Thursday, November 26, 2009

how intense.

how intense are those pains,
how intense are those blows,
which makes people never let go...
their ears go deaf, to their own shouts,
only a grief stricken silence screams to haunt...
how intense it must be, how intense...
when they can't see themselves,in the mirrors,
though they are absolutely transparent,
under their naked skin, and their bones...
how inense are those pains,
how intense are those blows,
which makes them bleed seas of tears,
when they wash their wounds,
and it all looks like dirty linen,
to everyone around...
how intense are those pains,
how intense they must be,
they let nothing heal them...
there must be many songs,stories,
they never listen to...
how intense are those pains,
how intense are those blows,
everytime they swallow,
i see a burning charcoal in their throats,
everytime they spit,
i see fire sparkles trying to burn,
everything,including their tongues...
how intense the pain must be,
how intense the blows must be,
the empty caves carved out by,
the acid tears streaming down their eyes,
seeping into their memories,and emotions,
make prickling mites and tites, stalaclites,
like life is made of limestone...
how intense the pain must be,
how intense the blows are,
that life collapses with the mind,
an empty cave with prickles and pain,
like it's made of limestone.

morning breeze.

sometimes you just need to hang on,
because you are the blowing wind,
who can be the air,which can stand still,
and you are also this first breeze,
which most don't notice.

yeah,you are also this first breeze,
which most don't notice,
soft,cool,warm,fresh,sweet and lively,
like the feathers,silk,milk,flowers
and honey,green sprouting leaves.
when the morning sun, is a baby,
treading first steps,with tiny feet.


morning breeze...
sometimes you just need to hang on,
because you are the blowing wind,
who can be the air,which can stand still.

hang on,
and please my sweet perfume,
wait till you be you-the morning breeze.
open your blackened eye,pure white beauty....

open your blackened eye,
oh pure white beauty,
it's just a bad dream,
it's a bad dream,mind storming.

wake up from this bad dream,
it may storm you soon to the sea sides,
and drown you into this self-destruction device,
the barren dry desert,life-less.

wake up from his bad dream,
hang on for a little more time,
else,you may end up in a desert,lifeless,
through a self-destruction device...

wake up,wake up, and hang on a while,
else you may end up in a desert,lifeless,
through a self destruction device,
and create a veil, of a deceiving mirage.

open your blackened eye,
oh pure white beauty,
it's just a bad dream,
it's a bad dream,mind storming.

open your eyes,don't storm,breeze,
you are the blowing wind,
you are the air,
you are the sweet breeze.

wake up, open your blackened eyes,
oh pure whit pained beauty,
blow now,it's morning,
be the breeze.
soft,cool,fresh,warm,sweet,lively...
like the feathers,silk,milk,flowers
and honey,green sprouting leaves.

colors.

man!my man,
when you were being a chameleon,
i was being a colorful butterfly,in the same garden.

man!oh my man!
you changed your colors often,
and i got confused you're which one.


man!oh my man!
i used to think you are a flower,
all these days,'cos you smelled so nice.


man!oh man!
you changed your colors often,
and i sucked the whole garden.

man!oh my man!
when you were being a chameleon,
i was being a colorful butterfly,in the same garden.

man!oh my man!
they stuck me with their pollen
and now there are fresh blossoms...

man!oh man!
it's such a shame,that i forgot i was once a larvae,
now m a sight of amusement.

man!oh man!
i wish i was'n that,a colorful butterfly,
infatuated,confused by a color changing chameleon.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

word smith

word smith in his smithy shop,
heats the thoughts well,
he bends and beats,
the roads and the curves,
walked by men,from a longtime,
the world, to make 'em see through his needle eye,
and get them a mind,open wide, and very fine.

intricate.

on a single grain of sand,
there are stories of the great,
sun,moon,stars,and the massive rocks,
light,wind,storms,
days and nights.

the stories are carved,
by each of them with time,
to make the grains stand alone,separate,
very tiny and infinite,full of grit,
and still confronting change,and they narrate...

just to tell me,how to write a poem,
called life,and to to be called a poet,
full of love and intricate,
how to feel a loss,fill a void,
freely,flowingly and still not hopeless...

