Wish.

At fleeting winds, did,
Clear somewhat, angry,
Veils, fluttering, at touch,
Attempt revoked, in deep want,
Understand, yours such qualm.
Open heart, a blinding truth,
Shut thyself, better liked,
But once rejoiced, craving,
Wisdom, for mine ending.

~ IelfphilRaven.

Dealings.

For smiles retain irk,
In faces, suddenly pressured.

String doings around great,
Effort for, to startle,
Entertain, boats of fools,
And sing, bleaching intelligence,
To such desperateness, unknown,
Skinning, scarily into stone.

And pointless, laugh,
A mist, fanning into minds,
The smoke, blurring points,
Talk, idle, hints rejoice,
Swirling into an understanding,
Forgotten, time's theft.

If that was, petty churlishness,
How incredulously, grudging sounds,
If worry entwines widely,
With gaining dislike,
How much time, helplessly,
Shall a stroke, distress?

Only shall right flow,
Run truth, spreading wisely.

~ Ielfphil Raven.

Morning.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen,
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride,
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendor on my brow;
But, out alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath masked him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no white disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

~ Rahul.

A Part Seperate.

If from the forthcoming past,
I changed, Halved by self, remained,
Would feel filled brimming,
Rather is stolen, or first empty,
Breathing expect and flowing lies,
Dripping an authority false,
Over strained stained bond,
Perception veiling heart,
Of self, only consolation,
Twice unexpected, does,
Relieve glowing faintly,
Recognition, Plead, Forgive.

~ Ielfphil Raven.

She Walks In Beauty.

She walks in Beauty, like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright,
Meet in her aspect and her eyes,
Thus mellowed to that tender light,
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace,
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

~ Rahul.

Shifting Moments.

Tomorrow shall become shapely,
But today, grainy, through,
Which seeps forth expectation,
Greatly hued of anticipation,
Being interrupted, being transcendent.

Minds create, sewing dreams,
Where sweetness swathes surrealism,
Even if, together,
That which it drains,
Is itself, tasting bitter.

Goes creativity, blooming unease,
Sprouts a certainness,
Ever so close, if closeness to,
What becomes and became,
In all, differently aching.

The intake inked, spreads,
Blackening what remains,
Peculiarly a stemming affirmation,
Soaking it, adding grays,
A gray game, undecided.

Faithfulness complimenting forwardly,
A repetition of chains clinging,
Sharply they conquer,
If only wielded, converged,
Hope, greatly at stake.

~ Ielfphil Raven.

Being.

If just moments fall,
What must I drink from,
A ferocious swelling,
That shalt feed me,
Barely clothed.

Given my fill,
Turns my choice,
Of wonders or vague,
Of joy or sweet joy.
Jingles, heat unexpectedly.

Bliss, from rising,
Change still golden,
A wind smells uplift,
And I breathe just so,
Caught, touches skin.

Even so, that ray,
Awaits veiled, sweet,
If shall rest, break,
And if lives, brighten,
That which mirrors itself.

On frail knees, pray,
Picture deep exuberance,
Deeper still sustainability,
If only chained, had sooner,
Maybe sudden, be giving.

Rise, let, and accept,
Dig, burry, and soothe,
Teach, taught and extend,
That familiarity, shines,
True, in true times.

Naked and deprived,
Finished yet complete.

~ Ielfphil Raven.

Thy Heart.

Thy heart is like some icy lake,
On whose cold brink I stand;
Oh, buckle on my spirit's skate,
And lead, thou living saint, the way
To where the ice is thin--
That it may break beneath my feet
And let a lover in!

~ Rahul.

We'll Go No More A-Roving.

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Presenting... Rahul!

I'm glad I could have you on my blog!

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So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have a rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

~ Rahul.

Garden.

I might write more.

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Dew's own scent lives,
The veins run dual,
Occupied leaves and throbs,
Of life, green joy found,
Of children, blessed saplings.

Creepers lean, for life,
Even if supported, adding,
Curving eyes through bark,
If for sakes, deep difference,
Both join, sturdy veiled weak.

Grows the greens and others,
Living, or colored, within,
Without, sires remain old,
Flutters spread offspring,
Twice valued, nature dictates.

~ Ielfphil Raven.

Notice.

It heartens me to feature a new writer to the blog, for a while, till she feels it becoming of her to write on blogs. Bhavana Penmatcha or Zaphyr, I welcome you and hope you write many wondrous things!

And I Guess This Is How It Ends.

A tiny Petal blew with the wind,

Making its way in the gloom of day.

A soft pale, pink Petal,

Flew in the background of a dull blue sky.

It knew that it would go,

Anywhere the wind would take it,

But little did it know,

That it was not alone.

A little Girl, her feet bare,

In a steady pace,

Walks on the grass,

Leaving nothing but footprints behind.

Consumed by an unconscious mind,

She did not know where her feet would land up.

Let alone could she control them.

Her eyes stared across into the distance, dazed.

She couldn't feel anything

Not even the wind.

