three dreams in blood

Three dreams in blood


First dream


Witness


Falling asleep I fall down beneath
To a door that is made of beating flesh
A long corridor
A lot of doors
Each door keeps keys
And denies keeping them
All are left ajar 
With a hanging key in the hole


Through the slice of light at the door
I saw the little girl screaming
And all the doors got locked
Keyholes said it was the wind
Keys complained the lock
But the girl was bleeding to death
What was the wind?
What was the fault with the lock?
And I woke with a swollen eye…!


My second dream


Betrayal


Sea was spurning at my feet
As the waves dug the sands in anger
That made me jerk and weak
I spat blood
Not of the seas effort
But of the loves hatred
With dripping red lip 
I loomed the crimson horizon
She was rowing hard
In the wave less sea then
Her hairs flew without a breeze
Eyes glowed red
And I sat with the stunned sea


My third dream


The execution


In the barren island I sung
Songs of death and love
Then from the dark forest
A snow-white doe came out bleeding
I stopped singing
But it bled again
In the silence and pain it died 
And the sky convicted me!
When a rainbow loop was set on my neck
The earth leapt down from my foots
In that in between 
Struggling for breath
I sung the rest
A song that ended with a death…

The tree

Cloaking her enigmatic face

Filled with green emotions,

In a crowd of clouds and gods

The tree stayed in the peak alone

Piercing her toes

In the stone chest of mountain

She ruled him

Like a bold wife

She ruled the wind

With her leaves and wood

She ruled the mistletoes

With her love and cold

Rain and light admired her

Rhythm of breeze succumbed to her

She aged a thousand year

But her veins were still hot there

 Then

 In the full moon night

Tossing the hard cold mist

And breaking the sharp rock curves

The bald man came

With a divine smile

And luring song

He caressed her waist

And with a passionate kiss

Stretched at her legs

Chanting some more melancholic songs

He leaped in to ponder a dream

Shivering off the mist and dews

She loomed at the sleeping saint

“The prophesy “

She whispered

With a pricking pain and vibe

She made her maiden bloom

Before her eyes could drop

Her tears down for once

The single lone blossom

Became a fruit that glows red

Together with the tears

Fallen down to the palm beneath

The night stopped scaring so suddenly

And the time was made unknown

Woke and walking the saint descended

Down he went with the crimson life

The tree started yellowing leaves

With a wind that went away forever

All her palms fall down evermore

And the mountain began to fume aloud

Squalling hard in the pain so dour

Dusting off the ash and leaves

Down at the mountain foot in a haste

The saint was walking fast

No one glimpsed his eyes for once

To tell me the fate of tree

Wind, stones, the dragonflies

The valley had all them blind…

windows

Windows…

Twisted metal bones

Wounded wooden flesh

No blood…

But bloody visions

And above

Covers the glass

Smooth stained skin

Deep and opaque

Like the smiles.

Distilled sighs draws

Pictures of many in the glass

Deep inside the thoughts

Soul performs the purgatorial scenes.

She was outside

Calling out my name in vain

She knew I wont open

And I knew she wont stop

Between the thoughts and morns

In the chest of pain and composure

There was the rain

Callous, cold and hard

I did not saw, her tears,

Dissolved in raindrops

She did not saw mine too

For the glass was deep and wet

Like the meaningless words I roared,,,,

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Spider
               what or when,

Time was sleeping then

And my conscious was unconscious…

Then came those footsteps,

In my corridor I heard them

For years I was hanging in my web

In the corridor of solitude

Wet and wounded in rain and weaving again

I wove that web to catch gleeful thoughts

And I was so unlucky I reckon

Then in the night of last moon

Then came the footsteps

But they were so fast

Before my blurred eyes blinked

Before I am completely woke from my sleep

They were gone…

I heard the wind laughing…

“You are a man of quick dear…”

Hmm…

Life of a spider is so.

So is mine.

But still I am thinking the footsteps.

                                                                                          Am I alone….???

obsessions and realizations....

Look at me dear...

Am also a vine plant now...

Look at my leaves

Swings on my hair tops

Look at my buds

Creeps out of my nose

Look at these red grapes

Which is blown out of my heart.

For a thousand years

I waited you at this shore

Whenever I saw you pass

In different incarnations I think,

All you chanted was more waiting

And so did I

I don’t know when,

Did this vine plant start creeping towards me!

She whispered in my ears

When ever I wept

She whispered me whenever I slept
that she loves me more...

That she deserved me for sure.

