Wednesday, April 29, 2015

DESIRE

To believe a stone
to be a conglomerate of diamonds
and another
to believe it rusty and
rugged path to the mountain summit ...
desiring an expectations of crippling truth ...
To buy and to invest, here
we share difference in the wind....
THE DESIRE IS TREACHEROUS!

THE TREMOR



Now, to sit
by our fearful thoughts:
The tremor

O, Lord!
To write,
is to ooze
A cut of my heart

Only to venge
You vex
And, rattle
your fangs

Now, to sleep
by our impotent despair:
The death

O, Lord!
Not to cry,
is to loose
A chord of your womb

A STATUE



You had not yet
Sought yourself
By beaded flowers
To garland me an honour

Now I bid you lose me,
To find yourself; and
By your denial
To come back and find me

Thus do all believers;
Therefore,
Is all believing
Worth so little.

But, what if your reverence
Should one day break down?
Take heed, lest a
statue crush you.

LIKE A BUBBLE



Inside the monstrous beat
I lure an ocean of silence,
Unattached and pure; and
At every turn of your take
I heave mountain of vastness
To plunge my breath to unfathomable deep

I only remain aloof and dead
Where the life gurgle, and
takes its ugly turn.
The critter that creep and crawl,
Prowl the sulky earth
moping life in ashes to burn

Inside the monstrous beat
I rave the journey of silence,
Fuming the path unseen.
To that end
I suture my sultry mouth;
Where the life comes unnerving, and goes
Like a bubble

ORACLE: THY REASON



Our contribution, that
Delude mankind
In matters of religion:
The superstition, the revelation; are
but the mistaken apprehension, that
Design posterity for fear, for submission
to govern in all matters of plural faith
the panacea for all begotten ills:
Here the poor dies and the rich rejoice

Reason, the only oracle
To Offbeat the source, and
pounce on prejudices
that sweat eons of blood and bones
from the mortuary hearth:
The crown and the clown; are
but the layered froth
from the dying humankind, that
revile the captivating moments
that do exercise and improve
The oracle, thy Reason!

MORTGAGE YOUR BLOOD



Colored drops, that
Drip the weary eyes
Bleed dry hours inside the morrow cells
To uncouth the illusion:
Exhausted, perplexed and demeaned

That worn out, you;
You, who till the land,
Toil your sweat,
Mortgage your blood,
Throw your baby down the skyscrapers:
Mystified, baffled and confused

From the cavity of rage and fury
Bleated and buried;
Let Phoenix rise,
Jading the working hours;
Yet that is not finished and dry

SKILLS



Repertoire of skills
that life enacts, rarely
perceive the reality of pain
that sees itself from beyond, and
the crawling earth don't.

The realm of the unknown,
the unknowable are, not
of this life, but
of beyond...

SHOOTING STARS



Still life of
blinking stars
That paint the dream
with reality of day and the night:
till thy name is
not erased by
the Shooting star
that fall the sky

COUNT MY NUMBER OF SHOES



Count me not
by your cursory glance:
dubbing my shoe number

Count the number of shoes, that
I wore while treading my path:
the tattered one with cherry polish

The material, of which
I am made
et al, that others
mark me by stare;
is by now,
not contained
on my face

Hark, you there!
Count my number of shoes...

LOOK!



Look, it is dusk!

What business is today;
Night threaded to my ashes whim, changing
Ancient hymn of lover's heart
The moon that wane
To that weakness the 'self' does not belong

Look, it is dawn!

What held you to truth;
I have grown up in all lights, beaming
The path of my heart's way
The sun that shine
To that fear the 'self' does not belong

Look...!

SILENT GRAVE



Coveting your warmth
Flood of tears
Rolled down the cheeks
To moor the remaining patch;
Where in power,
The lover reign

Why in vastness
You gap my passion
Was not, your distance
A closer propensity to love

Implore the begging mine;
Wherever my tears will fall
Let void, witness
The mountain tall

For what cost, must
Anvil and stapes will I hammer and blow;
But to deluge the beating heart
And to procure my silent grave

LONELY ROUTE



The attachment bore fruit
When flesh accrued
a bony rash
Bleeding red
An oceanic pain;
As you peeped inside,
To drill my heart

Not to any thought
I gurgle my throbbing pain, but
To lay bemused, and
Cut your plan:
A lonely route ahead

THE STORY WHICH NEVER GATHERED AGAIN



Inject 'calm'
through sedative drops
to my blue veins
And
shield wounded core
holding hard
to my fragile life

Bemused
by the cough of life
bruises, caused
to lick those unspoken words

Night walrus
with tough wrinkled skin
along the long tusks
fought flippers whole of night
creepy and insane, till
the 'day',
Broke me down:
Calm of space
and reigning clouds drifting around

Injecting calm
to the blue of sky,
the story which never gathered again!

RESURRECT ME



Invariance to thy blinking eyes
The lost act,
Swooned my heart
Adding luster to thy beat

Not once, but
multiple times
I counted my fingers
to hold thy heart

When the age
will impound me
measuring an inch of space;
Bequeath a drop of warmth
to resurrect me

HEAVENLY SILENCE



Ask me, by
No definition mine;
How did thee
spent
those longer nights
when
my heart was beating for you

and,

when
thee were pulling
the string of my love,
I was baffled
by your
heavenly silence

RESTORATION



The good, that
restored my seclusion
Was
Your loss through words;
And,
Gained me nothing
of your understanding
which you did
painting with words;
You coat of dull drabs

While the world complained
I was involved in restoration!

SMILING QUIETUDE: A SUBMISSION OF HEART



How should I
mark a line
to your loving words

No sooner I
dig a 'dot'
to your loving face
it drape me
whole of space
feeding your warmth

How should I
draw a circle
to your loving radius

No sooner I
measure a 'perimeter'
to your stretching expanse
it draws me
womb of infinite
to suckle your beat

How should I
part you not
to crave your more

No sooner I
breath an 'air'
to hear your feel
it muffle me
distant quietitude
to gag my voice