Friday, November 13, 2009

fool!

when you are angry at nights,
you write poems with rhyming lines,
and with some word play,like you ice,
the baked hot cake,flavored with some nice,
or not so nice surprise,and you feel fine.

and you feel fine,
'cos you conveyed the message right,
to the world lost,in itself and time,
and that you are 'oh! so right',
and i appreciate, your thought,your mind.
'cos i am in this,the society,i write.

i am in this, the society and i write,
i write,to quit,and share it here with might!
yeah.nevermind.

condemned

i cried too much,
it's a crime.
so i was condemned,
to love it till the end.

i yearned too much for love,
it's a crime.
so i was condemned,
to like it more.


and i cry.and i love.
i am condemned,
so i have a heart big enough,
and it lets me laugh my arse out.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

OLIVE IN THE ZOO.

she is an,
olive.

green emerald,
moon moods’ lustrous shine…

moving gold fish,
flying eyelash,with a wish…

fingers’ path and the balustrades,
rolled dice,from the forehead,on the velvet carpet…


this,
is a,
square box,
sun’s scream chained with cages,
tied octopus’s tentacles,
tendril of a creep,with carnivore flower petals…
bodies caught, souls hung,
checked mate!camels,elephants,horses,lions live…


when,
the main gates closed,
she wants go out,
it’s too late,
she lifts a dark tile,
there is a rook inside,
she closes the exit,
she runs around,
she examines the field,
four elephants, cornered alive…
she lifts a white tile,
there is still a rook inside…
she runs around,
examines the field,
four elephants,cornered alive…
she lifts a dark tile,
looks into the eye,
of the rook inside,
it had cried, more it cries…
she keeps the tile open,
she runs around, examines,
four rooks cornered alive,
three more tiles, she lifts…
and all of them cried…
she stays in the zoo,too…
bodies caught and souls hanged,
green splits ,to stand straight,
rooks, knights, bishops, kings lived…
but life is only black and white…
wars they fight,
check-mate!
and all the beasts, free outside…
game not over, but it’s the end…



but look, there is so much oil,
in the can!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

pink elephant.

the wind is in the hair,

as i wait to see the place,

as u ride faster and chat,

the white bars are single line,

they ended into a narrow lane,

with wide pot holes everywhere,

they are dry,there was sun after the rain,


you ride real slow,i feel like always...


i knot my head,with the rubberband...

i stretch,i stretch...


yeah the potholes,they are quite dry,
there is dust,there was heavy sun after the little rain..


but on what's left,the mosquitoes,
do dwell...they can sing,
even when it's all pee and famine!

the cows and the ox strayed,
do they mate?when do they mate?

there big solemn eyes,say,
they are like that grand pa,homeless..
with wrinkles under the broken frame...


i know about them dogs,
today they just forage...

thier gait,suggests,
they are like that beggar,with needs,
content with the choice made...


you park the vehicle,to face the tall wall...
i take a not so deep breath,to smell the stench...

the air stays,never moves,
like the crowd hustling inside,
calculating about the best buy...

you buy me a gift,i accept...
'cos it's the t-shirt with a pink elephant...

as i try run down the escalator,
i feel a fall,and i wake up in the bed...
i know,i am no different,i am as love less...

i sleep again,i dislocate.
to the foot of a hill,a stream flows there...

and as i stand,looking at small pebbles,
through the green waters,
there is a pink elephant,sliding down with a smile...

as it climbs up to slide down again,
i don't read it's eyes,or comprehend it's gait...

i just smile,
'cos in some time,
the pink elephant will fly...


and shower love all over,with a trumpet,
and the mosquitoes will die...even as it rains...