But something caught her attention.

Her feet stopped.

The wind died out.

Her eyes traced a tiny petal,

Falling slowly to the ground......

- Zaphyr

Dear Mother

Dear Mother,

This here to you I present,

A poem I know you'll resent.

All my life I've not know but one thing,

Did you ever love me, or the person who gave you that ring?

After all the lies that you drowned me in,

What more could I do, but to say you win?

For all the times I was Grey,

Even a word, couldn't you care enough to say?

After all the decisions that I ever made,

What more did you ever do but shatter my faith?

For all the things that I ever feared,

Did you ever wipe away a tear?

After all the times you wished I should die,

Do you know how many times a day, I cried?

For all the bruises that you gave me,

Is it you I must cry to, to save me?

After all the things about me, that you claim to know,

Did you know, that a part of me never felt whole?

Yours truly,
Your Daughter.

- Zaphyr

The Tragic Priestess.

The fury of a betrayed Priestess.
Here she is quoted saying, "[...] Die!"
...

Kikiyo.

Kikiyo.
The single fictitious character with enough substance to scrape through my finicky interests.
A Priestess, A Tragic Priestess,
And silence - it alone, shall she harness.

My First Painting.

My premiere attempt at painting something.
I've realized painting and photoshoping is productive!
I'm editing this more - as much as this can yield.

My First Artwork.

My premiere attempt at drawing anime style.
It came out unsatisfactory...
But, shares sentiments.

Of A Vision.

Welcoming you, madness,
Remember, I'll fall clasped,
Raped inside, feed your divine hunger.
For long forgoten was perfect,
Lick my smile from mine face.

Penetrating, your words,
Sharp, you crave my entrails,
Wrap your bitterness around,
Clothe me, rising desire.
I'll taste you.

The same told past,
You deflowered a dream
The slaughter of base,
Dreams of fall, denied.
When truth they waved, scream.

You plum to my soul,
Where the real was whisked away,
You traitor, feel me,
Atleast your touch, I'll reminisce.
Possess my body, I'll give.

You'll talk, poison me,
I'll surrender, and love,
Supressed was this want,
Take me harsh and alive,
Darkness covers shame.

To think lost love,
Defeats upheld visions.
While you degrade, blacken,
Along with you shall I,
And of all, still hope.

Mine Own.

On this betrayed understanding,
Sick, heralding envy,
Worthless aim, trapped in speech,
Longing overcome by desire,
Surrender not, thoughts shall play.

Run away from whipping minds,
Leaving unto chaos wishes dreamt,
Of love and laughter forever,
Until the self denies want,
So trauma lifts causes.

Judge you righteous conscience,
Wants must justify with me,
A human, a mortal, a weakling,
Swathes my being, undefined,
This cold separation, strange to habits.

If madness shall confine,
So shall my pitiful cravings,
The irony of a crimson reason,
Leads a forgotten hope,
Into futile wishing, Please.

To the mighty range of heart,
But singles out a repetitive chord,
Laced with memories shamelessly,
Still the stray will puppets,
All but sad ink.

Ielfphil Raven.

Want Of Past.

To my 13 year old self :-

I want wholly myself back,
Return sweet love of love,
Drink tainted memories sustained,
Of song, smiles and joy,
Innocence, sense and touch.

This feel of serious dispassion,
This creeping, sullen demeanor,
Strips me of response and emotion,
Trying, failing, a desperate cry,
For once more, my own self.

A vague discipline honors actions,
To express that even so,
Pains conscience, of right to,
Remind the very existence,live,
Onto truth, then bites a parasite.

Doubt carries understanding,
Sealing times thinning hope,
I scream into dreams, pointless,
The cold present slaps self-expression,
Rising loneliness through despair.

These on my vicinity, so familiar,
Yet none but sobs remain,
Resting, corroding, a humble relief,
And every word is unheard of.

Every dream poisoned and faded,
Every laugh interrupted by a tear,
Every sense nullified.

So now I will pray, hear,
I pray for lost life and moments,
Begging on darkening floors,
I still want more of me,
That want of past - shall remain?

Ielfphil Raven.

Fleeting.

To my brother :-

When one becomes another,
How different can be I,
With whispers in time ringing,
Far away with it's endless flow,
I hear no longer chords.

I give my hand hidden,
When I need one, most dire.
Silence! Dear thoughts,
For you shatter my heart,
Coiling rashly, bleeding hope.

And love for one after,
This turmoil is sealed,
Pitifully awakening the ugly,
And unseen, it stirs words,
Piercing all to none.

Acceptance lingers weak,
Like silence should be,
And silence I wield,
Gathering a stable calm,
Oh, how time groped hopeless.

Ielfphil Raven.

Notice.

Urgh, this stangance and complacence is sickening. I shall update this very soon, the material is set for type (I've written quite frequently on pen and paper), and I'll write it as soon as I get back to Hyderabad. This is a nebulous self-reminder. And I just stared right into the beady eyes of a lizard.