The Ballroom Soul
By Subhodeep Basu
His mettle took him through the aureate vent,
To a site that lay across the amorous shoal.
He passed the gates as a gothic gent;
In the quaint, frantic search for his Ballroom Soul.
He stood in a nook of the regal hall,
Awaiting maids of trench anting beaut.
His psyche, gasped by the lucullan squall,
Cloaked by his archaic, chartered suit.
He took a stair towards a solely dame;
Whose locks were gilded in scenic trance.
To his eager want of a frolic flame,
She turned to her consort, without a glance.
In his gloomy assays for an Elysian pace,
He seeked each maid of scant and range.
But his feat did fail in the path he would trace;
His yearning core, as if in a noxious mange.
As he stood in the foyer, both mazed and blue;
A call of an Eve then, seeked for his care.
A voice so cloying, he had heard rather few.
“A dance if we could?” she proposed a dare.
He crooked his joint to a sight which he gasped;
A damsel of the Eden stood in halcyon flannel.
With her glossy fingers, her drapes she grasped.
She was beauty of the grade in that purple panel.
All gazed at them, as they matched their steps.
Silenced with awe, their beauty and their grace.
They danced through the hall, as if Apollo’s reps.
In tracing the melody, the duad did ace.
As the chant did then pause and she broke the chord;
She just left the dorm in a haste of a doe.
He stood there in stun, as a lonesome ward,
No one to firm or keep his woe.
He pursued the maid through the aureate vent;
He paved his way through the amorous shoal;
He caught her trace in her jinxing scent;
In his quaint, frantic search for his ballroom soul.
Note - The Rhyme scheme holds a constant 'abab' pattern.
About the Author- Subhodeep Basu
An engineer by fashion, a writer by passion. My writing is vividly guided by emotions and displays a suave motley of feelings, hope, love and desire.
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Caught in the Rain "...By the time, I could delve anymore over this thought; Dadu was there with the steaming cup of chai. I firmly embraced my cold palms around the hot cup while one of these little ones picked up a seemingly old guitar from their grandpa’s shop and began strumming it to “papa kehte hain...”
The Adulterated Existence "...Twenty four hours later, I found myself semi-conscious in a private room of a hospital where surrounded
by men in white coat I was carefully diagnosed. I had passed out of alcohol overdose and excessive
inhaling of smoke had choked my throat and suffocated me. A psychologist there after tried counseling me and even she tried to convince me that there is no such personality as ‘Rohit’. I have created all by myself an adulterated self..."
Rings of Smoke "...On a windy day, shyly sitting in a sty, Wrote he some lyrics, as this loony passed by, Saw he, the smoke rising, from the corner of his...remarked, "Along this current, even a pig could fly !"...The indolent fool, fancied a thing or two, From those lips, came forth a few, And still floated; pondered he, Why ?..."
The Wife "...The gilded beam of the sun gradually metamorphosed into a murky aura...there was a sudden knock that perturbed the silence...Her
tired eyes broke into tears and her wounded arms embraced him back as he caressed him in his tenderness..."
The Light Which Lost "...Unforgotten yet blemished, times of yore, I distinctly evoke...the sodden sparrow fatigued from life’s reel. The future and hope so well churned, the stars beyond so lucidly provoke, Oft and again provoked me the past...but advance I will to the fore. To my left, the candle so patently burned,but something dissimilar I felt than before. Fervently I gazed at the flame..."
The Sound Between My Ears "...I passed out, I could hear them talk – “He is getting worse every day. He keeps talking to himself. Thinks he is living in some apartment with some crazy neighbours. We have to shift him to another ward. I think he is developing signs of Schizz....."
Beyond the Radcliffe Line "...At that stroke of midnight hour, in middle of sleep, Stealthily bomb of partition was burst upon people,
Burying the dreams of freedom, tears ran down deep. Inside that broken piece of land, that then faced cripple..."
Suicide Note #3 "...9 months and it is still not over. I have a fear that I will lose myself in this race for living a life less tragic. The morning sunshine doesn’t bring a new hope for me mom rather it reminds me of yet another tormenting and unkind day ahead.
A World within You "...And percolating to the very depth of what your eyes are viewing as a structure. A world that is knitting with every instance your senses are perceiving..."
Twisted down the tale The fragrance that filled the room effervescenced as wild passion from within. Her gauzy gown slipped over her shoulder revealing her bare body. Her glowing, grain- colored skin rippled in him the urge to hold her by the arms and kiss her with untaming....
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