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Silently you went to disappear in blue – alone or unalone – I was watching a moth on the burning lamp in night way scrawled flat as death’s signature on the heap of broken wings, between space and time an
Lovers of death were on prowl: nothing was finished.Smart words were bouncing back. Quotes by the fire had stripped down the carnage. More bombs in courtyard and hope was confronting death. Few branded names were causing rift in the ranks
Paddy fields as far as the eyes can see Stretches of green touching the horizon Farmers in straw hats busy as bees And buffaloes, such loyal workers at every turn Cycling into the breeze, along a well-worn path Greeting ‘How
The street lamp validated it. I’m single, sui generis, without partner, lost entirely in self. East, up the street, no shadow cast. Turning this way and that a black specter, once sewn to my heel, deserted me. Under the lamp,
Credulous and Innocent, Dewy eyed and Trusting, Free of evils and moral wrongs, A Facade came by abusing and accusing, Now I Know “The Wolf in Sheep’s clothing” Sensitive and Assailable, Tripping on words that read adore, Cruel intentions, Ulterior
Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs
I was a shirt filed with straw and rags. Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably. Nothing to think of; a hat filled with straw. The inability to walk. Pinned to a board. Hickory oak. Chest disproportionate to a
You toppled the invisible burning the unburied buttons joining the history of names. Will I be able to communicate with straw to find out the age of the unarrived seeds? There is too much violence in green blood. The broken
I know him since he surprisingly visited us at our infanthood quarter. At that auburn day, we’d just filled up our pockets by our fists, snatched warm embers from the fireplace and from a dragon dwelling inside the tale, then
In my life troubled voyage liters broken and unfulfilled dreams I was tossed about and sinking; when all the straws were broken I raised my head to behold on life other sides, a light flickering It beckoned me, ‘oh voyager
It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At
Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.
Let’s look together, in the tight, dark corners. Look in the tough, raw twilight– Once, I thought I found a bed, under a dome of stars. I tried to sleep. The world is always fresh. Everyone is always looking for
(1) When I used to be a coal-black ink over a snowy paper, she said: “your letters are locks, your words puzzles”. When I spoke with the remains of my string, she said: “your letters are plough blades wounding the
A volcanic kiss was becoming ungreen. The shark was coming. All night it was raining. The sap was rising and love-farm was deluged. A blue moon walks on the dry eyes. Why the tears had gone to exile? A mole
My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening to your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you
Those barbarous men took all my felicity and killed me with their adze. Each piece of my fragmented heart endured a lot of angst. By defiling a dauntless belle they exalted their brutality. The ferocious act of theirs, brought me
Just an observation, To the moment close by; Your eyes sneaking out of window, But mine are stuck to thy. A strange feeling, Afraid, don’t know how to make a move; Waiting to get a glimpse of your Ming, Just
Those were the delights.. I fail still to hide The mere thoughts of liberty… I seldom mind Those were the agony… Once breathed within the skin That blissful hell… Where I might have been Those were the delights… Still engraved
In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul
Tight spaced enclosure Swelling of my own inner expense A feeling as if it is over it is over What else is there to give? Living as though incapuslated Fearful of the future for that has gone cold Never thought
We take so much for granted from this world on which we play, the breath inside our lungs drawn in from a cold and windy day. Draining the life from a world already so drawn and stretched to it’s limits,
When I first got to meet him Soon after you left him I did not know him But something caught my attention. This something grew stronger Every day was revealing A depth that was building The real-ness was superceding. I
Uptown or downtown somebody Wants to touch your body Somebody wants to get a little Naughty so who ever you’re with May not be your fantasy lover but When you have a rock hard, hard on It tends to have
This is mine not yours I control every force. Take it easy and share Selfishness is not fair. Greedy declare Ownership, to build Castles on sand. Waves smoothly Shave castles and run. Systems of a fool Abide by harsh rule.
Have you ever heard the tale about the hedgehog with no spikes, such a sweet little boy who all the other’s didn’t like? A case of alopecia, there was nothing they could do, such a sad little hedgehog who cried
It has been a long drive of fifty years and odd stumbled,edged,raced,soared,jumped all odds and silly games yet all meaningful. a stint at art, a trial at music, a full fledged love and a hard earned indifference, a gritty fight
Is it fiction or reality? Called the end of life or is birth’s wife. Death, is a dreadful reality, But, why don’t we accept it wisely. For fiction, it is the easiest way to frighten, But about death, it does
I have been away a while, space, time to think, while in the thinking, think, that maybe we are too affected by today’s culture, media, in not thinking for ourselves. Beauty can be seen everywhere, yet some shout of ugliness.
For the fusion of minds let the long vigil of night begin for a cultural shock. Prayer wheels were whirring furtively. The Buddha was going to weep. Imperial march of hundred thousand boots in fever wakens the darkness under the
When every star is blanketed including heaven’s gate, who will paint the colours of sunrise on the lake. When hearing is of thunder with splitting huricanes, whe can sing of love of life. When speeches all run out of words
I was not indifferent to graffiti but oracle was telling a different story of embellished arms race about the mathematics of terror. Less comprehensible I presume. But who was transparent and simple today. A wisp was rising among the hills.
Long ago When you mesmerized me by your delightful breathtaking figure I realized first time how close I was to scenic beauty I was infatuated with you by intoxicating smell of your body You would always carry mellowness in your
Goodbyes mean I’m not going to see you! No more waking up to your smile, Can’t hear your voice anymore- And can’t hold you anymore. Can you hear my heart beating- Crying out to you Begging you to stay? Can
Plethora of other’s misery too afflicts in some form Improbable to brave fury stuck in eye of the storm Setting right all courses own turns terribly wrong With tide stuck in vortex best let go to flow along Untying few
We are the others, the never wills, the nothingness of death. We are nothing, you are less; spineless, useless, worthless, blessed. Burn it to the ground and ground it down; I love falling apart in your arms. Everyone is going