Friday, November 14, 2008

The Party

Smaller and smaller the world gets
As we shrink into our selfs
-if they exist.
I take my pick, make my choices.
The night's darkness has nothing
On what I see
In your eyes
Staring at my painted face
From within the framed prison
Of the glass.

We spin in tune to the rush
of our blood, and our jewels
jingling and tinkling-
chink chink...
The chink in our armours
Meld into the skin on our backs,
Making stabbing easier.
And may be less painful.
Maybe?

The lights blink- black and white
Blotting the grey world out.
And the roar of the music
Tunes out reason (that pain in the head).
Festooning our faces with grinning fangs,
We soak in the madness of the static night.
Growing steadily drunk on amnesial vodka,
We drown the shadows within us.

We rise and fall to the beat,
Keeping time with the beads of sweat
Racing each other down,down
drip, drip,dripping.
You kiss the closest person
And call it love.
Declare it so loudly,
That you can't hear yourself
Tell you otherwise.

Outside
The night turns to day.
Muscles finally buckle.
Swaying and stumbling,we sashay back.
Laugh light laughs,
Unfurling like cigarette smoke,
That make you cough and choke.

Back in front of the framed
Glass prison,
I look and see a new face.
The paint is chipped and the varnish peeling,
But you-
Your eyes-
Still unyielding, accusing.

Right up till then I'd forgotten,
I'd lived something else,
Someone else.
But one look into your eyes,
And the haze lifted.

The party truly ended.

13 comments:

Materialmom said...

We, You, Me - the difference in personal pronouns is ..hmm.... interesting.

Poshgit said...

nice...sadly it reminded me of a pathetic scene from a certain fiasco called 'fashion'...but pls to not watch it :)

AtomicGitten said...

M.M: Yes, the poem does sound a little schizophrenic, now that I read it again. The English teacher in you raises an eyebrow? ;)

Posh: Fret not, the Fashipn fiascos I'll be seeing in the near future are my own. ;P

Jan said...

Whoa!

Is this what EFLU has done to you? :)

"You kiss the closest person
And call it love.
Declare it so loudly,
That you can't hear yourself
Tell you otherwise."

*Thumbs up* Love it!

"Unfurling like cigarette smoke,
That make you cough and choke."

My sympathies :P

AtomicGitten said...

Jan: Well, in EFLU's defense, this was written on a particularly crummy day.And my mp3's battery had died.:D

Thank ye. ;)

notgogol said...

yo (as in the "yo-yenna-yo" yo)!! Kai zhala???

AtomicGitten said...

NotGogol: Kuch bhi nahi. Bus yuhi likha. (or is it 'Likhi'? Stupid gender thingy!*grumble,mumble, grumble mumble* [ It's your fault for bringing in the Marathi! The closest language I could respond in was Hindi. Humph! Just you wiat next time I'll comment in Malayalam. Hah!]{And why am I writing this in parentheses?})

notgogol said...

Threatening and all!! Lola, please send Alexx. Quick!
ok ok.. kshamikkanam :)

AtomicGitten said...

Notgogol: I have a further bone to pick with you. Because of you i had Kaizhala by Colonial Cousins playing in my head all night!

But since you took the trouble to apologise in mallu and all it would be petty of me to hold that against you :P

notgogol said...

Dammit! Now you put it in my head woman! May "Aashiq Banaya Aapne" play in your head whenever you see a guy in a cap or for that matter whenever you see a guy.

Am sure you've heard of Aashiq Banaya Aapne.. Am sure you have.. you know
Aashiq Banaaya,
Aashiq Banaaya,
Aaashiq Banaaya Aapne...

Obviously you have... the melodious howling included.. I just hope it plays in your head all day now :P

AtomicGitten said...

Hah hah! Coldplay saved my day. Er... night.

notgogol said...

Wait till you spot a dude with a cap... just wait :)

AtomicGitten said...

Actually it's the otherway round- now when i hear that song, I think of you :P