Rascal love
Words
meanings lost in transit
create havoc
change white to black…
Upheavals in closed chambers
return favors
making strangers
of lovers…
Broken bits
flotsam and jetsam
flow down salty rivers
seeking salvation…
Some others buried
in silences
deeper than the deepest
where none dare excavate…
Rascal Love
in momentary hiding
mischievously laughs
in derision….
- Shail Mohan (March 2010)
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What is that you call a rascal love
Is it the one that teases you and how!
or is it the iron fist in a velvet glove
or is it what takes you to the edge and gives you a shove.
WHAT?
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Shail
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March 31st, 2010 at 7:39 pm
Keep guessing.
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Oh!!! you seem to be hoplessly optimist. when I am hurled verbal injuries I cant think of time ahead when a sorry would make things perfect .All I can do is to brew the contempt.Although eventually Rascal love has its way.;)
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Shail
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March 31st, 2010 at 7:40 pm
I am a hopeless optimist and a romantic to boot.
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I liked the dry wit here, the connection with title and verse comes across nicely. Visiting your blog after a long time, so will catch up on some older posts.
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Shail
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March 31st, 2010 at 7:40 pm
Thanks Gyanban. Always welcome!
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Groan, still trying to figure this one out! Slow day!!
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Shail
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March 31st, 2010 at 7:41 pm
Take your time Ritu!
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‘Broken bits
flotsam and jetsam
flow down salty rivers
seeking salvation’
Only this much I comprehend,
the upheavals,
deeper than the deepest
salty tears can end.
And words can un-havoc and mend.
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Shail
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March 31st, 2010 at 7:42 pm
How right you are! Words have the magic to undo the damage as well.
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