Each time she smiled

I felt fumes in my eyes.

When she longed her tentacles

I couldn’t resist....

Then there was rain...

So beautiful and very cold

Her embraces were warm,

Like her words...

When that that rain died,

After another thousand years

I was made a vine plant...

And now I can see you smiling...

And I realize that you were smiling...

All these years...

With all my love songs...

Realizations requires a perception

That is far beyond ones obsession...

Prophet...

I was in the lime light

Yet they failed to find me

The search is for me...

For I have frisked my soul already!

They prohibited explanations...

The King insists to conceal

Yet I explained

Revelations I made...

They proclaimed my intentions

But the people declined to believe!!

I did my preach

And they did their skirmish.

I did not ran each time

When the swords made sound

When the leather squeaked of friction...

When the horses squalled in pain and glory

I was made invisible..!

They could not believe in my ordinariness

They were afraid of my magic

But I agonized for never having them!!!

And they whispered stories about my glaring eyes

They felt my melodious voice so dark and deep!!

So their minds refused to see my silhouette...

And I became the divine...!

“Comedy in life brings agony sometimes....”

BLIND

Blind

I didn’t know...

Whether I am blind or not...

I began gazing very long

But could not see anything

He says it is there...!

But I insist as it is an illusion

He loves opium...!

I love him when he plunges in opium!

He signs in when the fumes burst out...

And he sings well when I broke out...

I love him more than my thoughts!

He is the blend I would like to drink

He is the place where I would wander around

The moon says it is bad

To sing the laments in night

But I reckon he is good,

Like the colitas ash in a glass of wine.

Destiny lies in him

And my destiny is wicked I think...

Come on...

He invites again...

Look at the mirror

Look at you...

You are dead...

Only your dirty exhale says you are alive

Your crap and hair

The tears and lids

Your eyes and sound

Only, these says you are alive

Never your heart...

Never has it said you are...

You are dead...

He adds...

Colitas made me cough...

But I stood erect

I am no zombie...!

Not a dead heart......!

I am the heart who seeks!

But always fails to see...

I am the mind that expects!

But always wrong to accept...

He smiled...

Are you blind???

Am I blind??

Can I see those hearts...?

Can I see them well?

Striving hard to glimpse me well

No..!.I am blind....

I see no love...

I could only see this world...

Not its fiery heart....

Am blind...

the Egyptian

THE EGYPTIAN

Is he Lucifer?

Son of the god?

Satan of earth?

Demon from the heavens?

They began enquiring...

They were terribly afraid...

Because humans fears anything from the heavens

Let it be the almighty

Or his estranged son...

And yet they beseech to be there.

They dream the blissfulness out there!!

All was his advertisement...

That frightened the sheep of the god

He was an Egyptian.

Who wore ragged cloths...

Who read too much papyrus

Who with his red brush scribed those words in the town

“Subscribe to death...

Uncloak your real life...

End your prolonged sleep...

Embrace the light...”

People were tempestuous.

In the name of god

They confounded him to hell

He is definitely a demon of Satan

They snatched stones from the road

And shrouded crosses in their pockets

“God help us’

Chants fumed the crowd

Sighs scorched their thoughts

At his doors, they roared with all courage

Silence was the reply

Nobody moved except a wind...

It opened the red door with might

Fear was visible in the faces of people...

The Egyptian was there!

Like the demons they knew from tales

He too endured in the air

His feet couldn’t touch the floor

His pupils were concealed under lids

Sheep of god scattered seeing him

He was a real demon

But he moved not

A gentle breeze like god’s finger tips

Moved his long hair with care

Some one pelt a stone

But the demon moved not

Many stones came after

Hands grew stronger

The demon in the air revolved

Because his head was inside a rope

In a circle he already left...for his uncloaking....

LONE WOLF

TO MANY, LOVE IN HEART IS LIKE THE WOLF'S PAW...WE ALL ARE,OR WERE WEARY ABOUT THE CLAWS ....OR THE LOVE..SHOULD I REVEAL???....WHAT IF SHE OR HE SCARES???
AND...WHEN SCARES.....

THIS IS A SIMPLE POEM....BUT IT HAS A SAY...TRY TO HEAR THAT...

The Lone wolf...

In the valley he was alone...

A glaring pair of eyes,

Wandered the solitudes of the valley.

He was scary

As he was a wolf

With fiery canine

With bloody, panting tongue

Glowing eyes in the dark

And his gruesome howling art...

He was a scary thing

 As he was a wolf....

