Sunday, 13 August 2017

Text-Poesy ~~~ Yogibear & Pandabear

The following is a series of two-line text-poetry, these were impromptu and were exchanged as mere SMS's.


Yogibear
The sinews of steel strain
In search of the elusive grain
Pandabear
My dry pair of socks,
Has walked many wet roads.
Yogibear
In search of the waltzing portion
Enmeshed in a diurnal motion
Pandabear
She walked away with pride and guts,
Leaving unstubbed cigarette butts.
Yogibear
More like an arrogant walk
And certainly beyond all talk
Pandabear
Coffee stains splattered the table,
Blood stains shattered the able.
Yogibear
The cascading warm spears
All buried in the melee of tears
Pandabear
Wrinkled hands rub against the stamp fringes,
Old love reignited with past hinges.
Yogibear
The celestial beast tweeted
Since he felt he was cheated
Pandabear
Let poesy encompass the whole,
The rustic and the mechanical soul.
Yogibear
Let poetry harp
On a colourful carp
Pandabear
Of art and music of great mind,
Who could say the past lived in such kind!
Yogibear
And as the final call
Say ripeness is all
Pandabear
Behold, the various scribbling crew,
For unwise minds write long review.
Yogibear
The muse then said to the hind
It's all there in your feverish mind
Pandabear
Your themes call for praise and applause now,
And the Muses walk before you taking a bow.
Yogibear
With the works cited list done
The article waits for none
Pandabear
Men and women, thus are screaming,
And here are the hearts entangling.
Yogibear
The scream, the cream and the ream
Wait at the door to catch a moonbeam
Pandabear
For once the vessel was filled, Jesus,
And pot with a hole truly squeezed us.
Yogibear
Jesus, tell me you took the exam
And got more than eggs and jam
Pandabear
Whispering tongues poisoned the truth,
Parted were those friends in youth.
Yogibear
The hour that's come at last
Asks all dice to seek repast
Pandabear
Hearts are torn away,
As love seeks to decay.
Yogibear
Said Pope, 'When I lisp in numbers
Even the crawling ants become tumblers'
Pandabear
Just yet, and now away from deceiving,
But a sudden wrench is enough to stop believing.
Yogibear
The fire that burns in the distant deeps
Sparkles and sears even as it sleeps
Pandabear
When his lips to mine are pressed,
Cupid looks over that this love is blessed.
Yogibear
What is needed of the cupid
Isn't tears but bombs stupid
Pandabear
Fare thee well, my dear king,
Martyrs are remembered when children sing.
Yogibear
We know that Children sing
Without knowing a thing
Pandabear
Mute harps hug the sad tree,
Hands are locked but tears free.
Yogibear
You can take what poem you want
The poets won't die if you can't
Pandabear
Life is thorny and spent at times in vain,
Like miserable heart and maddening brain.
Yogibear
If gems are handed on a splatter
They forget to sparkle and glitter
Pandabear
Love's death brings in deeper sorrow,
But I live to see the sun every morrow.
Yogibear
The tiger's tail tells the tail
That tricks the thimbles to thunder
Pandabear
Mounting within is the cold despair,
As gloomy thoughts collide in the air.
Yogibear
When curtains fall
It's time for all
Pandabear
Thus to my memory of recall,
I've remained dearest to all.

Well, this was our text-poetry!
Yoganand Kore (a.k.a. Yogibear)
Suhasini Srihari (a.k.a. Pandabear)

4 comments:

Arun said...

Good one.

Suhasini Srihari said...

Thank you!

Sathya said...

This was pure gold! The text poesy in the hands of two scholars becoming a masterpiece in itself...

Suhasini Srihari said...

Yogibear, yeah... And Pandabear, well... so.. so..

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