EROS DART
The water's edge
The night is clear
The weathered wood
A lonely pier
A mooring loosed
I'm set adrift
Without fear
A sea of you
My oars break soft
So like a brush
Feathering
Each night your hair
The salt the wind
Remembering
Your mouth your breath
Surrendering
When all is lost
The storm that falls
Reminds me of
The way you loved
Diving deep
Your waters dark
Your beating heart
Bleeds, Eros dart
The shallow's sun
So far above
I choose to drown
Than lose your love
“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps.
It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles.
No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.”
– Christopher Paolini
Tadpoles dart in moss.
They hide in the leafy green
puffs of plant breathing.
I felt your love and passionate dart,
in my lonely and loving heart.
Yes it looks like you're late again
let me guess
you missed the bus you missed the train
then 'Bang!' I heard the front door slam
when you walked away
taking the life out of who I am
here we go again with the same old story
I've already seen this movie and it's oh so boring
not the first time you've been busted
and caught out
with your excuses and can't be trusted
when 'Wham!' I heard the car door slam
then you drove away
driving the life out of who I am
here's that same old song and dance yet I still care
but why do I have to relive this same nightmare
there's always something
drama trauma tragedy no matter what you do
saga stigma calamity no matter where you go
always something with you
wish I had a silver bullet like cupid's little dart
and if I had that magic slug I'd shoot you through the heart
Bewitching Beauty,
Whence hast come this unique skill--
Shooting darts at will--
Thy skill O to hit man’s heart
By sheer merit, not with dart!
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Translation (Tanka) | 28.08.2025 | beauty, heart, arrow
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Here the poet wonders from where has she learnt the skill to hit man’s heart, without ever releasing any arrow. Here is the transliteration:
Mugdhe dhanushkata keyam
Apurva tvayi drshyate |
Yaya vidhyasi chetamsi
Gunaih eva na sayakaih || 3 ||
In a dream of bare, I awoke
In the blared walls, it misspoke
The winds of Auria eluded in the cascading windows which then provoked
Envisions of Auria descended through the glistening saint
Without a flair, I discerned a haint
Auria wandered in a stage of fright,
Meanwhile, invading my dreams of spite
Her nebulous words echoed in my mind
‘What a faint creature, so misled by fracture’
They mellowed as it prospected my perceptions
As she posited her hand on my exceptions
Envisions of Auria repulsed its regressions
She was my fate of progression
She rehashed my reflections
A memory of infliction
She wandered off into a glistening spade
Relinquishing her jades
I scrutinized her windows of glade
I lingered against her pallid hair
Then, woke up in tedious wear
‘Auria, a lady of fate, yet dart of spade’
Such assimilation wandered in the glistering gape
My thoughts were so heavy, yet so light, though seemed rather bright
They were my reminiscences of Auria”
did become a dart
which went deep into my heart
that tore us apart
Sounds like pandemic
separating us from our
loved ones.
Jim Horn
Here we go again
Tonight, a game of darts we’ll
Fight…with shots to win…
Just don’t want to loose
Again…to them like all year
Long…and if their lead
Shoots tuns all three games
Once more, hold me back so I
Don’t go belt him one.
W.C.Hull © 2020-5-5-H1406-
2517-I51-K51-39-L58-12
The riddles of brain got me through,
My sweat is witness and duties proof,
Burnt two ends of life not candles,
To achieve my dream or so I say.
My dreams were wings of people's desire,
But little I knew those sugary vipers,
Who gasped my wishes for selfish fame,
And sailed my vision far away.
My life is now a splendid satire,
Neighbours are satiated more than ever,
But an unusual void trembles my interior,
I stand so lonely in this sea of success.
Had I heard the beats of my soul,
Followed my heart and venged the folks,
Happiness would have cherished my works,
My old arms blossomed with lush and love.
Sailing my dreams in the boats of treachery,
Why should I moan over the trick of time?
For those boats test everyone's grit,
The holes were rather poked by me.
What else is there
but truth for the heart
when all else failed
and left was the part
For where else trust
would go for start
But back where more heart
built for dart
Darts boards on the wall
There are twelve together
The twelve teams are formed
To make friendship with fun
Everyone throws a dart
For the highest number
Then second,third,fourth
Now the game begins
Some darts thrown hit the floor
The others miss the board
Its not easy as it looks
Some darts hit the walls
The others aim for the middle
It does not happen to often
A lot of darts thrown miss
Never hit the dart board
Do you seek protection
from being alive
A turtle in its shell,
a bee in its hive
Do you lust for new armor,
to cover your heart
To shield truth inflicted
—that last poison dart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Do you seek protection
from being alive
A turtle in its shell,
a bee in its hive
Do you lust for new armor
to cover your heart
To shield truth inflicted,
—life’s last poison dart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Sometimes it floats out,
touches like feathered dart
from hidden cupid,
deadly delicious poison
fatal to the heart,
and even if one wishes
to avoid potential pain,
they return to jungle paths,
now a willing victim.
A hunk once went on a junket
With lots of money in his pocket
Many fair ones tried to be smart
Springing forward their love dart
Dude was clever to evade their net.
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