And he was alone...

Long and deep valley echoed his howling...

Beautiful purple flowers made him sick of solitude...

Indelible reminiscence of a dream made him stray...

Thrashing the river side flowers...

Breaking the silence of night...

His ears were erected forever...

He never misses a whisper...

So he was prone to the cursing of woods...

And he was desperate to find some love...

But nothing came along...

Nothing but cricket’s fracas...

Nothing but obdurate rains.

The one day...

She came down from the mountains

Like fire in the hands of Prometheus...

In red glowing frock

In the midst of purple flower bed

She was like they say...

An angel from the skies...

Her green eyes were deep...

Her lips reminded red berries of the valley

When she drunk from the silent sage river...

Her reflection sped his current...

Oh! She was beauty...

Her dulcet songs castigated his solitudes

Laying head on his paws

Concealing his claws...

He gazed at the village girl for hours...

She came down to pick flowers...

Some gods like this purple flowers

If gods could talk to her

They would have demanded this girl, he thought.

Irony! It is...

Even gods can’t have the best!!!

But she descended to his heart...

May be she came down to heal,

To heal his pains

To heal his solitudes...

But!!!

She is human!!!

Wolf closed his eyes,

Love cares no such thing...

She inured coming to the innocuous valley...

Laying his head on paws 

Concealing his claws of love

The wolf gazed her for hours...

He knew she too was weary of silence

He knew she would scare a lot when it brakes...

But!

As I said...

He thought...

Love cares no such thing...

It comes...

It flows

It blends thy eyes and conscious

It blends thy heart and intellect

It fills thy vacuum

It sucks thy self inside...

As he was a wolf

He was scary...

But he dared to incise his veil

His painful composure languished...

He had much to sing...

His itinerant search for her

His hearts somber laments to her...

But!

All god gave him was a fiery howl!

As he was a wolf he scared the little girl...

She slipped in to the deep river current...

Her eyes were filled with fear

Her hands were full of purple flowers

And her frock was wet and heavy

Like a moon stone in silk thrown to a wishing well

She submerged with out a cry...

Her eyes glowed as she went down the deep!!

She whispered something no one heard!

All was so fast...

Like the obdurate rain which came down...

Wolf was staring at the river...

Its depths remained calm...

So calm...

Raindrops washed his fur

It washed down his tears

As it always does...

Again the valley wore it barren face...

So barren like his heart...

He retreated to the deep woods...

His laments lay in a song...

A song that no one heard

As he was a wolf

He was scary ,like his heart...

Night came with an absent moon.

Wolf saw torches descending the mountains

Like furious Zeus descends for his fire...

He ran so fast....

And when he stopped he woke the purple flowers...

They loomed at his eyes...

They were wet.

There he lay...

With his head on the paws

Revealing his claws

Revealing his love...

Voices came near...

He saw the green eyes in the dark river...

They were too wet...

And they were expecting him...

Aneesh k.m(1/1/2010)

KEEP THIS IN YOUR HEART...

Dear,,,,

This is what ma hands scribed down when I spected my wet weepy thoughts, . Yes they are just words….but are they??...words can speak more when your heart abandons…so do I …words r de winds dat sails ur stigmas around the ignoring world…yes like I said…I don’t know weather my search will end in Eden. Don’t even think this as an ‘angler’s dream’…honestly… I share when you keep this in your heart…J…

Dear I have nothing to offer

But silly words…

        Just keep this in your heart…

         Dear...

             Why do you care?

         Just keep it in your heart…

         You are hurting me so hard

         Never pretend you are not...

              I know when you smile,

             When you sob and roar

             I know am hurt...

             So why don’t you keep it in blank…

They prick me to bleed...

In blood I see thee

They curse me to hell...

In hell I heard thy laughter

They told me to forget...

In my thoughts, I see my face

           Dear…

           I do care…

           But I can keep this in heart…

           My heart is deep

            Like your rainy prejudices

            My heart is wet…

            Like your beautiful cheeks…

Dear …

Why do you care?

Just keep this in your heart

My love is my lust…

I can hold it till it bursts…

But remember

You will never know my lust...

B’coz I never love so real…

(I am the fiery heart…J JJ)

I can keep it in heart...

For I hate revelations.

For I hate being nude...

When I really think of you

So I keep my heart close...

Yet you care...

And you hurt...

Dear …

Why do you care!!!

Just keep this in your heart...

You know how I love…

My love is my lust…

Please don’t care…

Aneesh k.m

FOLLOWING A LOVE....