Monday, August 24, 2009

skeleton...

beaten hard, eaten well...by calamities...
yellow eyes,big small yellow eyes...
spread around,most blackened,
from quite sometime...
the green lady is sick,inside,outside...
it hurts her veins,her skin burns-slow fire...
but she did try to cry,all her salts,want her to die...
she has hanging on the twig of the tree,she's wry,dry,
with her slender stalk,half-alive...
she swirls,she shivers,she rustles with her pals...eerie noise...
and before saying good-bye,she flies,
to fall with the wind high...
into the empty white pages,of a book lying beside...
which happily closes in no time,that's when she writes,
pressed,to be preserved... for no reason or rhyme...
but only to be opened, to face,the silence...
she looks the same...
she is now the colored silhouette...
a skeleton full of flesh,but with life long gone and dead...
she preaches,she teaches... i just smile...

Sunday, August 16, 2009

who?

who,who? painted the sky, with so much pain,
who tainted the the moon,with black crates,
who fainted the stars,and abducted 'em to far away...
i wish they just don't die...


who,who?tore all these rain drops apart,and got them cry,
who,pulled these mountains so high,to block air,
who scared the cloud,they keep running around all the time,
i wish they just stay....


who,who?can crack open the sky,and see what's behind...
who,can drill inside the earth to outside,to see beneath,underneath....
who,can get inside my soul,and make me understand it's mind...
i wish the souls are safe...

WINDOW TO THE WEST...

Window facing the west,
Wretched a little-
Chipped varnish,rusty hinges...
clinging on,curious seeker...
The sun stays long here,
It's brighter west side,
The noon's hot air,
And the silt raising,with thick slow demeanor...
It's not clear,who's behind the scenes...
Window facing the west,
Wretched a little-
Chipped varnish,rusty hinges...
When the wind is high,
It holds the frame in one hand,
The other hand is waiting for another hand,
To hold and push,to shut and close,
And let no dust fall in...

Window facing the west,
Wretched a little-
Chipped varnish,rusty hinges...
Mixed complex it is,
Let only the best flow in....
Mixed complex it is,
Suit yourself,remember who made it!

Friday, July 17, 2009

Tom And Jerry...

Gray gray morning,
cotton fluffy clouds,
cozy cozy kennel,only warmth around,
The alarms were on pause,there were no calls...

A 90 degree turn,An isometric view,
Tom's running behind,Jerry's sliding on the dew of haze...
Together they were an ice skating, race car,
and the black smoke,through the exhaust bike

Tom looks less wicked,
Jerry has a more naughty smile,
Tom had more hurdles,
Jerry set up more perils at every pit stop...


on and on and on...



Shut the act out!
Don't move,so quick through the air,
Creating random waves,the graph's outta scale,
the picture is so blurred in the head...


I know how to set a rat trap,
there's that ringtone,on the phone-
cuppy-cake,cheese-cake,song,
of the sweet icing sugar little girl...


I'll play it now!
set high shutter speed!
And yes,Jerry is caught on the screen...
I looked into his eyes,he looked like me-sleeping green...


He moves,rolls,slides,
But still his mouth is a big: O ,
and legs of pinky paws: X ,
As i shake, touch,the advanced mobile...

Missing links!

Missing links,
In the animal kingdom,
Carolous Linnaeus,
After Aristotle,
Started this segregation,
You animal,homo sapien,
You continue it well,
They sorted the chaos,
You hide more,
To make the problem,
A very special one,
So soft,so moderated,
Like the lunatic,
Who had warm welcome,
And acceptance...

tears-water droplets..

