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...