Love: Good vs. Bad

Love

Exercise 1: Iambic Pentameters

1. Love is but a sorrowful emotion
2. Whether to laugh or to cry is your choice
3. Happy endings are not to be destined

Exercise 2: Trochaic Tetrameters

1. Dreaming; finding the one in life
2) Scared to be rejected? That's me!
3) Loneliness is over-rated

Exercise 3: Dactylic Trimeters

1. Pain and love differ so blatantly
2. Romance is pure bliss and happiness
3. Why is love so unpredictable?

Exercise 4: Anapestic Dimeters

1. I eagerly await
2. When is my love due for?
3. Is love just a cliche?

Exercise 5: Quatrain; abab; iambic pentameters

1. Mistaking you for my fantasy? PLEASE.
You shattered my dreams before they begun
Your attention did nothing but disease
It was the wool on the spindle just spun

2. Letting her interfere was your mistake
Expressions you gave; smart to leave no clue
How much more of a scene were you to make?
All I wanted was to be with JUST you

3) A Joyous occasion; a happy child
Which was love that made me happily smile
Your love was as free as a snake so wild
Which gave me courage to trust you a mile

Exercise 6: Quatrain; abab; anapestic tetrameter/anapestic

trimeter/anapestic tetrameter/anapestic trimeter.

1. Love ended time ago, me not being to blame
I wish I could turn back time for once
To think that I was loved; Oh what an unfair shame
I feel so excluded. In a corner; a dunce

2. It made me feel loved; cherished till the end always
It's feel and strong sense fit together like a glove
Kept me warm inside like coffee did on cold days
This immense feeling and subtle emotion; love

Task 17, Love

Exercise 1: Iambic Pentameters

• "I'm the dying fire and you're my fuel"
• "My searching love overflows this eager heart"
• "My thoughts, mere reminiscences of you"

Exercise 2: Trochaic Tetrameters

• "Oh the sensation; first kiss"
• "Do your hair and masticate a tic tac"
• "The sunsets near and just us here"

Exercise 3: Dactylic Trimeters

• "Its true love that hurts most to us "
• "My darling I'm ever so lonely"

Exercise 4: Anapestic Demeters

• "Beautiful yet highly greatly ugly "
• "Defined but completely abstract"

Exercise 5: Quatrain; abab; iambic pentameters

1. "Holding hands throughout the warm summer winds.
   Kissing gleefully in the wet cool rain.
   At last they became more then just friends.
   and then the slow ride back aboard the train."

Exercise 6: Quatrain; abab; anapestic tetrameter/anapestic trimeter/anapestic tetrameter/anapestic trimeter.

1. "When the world seems harsh and its upside down
   Your confused and your lost but keep going
   Then there must surely be hatred around
   but when love is here you've earned your crown"

Stardom

Exercise 1: Iambic Pentameter

1. Within your reach, a place imbued with light.
2. A huge gold star embedded on your door.
3. Such sleepless nights remembering each line.
4. Behind each smile is fear of lonliness.

Exercise 2: Trochaic Tetrameters

1. Zip and pull your tightest outfit.
2. Reel out that red carpet.
3. One martini, shaken not stirred.

Exercise 3: Dactylic Trimeters

1. Face up to facts, it looks better now.
2. Constant reaction of looking back.

Exercise 4: Anapestic Dimeters

1. Here's my hand, hold me close.
2. Playful truth is not new.
3. It is lust that betrays.

Exercise 5: Quatrain; abab; Iambic pentameters

1. As children, dreams seem such a reality,
Another page out of a fairytale.
We try to see with hope, serenity,
Till truth can find it's way behind the veil.

2. Look back. Just listen. Hear the running feet.
You should know that you're being snapped and chased.
Now quick. Speed up, don't stop and take defeat,
All this to see your nice round face.

Exercise 6: Quatrain; abab; anapestic tetrameter/anapestic trimeter/anapestic tetrameter/anapestic trimeter

1. I see love can be taken just so many times,
But just how many times can you give?
For each script brings a different type of lust crime,
But in acting you have to relive.

2. To be free you must learn from mistakes and your pain,
And from this you will soar up one day.

A bright light and one colourful stage shall remain,
For the girl with the blooming bouquet.

Him and I

Last time wasn’t as good as I’d hoped. Things had somewhat changed between us. The atmosphere felt tense, even the sharpest knife couldn’t cut through it but it felt so right.

He sat there, staring at me. When I touched him he was cold; however, his smile was warm. There was something somewhat magical about that night. The butterflies, they were dancing inside me; waltzing perhaps. It felt as if they would just erupt out of my throat carrying everything negative inside of me away. Far away.

I’m stranded in no-man’s land. Fickle, frustrated, frozen… I love Dad but I’m just his puppet: he controls me. Mum’s amazing but she’s always busy with work or friends; she never has time for me. Overcome by a social hierarchy where I am at rock bottom. “Ugly Cow” “Pathetic Loser” they would roar from the school corridors. When everybody fails me, HE is always here beside me.

