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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

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,,,,


snow white


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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...