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Saturday, October 30, 2010

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Friday, June 4, 2010

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….???

Saturday, May 22, 2010

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...



Monday, March 15, 2010

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....






Sunday, March 14, 2010

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)