They’re doing it again. They’re rowing. The joust has begun and I have front row seats- exclusive, you could say. They charge towards each other, shouting the odds. I want to discourage them but I get a kick out of seeing them tear each other apart. After all, they deserve it don’t they? They dismiss my presence in the room as if I’m… nothing. I wish to wake up one morning and see Mum slumped on her bed, her scarlet red beaded necklace draping from her throat. What I would give to see Dad swinging from the bathroom ceiling, his body limp and cold. That sight would be somewhat, beautiful…

There’s only one person I need in my life, the one I truly love and need; him. Everybody else is an unnecessary nuisance. I spend nights convincing myself I can live without him but I surrender and admit that he is everything to me. He is the only one who understands me; he really digs deep down inside me and soothes the emotional pain tearing my heart and soul apart. He ignites my flame when others have blighted it. When he’s not with me, there’s always a mark of him on me: a mark of love.

I need to see him now. I cannot wait any longer my withdrawal symptoms are far more than I can handle. I need to feel his touch. I need to caress his smooth, perfect body. There’s a voice…IT’S HIM! He’s calling me. I’m roaming the house but cannot seem to find him!

I stop. Breathe .Listen. My heart is thudding. I’ve found him. My eyes are widening, pupils dilate. His eyes are glistening, oh how I wish I could live in his eyes. I stroke him, he laughs. I am at ease, I am serene.

Last time wasn’t as good as I’d hoped. Things had somewhat changed between us though, I forgave him. He didn’t fulfill me as much as I had hoped but he made the pain go away. I clasp him and move him all over my body. He touches my wrist, he knows my soft spot. I press him into my veins and watch the blood ooze out- I am one. He is all I need, he soothes all the hatred and fear inside of me. His mark will be with me forever, I will never forget him. A sight like this is truly…beautiful.

rafta rafta haiku

Atul dutt
always second best
living in ma dads shadow
i need to break free

Eeshwar
hes no son of mine
the dutt's are a strong,rare breed
Atul: the odd one out

Lopa Dutt
two men in my life
that behave like little boys
when will they grow up

jai dutt
i more of a man
than my weak frigid brother
vina should be mine

Vina Patel
best time of my life
married with a new husband
but somethings not right

Laxman Patel
shes my little girl
she could do so much better
than atul:weak man

lata patel
try to do my best
by my precious little girl
but she wont listen

And thus, I give all of me

What is love but an infectious plague of the mind? And life, what is life but a sexually-transmitted disease?
I would hate to sound despondent or pessimistic but who are we to pretend we spin on this ball of anguish and hate for a reason, a purpose? There is simply, nothing.

And if my views do come across as ones of a pessimist, well, then I must say, for a pessimist Im pretty optimistic. And I can admit, there was a time - all a distant memory now- when I thought there was more to life, more to death even but as I slowly turn my back on the hyperbolic text of the bible numb my mind from any sort of emotional pain, there is nothing here. Nothing here for us on this ecliptic planet. And the 'after-life' is one of darkness and the stench of your own rotting flesh buried six feet under in a maggot-infested coffin. You live, you die, you rot.

I suppose now would be a good time to explain in more detail about my heart-wrenching experience of this overly-used word, Love. And I suppose I should tell you all about the tears I have shed and the horrid pain I carry locked away inside my chest. You would, of course, pretend to be very sympathetic and say "There, there child, plenty more fish in the sea"
I think I'll spare you, and spare myself.

But nothing lasts forever, right? Feelings for a lover usually fade after they've put on a few pounds or if it's a 'deep' and 'meaningful' relationship, it will drag on for a couple more years until you've run out of conversation and/or get sick to death of the sight of one another. Correct me if Im wrong..
And the love and security you get from a stable, loving family? That could all turn sour too. Step out of line a few times and you'll find yourself spending your days shut up in a cold, gloomy room -not by force, but choice- with only the comfort of your own lonely thoughts and the friendly knife that twinkles in the moonlight reflected on it's inviting surface.

That same knife edge haunts me even now as I write. No holy water can save me now and no priest can forgive my sin. I have a secret, it's eating me from the inside-out, if I don't say anything now, I fear madness will devour what's left of my sanity and cripple my soul.
I killed him.
I plunged the knife into his heart. And as he fell to his knees with a sad, desperate look on his face, I felt a smile spread upon my own. The satisfaction of ripping through his still-beating heart gave me pleasure than no other... at a price. The beautiful mistake haunts my once peaceful dreams which are now filled with screams in the dark and illusions of those sky blue eyes that got me high and those lips that made me soar, These taunting nights leave me hollow and senseless in my wake.
This is me. Forced to live with the mind-numbing guilt and the morbidly over-whelming feelings of ecstasy and delight of having killed my love, my only love. I accept my fate and wait for sweet karma to come back around.

Verbal Arpeggios.

These are all going to be about Happiness.(or a lack of it)



TASK ONE

The lack of happiness burdens us all.



Secure inside the thought that im ok.



A bubbling of joy from deep inside.



TASK TWO

Life is fine when one's not meloncholy

(sorry there is only 1 i find this one i little bit harder)

TASK THREE

Love dwells on mountains to steep to climb

Happinness: legend of long ago

TASK FOUR

Prosthetic happiness

Lies in a jug of rum

TASK FIVE

A walk to school should be my biggest hate

Except the fact that people make me think

The woman on the bus getting irate

Admirirng the publics quirks and kinks

TASK SIX

I am dead in my in hole and I feel very low

no one takes any care of my grave

I am far underground, and the rotting is slow

i didn't quite manage to shave