Follow..

He follows…

Every pebble opposes his way

Every wind disposes his signs

Rain makes it sure

That no one finds him ever…

Yet …

He follows…

He knew no one comes after…

He knew the solitudes ahead…

Yet…

When the church bells rang

He wept…

She has gone a long way…

Distances…

Distances she keeps too much

From his heart which loves the most…

She had chosen…

The choices were many

He was the most disgusting gift

He never gilts in light

Ever weights in balance

Yet

He expects her fingertips…

What an irony…!

The dream of a bad dreamer…!!

In the cart he follows

She walks ahead in glee

But he couldn’t reach her ears...

He knew…

He knew she never listens

He knew she fails to envisage...

She says she can’t interpret.

God, his words were never ambiguous…

They conveyed the open love...

She tried to interpret...

He knew she never could

Yet…he follows…

Tail end

 I saw him down the road

He wasn’t gloomy

But didn’t smile

Why you follow an engaged lap…?

I asked

Why do you write from the same mind???

He panted…

I let the horse loose…

He wasn’t gloomy but smiled not…

He follows…

He may not smile

Yet………………..

Aneesh.k.m

THE DRY WINDS...FLOWING OVER SOLITUDES...

When ever we feel lonesome it’s a matter of time…a wind comes along..

DRY WINDS

The road is dark and bare…

Spreads like a big fat python...

Cactus grown sand was hot

It hurts every point of flesh…

Glances die in distances

Oases did the same in imagination…

Smell of burning skins

Creeps inside the nose…

Steps flickers like some curious dance steps…

Drops of tears suicides in the glowing sand…

No one around here!!

Here comes a dry wind…

Disturbing the lonely sands…

A thought comes along with it…

Thought of falling back…

Thought of fear and failure…

There she is..!

In the peepal shade,

Mourns and laughs

 In the same emotion...!

I can hear.

But I hate doing it again…

I was late as ever

And she left without a sign…

I stand in the shade…

Leaves are pouring

Like it is some weepy winter

But am feeling hot…

Another dry wind…

I am in the midst of people…

They want to know, what I do know…

But they won’t know what I do know…!!!

They are too small to climb my songs…

So they curse

With flamed words…

Future burns....

It’s hot every where…

Another dry wind….

I am in the hilltop…

Depths call me to leap…

A leap to freedom…

A leap to nothingness

Or fusion to every thing…

She came panting

Her words were fuming…

Even at this height I feel hot…

Another dry wind…

Am in the sands…

Tied down anyway…!

I saw she run...

She runs scattering the sands…

At some distance she turned…

She had everything but a face…!

Her sand face glows in the sun!!!

I feel lightening cold…

Road is barren now!!!

I am free and no sign of the sand girl…

But I could see a red scarf…

That is a long distance…

Across the wayside

Across the sands…

There is no dry wind now…

And I am not expecting one…!!!

But I must follow her…

And I will!!

ANOTHER DREAMER;PLEA

ANOTHER DREAMER; PLEA FOR POEMS

Nomadic dreams were beautiful

So enchanting as a tale

Which lacks an end and beginning

And full of pursuit plays..

Let it be

Let it be my last wish

To be in a jungle of such dreams

To play a wandering deaf singer!

But I am so coward

More like you.

I too fear the loneliness

In the jungle, I wish to built..

So I hung up my elegies

In the most ugly words and ink

Come thee, critique heart

Please judge me wrong and hard

I want your words spill,

The blood and marrow of my dreams

I want you be in the milestone

Where I may turn back

 Where I may retreat,

To the very door ajar

Through which I came

The door of my imagination…

Come thee critique heart

Pleas are for your pleasure,,,,,,,,,,,,,

ANOTHER DREAMER; PLEA FOR POEMS

Nomadic dreams were beautiful

So enchanting as a tale

Which lacks an end and beginning

And full of pursuit plays..

Let it be

Let it be my last wish

To be in a jungle of such dreams

To play a wandering deaf singer!

But I am so coward

More like you.

I too fear the loneliness

In the jungle, I wish to built..

So I hung up my elegies

In the most ugly words and ink

Come thee, critique heart

Please judge me wrong and hard

I want your words spill,

The blood and marrow of my dreams

I want you be in the milestone

Where I may turn back

 Where I may retreat,

To the very door ajar

Through which I came

The door of my imagination…

Come thee critique heart

Pleas are for your pleasure,,,,,,,,,,,,,