.
the floating mind is filled,
with the pain of love,to the brink...
and as i sink,and as i douse,
it's raining hard,
it's raining loud,
all i can do is sit and watch....
ever rain drop,an extra bar,
of the prison-in which i am caught....
they won't let me go,
until they all reach down,
and make sounds,
having me resonate,
because they stay long,
taking time of our voices,
pausing,with vibrato,
looking at each other,
to see what the light of the eyes talk...
there is lightning once in a while,
making my pupil shrink,
when i think of,your nod,
to my thoughts on,
how easy it is,to make me smile...
and there is a thunder that follows,
i hear your laughter,through the air,
laughing at my silly,whiny,less intense despairs....
i feel,the tears rolling down,
through,red light,of the eyelids shut,
they are fat,and m simply not crying,
for your attention's sake...
the rain stopped...
there is equilibrium outside...
a silence sane,and so,so inane,
pointing towards me,with it's pricky end...
it asks me why is there,so much noise here,inside,
i have no answer,but only my tears...
but it says,they are only water droplets...
how can i show silence the red,
the red blood,my heart bleeds,
effusing silently,losing all colors,
to get rid of the pain,it can no longer endure...
the silence can't see,
the silence can't feel,
it just says... says,says,says,
tears are vain,only water droplets...
it cannot remember it's dead parents' names....

Un-remarakable.

i squat down,
to take a photo,
you are bothered...
the only thing remarkable, is, my cleavage, visible?

i bend down,
to cuddle a kid,
you are bothered...
the only thing remarkable, is my cleavage,visible?

i veil myself,
to cover my hide,
i hide my breasts...
the only thing remarkable, is, what is behind?

when i ask you why,
you tell me
"it's hardwired,
we can't change our mind...
the only thing remarkable,is,women should always mind,
there physical existence..."

Yo-Yo.

Numb...
No pain... All drained...
Comfort attained...
An outsider,inside...
Beloved,exists outside...
Nothing can hurt...
Fucked up,
But abstinent...
Clear,
But only a silhouette...
Life is lifeless,
So is death...

Cleanse,
the anesthetic...
Absolve,
Through clarity...
Face,
Everyday...
Pain,
Full of hope...
Love,
Full of pain...
Ahhh!
This is life...
Pleasure,
Always does change...
Walk,
Beside,with a hand in my hand...

bury.move on.

bury inside,
with all the rituals,
listen to what silence said...
Blasphemy spreads,faithlessness,
It can get very difficult to comprehend...


Mourning,with blank eyes,the breathes don't sigh...
Listen to what silence said...
The birth of concentration,in a pensive mood,
Like the sage and the small child...
metamorphosis, a blend...

Forgive me,i got carried away...

The soul bleeds,
It want's to flee,
But not simply...
It wants to punish,
All the ugly impulse,
My mind seeked,
My body recieved...
It wants to see,
How it feels,
When there is a cut deep,
At my temple,
Were once,A planted kiss,
Grew,nourished with,dreams-
of Love and Care,
Very good, bull shit- manure...
The thought,gives it a high,
It wants to burn my hands,
with fire,for touching all the wrong guys...
The thought,gives it a high,
It wants to walk me on glass pieces,
With bare feet,Raining Red,
Reflection,Refraction,pretty kaleidoscope...
There is flash of light,very bright...
A total transition,another idea to wretch...
I switch the speakers on-flute,Sri.Mahalingam,
It sleep walks me to the lawn,
With my my sunshades pink on...
Mother nature's lap,wet with tears...
I shall simply cry....
Mind,body,soul,Reunite...
Forgiving the scars,dark-scary,
As three cleavages,merge,sense divine...
The day began to end,with evening twilight...
But i knew i would never forget,it will soon be night...
And when it's morning again,
i can search more signs...
To fly,not flee,but fly high...

In the garden of the sin...

In the garden of the sin...
The man cooks broth,
Until all the ravens fall in,
To eat up the wrath...

The mother of the dusk,
And her Sun,
Set up and down,the cook,
Because no rest,was not fun...

Water droplets...

My life,
is not a bubble,born on the water surface...
My life,
are born when the bubble bursts to have a short life...
they are the water droplets...

My life,
is not the a lotus leaf,pure,a beautiful jewel arcade...
My life,
are the pearls,on the leaf,which cleanse,decorate,go away...
they are the water droplets...

My life,
is not the water,made of water droplets,in which life thrives...
My life,
are the pieces of clouds,clashing,breaking,dropping down,to die inside...
they are the water droplets...


