Breathless, Out of Breath
Ruffled curtains arching around a half way scrambled room
Give passage to beloved brightness’s sole arranger
Into windows that curb at the edges strangling advances
Of free movement towards sweet smelling singular spaces
Doubling life, hidden from all sensory marinating
Principles, those that pervade pretty much physically
Everything — earthworm, ear drum and Earl of Enfield,
Those straightly questions reflected, deflected, losing sheen
And purpose, within cardiac contexts cross-debated,
Tangentially tossed technological terms of love
That we wonder whether worth whining about endlessly
Into the warm microphone of minute attention spans
In a world so selfish this moment, different the next,
Seamlessly transitioning to another selfishness
That makes it amazingly charitable seen enlarged,
Through holistic lens of earthen moralities careless
To circadian cycles, or to cause and consequence,
Like the evening snack that lingers unrepentantly,
Not entertaining new pretences easily swallowed
When hunger strikes remorselessly and you are so denied
Your chance at negotiating the cheesy curves on the
Chilli omelette of anatomical hunger bravely,
Intuitively, and inspired by the imminent future
Of primal personal possibilities, provided
Those advances are not strangled by sticky histories,
Moulds, manifestations of monitoring mothers mixed
With arrow-slingers, arresters of amorous actions
Suggesting you eat just, but just, two bits of boneless beef
When those juices are flowing furiously, filling up
Every permeable pore of pumpkin insides plotted
On a pie chart in colourful capsicum kitsch greasing
Minds, duels happening over iMacs and Internet,
Recounting episodes gone by enjoyably, although
Only ephemerally sensible outcomes ensue
In the quest for joint living and sublime happiness,
Sharing all, baring all, caring always, pairing in all
Things of sin, skin and sacking up to journey world over
To take that one ounce of oxygen-filled fluidity
Into the lunging chest transferring Brownian motion
Backward and firecracker enthusiasm forward,
With masala popcorn floating freely above heads of
Mosquitoes messing about the movement of particles
They ride on, and occasionally, only occasionally,
Blending into flow that surpasses uphill terrain and
Into your nostrils tickling that momentary bout
Of breathlessness, followed by a large splash pitting slyly,
Sound and sparkle into two separate universes —
One planting seeds of bacterial cellular baddies
Into the bloodstream of this brawny physicality,
And the other, planting seeds of distasteful doubt into
The bloodstream of consciousness – but it is the latter
That causes havoc in all, haves or have-nots, which we are
Interested in examining; truth be told, they are
No huge matter at all, no non-earth neo-spatial
Nightrider shattering your magnetic field or causing
Quakes to unsettle your balanced feet into abysmal
Depths, no un-patchable tear usurping the bonding that
You enjoyed so elementally — but then, you lose it —
Your momentary breathlessness has rejuvenated
The marinated senses into seeing, hearing
And feeling more wrongly, strongly, but wrongly thing about
Words, looks and actions, so you shun it all and run, run and
Run, until you become truly out of breath, and then you
Reach home to your half way scrambled room and the Internet,
Beloved brightness lost to the storied past, and catching
The ruffled curtains caress you gently, letting out a
Knowing sigh and putting you to deep, deep sleep yet again.
DINESH AGARAM lives in London and works as a handyman consultant to IT organisations. In his spare time, he publishes multiple editions of poems and stories into his laptop’s hard drive. He is currently working diligently on a play-script centred on the lives of modern Indians living in the UK. The poem "Breathless, Out of Breath" was written as an exercise in syntax – the entire poem is just one line. This is Dinesh’s first attempt at publishing his writing online.
Ruffled curtains arching around a half way scrambled room
Give passage to beloved brightness’s sole arranger
Into windows that curb at the edges strangling advances
Of free movement towards sweet smelling singular spaces
Doubling life, hidden from all sensory marinating
Principles, those that pervade pretty much physically
Everything — earthworm, ear drum and Earl of Enfield,
Those straightly questions reflected, deflected, losing sheen
And purpose, within cardiac contexts cross-debated,
Tangentially tossed technological terms of love
That we wonder whether worth whining about endlessly
Into the warm microphone of minute attention spans
In a world so selfish this moment, different the next,
Seamlessly transitioning to another selfishness
That makes it amazingly charitable seen enlarged,
Through holistic lens of earthen moralities careless
To circadian cycles, or to cause and consequence,
Like the evening snack that lingers unrepentantly,
Not entertaining new pretences easily swallowed
When hunger strikes remorselessly and you are so denied
Your chance at negotiating the cheesy curves on the
Chilli omelette of anatomical hunger bravely,
Intuitively, and inspired by the imminent future
Of primal personal possibilities, provided
Those advances are not strangled by sticky histories,
Moulds, manifestations of monitoring mothers mixed
With arrow-slingers, arresters of amorous actions
Suggesting you eat just, but just, two bits of boneless beef
When those juices are flowing furiously, filling up
Every permeable pore of pumpkin insides plotted
On a pie chart in colourful capsicum kitsch greasing
Minds, duels happening over iMacs and Internet,
Recounting episodes gone by enjoyably, although
Only ephemerally sensible outcomes ensue
In the quest for joint living and sublime happiness,
Sharing all, baring all, caring always, pairing in all
Things of sin, skin and sacking up to journey world over
To take that one ounce of oxygen-filled fluidity
Into the lunging chest transferring Brownian motion
Backward and firecracker enthusiasm forward,
With masala popcorn floating freely above heads of
Mosquitoes messing about the movement of particles
They ride on, and occasionally, only occasionally,
Blending into flow that surpasses uphill terrain and
Into your nostrils tickling that momentary bout
Of breathlessness, followed by a large splash pitting slyly,
Sound and sparkle into two separate universes —
One planting seeds of bacterial cellular baddies
Into the bloodstream of this brawny physicality,
And the other, planting seeds of distasteful doubt into
The bloodstream of consciousness – but it is the latter
That causes havoc in all, haves or have-nots, which we are
Interested in examining; truth be told, they are
No huge matter at all, no non-earth neo-spatial
Nightrider shattering your magnetic field or causing
Quakes to unsettle your balanced feet into abysmal
Depths, no un-patchable tear usurping the bonding that
You enjoyed so elementally — but then, you lose it —
Your momentary breathlessness has rejuvenated
The marinated senses into seeing, hearing
And feeling more wrongly, strongly, but wrongly thing about
Words, looks and actions, so you shun it all and run, run and
Run, until you become truly out of breath, and then you
Reach home to your half way scrambled room and the Internet,
Beloved brightness lost to the storied past, and catching
The ruffled curtains caress you gently, letting out a
Knowing sigh and putting you to deep, deep sleep yet again.
DINESH AGARAM lives in London and works as a handyman consultant to IT organisations. In his spare time, he publishes multiple editions of poems and stories into his laptop’s hard drive. He is currently working diligently on a play-script centred on the lives of modern Indians living in the UK. The poem "Breathless, Out of Breath" was written as an exercise in syntax – the entire poem is just one line. This is Dinesh’s first attempt at publishing his writing online.
