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