My life,
is not in a mind,of mine,in which thoughts move and reside...
My life,
are the figments,doomed to life,because they think,they think...
they are the water droplets....

My life,
they are the water droplets,who all together merge,to life...
My life,
they are the water droplets,who serve together,to die...

Water droplets...

My life,
is not a bubble,born on the water surface...
My life,
are born when the bubble bursts to have a short life...
they are the water droplets...

My life,
is not the a lotus leaf,pure,a beautiful jewel arcade...
My life,
are the pearls,on the leaf,which cleanse,decorate,go away...
they are the water droplets...

My life,
is not the water,made of water droplets,in which life thrives...
My life,
are the pieces of clouds,clashing,breaking,dropping down,to die inside...
they are the water droplets...


My life,
is not in a mind,of mine,in which thoughts move and reside...
My life,
are the figments,doomed to life,because they think,they think...
they are the water droplets....

My life,
they are the water droplets,who all together merge,to life...
My life,
they are the water droplets,who serve together,to die...

Friday, July 10, 2009

atonement.

...
he caught the punch,
from the air,from the fist,
from fists-fire that burns,the air,
around the wick-a seeking protrusion,
from the wax below...
and on his face he blew,
the storm,with whirling winds,
that carry the obnoxious dirt,
sheathing the fragrances,at depths...

the skin on knuckles,bled,
awakened snow,melting,
under the baby sun crimson red...
to waters sparkling,pristine,
meandering,from corners,
of the eyes-looking at the image,
of the man,who had been him,
on the mirror-a river which erodes,
the earth,all the time,to mud,more useful...

the reflection made him all new,
the pain-the wind,cooled to breeze...
filling his breathe with fragrance,
the eyes had a new light,
light,that dissolved the tears,
and blood,to make twilight,
light,reached the abyss of the mind,
the mind-the flowing river,to evolve,
into soil,with trees and fruits,of efforts and truths...


... he atoned...
...through introspection...

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Retarded...

Fell in love,
At a very young age...
and it was all and a craze...
soon he left,
for another girl,a child,
he had many reasons,
they all seemed,right...
like the eyes and it's light....
so,it's been a pleasure,since then,
to assume,that the flaws are on this side,
he is still the brave,charming,prince,
of the treasured,fairy tale,
which is still under editing,
after the first print,
cast reduced to only 2,
the princess is her own knight...
but nothing to fight!


she spent so much time,
that she is still seventeen,
in her mind!

No matter- still matters...

You turned your face and walked,
you left...
I saw your back,it slowly vanished,
nothing was felt...

Nothing lasts forever,
And voids are unleashed,
But with vacuum they're filled...
So, so much,nothing in it...

Who knew?Nothing can hurt?
haha...

(Nothing)nothing can hurt...
No matter,no what...
Know what?Know what not?
no matter-still matters...

Nothing lasts forever,
It's true,nothing lasts forever...
One of many many truths,is nothing...
Nothing is true,nothing so true...

Nothing(nothing) can hurt...
No matter,no what...
Know what?Know what not?
no matter-still matters...

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Searchlight...

....
i am insane,insane,
'cos you wrote it on my forehead....
dear, listen,
i am insane,'cos you wrote it on my forehead....

.
.

all of you now,say "it should'n ve been,destined-
for me, in such a way, regrets,our condolence"

....
hehe,
allright!

'cos i am insane,
and it is already destined...
and very emphatically,
carved on my forehead...
i'll light it up,bright,incandescent,
like a million fire-flies-
dancing,swaying,always moving....
jumping,seeing,seeking, glowing,
many many possibilties...

i'll light it up,bright,burning,
with all my fuel and fire,
which had to be dormant,
but, always yearning, yet...


i'll light up my forehead,
i'll use it as searchlight,
to find unknown truths,
'cos i have a new perspect...

the light shall,engulf in,
and radiate,
atleast one truth,
all the sane men,could never find...

i am insane,
but not handicapped,
i am enabled,very enabled,
to get enlightened....


i wont live in a shell,
there's fire boiling,
in my every blood cell...
i am crazy,but contributing....

i am crazy,but contributing,
in my own way...
is everyone so?
if not,are they still acceptable?

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

mamma,
please don't lose,patience,
i'll really learn life...
i am a kid,it takes time...
keep forgiving me,until then...

please believe in hope,
it's an essential vitamin,
very necessary for love,
it's available,look at the sun...

mamma,please trust love,
it's all that a family can take,
nothing else,can ever substitute,
it's the foundation for our home...

mamma,please love yourself,
the world is stupid,
if you don't,no one else will...
it can't see,what you don't show...


mamma,you saved my life,
please never retire,
so much more,i still fear,
it's difficult,without you here...


when you cry,
i am in a fry...
when you smile,
it's easy to survive...


please,please,
i am sorry i judge,
it's only because,
i can't wear your shoe,
which you wear,all the time,
to tread with your mind,
the peaks of emotions,your life..
it was always too big,
and worn out...
i did not realize,
my mamma strives,
to experience,
by walking on ways,
which no one has ever traced...

Alice is in wonderland.

there is a hare,
up above,in the full moon...
you know how?
Because,Alice is hiding,
in that wonderland...

dreams are the only reality,the only world.

reality as a whole,
has some dreams,
not so successful,
reality as a whole,
has few dreams,
very successful,
reality as a whole,
is so much of relativity...

reality as a whole,
has a black hole,
where some hide,
it is so much singularity,
because we try,
very hard,to be one along,
with space time and all...

reality as a whole,
has so much relativity,
to unite to dot,we dote,
through a event horizon...
reality as a whole,
has a duality,to every reality,
so dreams are the lone realities,
to live in them,make them live,
do know,what you know,is right for sure....

Symphony.Lullaby.Smiley.Baby.

the moon was sleeping,
cradled in the clear sky,
clouds quilt him,
stars hide behind,
the fluffy clouds,
they don't let light,
pierce his eyes...
tired and dried...
waiting for new,dew,
to come and kiss...
kisses,many many,
Rhythmically...



the air is the lullaby,
once breeze,
twice between the leaves,
blowing,divine,
the flute,in the night...
swirling past,
to set shutters,
open-shut,
octanes right...
not emphatically,
but exuberantly...

once wind,
thrice between,
the legs,of all,
the bamboo trees,
sweetly screech,
every chord,
struck very soft,
playing violin...
no sympathy,
but synchronically...

the salt waters,
of his tears,
deep inside,the ocean,
surge from,the bottom,
and then slow,slowly,to down,
soft percussion...
just like the heart,
of our moon,our child...
and the smile,
forming,arching,
towards,the,
corner of his eyes...


Symphony.
Lullaby.
Smiley.
Baby.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Let's mill and see...

Don't bully me,
The land is very dry,
A true barren piece,
Don't weed,don't seed,
Let's not do anything...
There has been no pour,
The clouds have not even drained....

Don't bully me,
Don't ask me not to worry,
Don't say,the same old story,
This time too it's the same fury,
The rains make us hope desperately,
Don't ask me to shoulder every-
Pleasureless pain,so simply...

Don't bully me,master, my friend...
The land is very dry,a barren piece
I won't plough our field,leave me in peace...
I am a shoulder single,imbalance is very heavy...
We shared brunt equally,now am a half, wholly,
My mate is no more,may be he was scared of scarcity...
My life is no circus joker,who can ride on a single wheel...

Don't bully me,
Let's not sprout these hope seeds,
Let's not die,of this disease,
Instead,let's mill and see,
If there is any oil inside,in it...
Let's see whether all it's salt is worthy....


Come let's mill and see,
Our hope seeds...
Don't bully me,
I won't plough the dry field,
I am not ready,to simply die,
In this scarcity,
I have lost my mate,already...

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Today's fortune: Imagination is more important than knowledge

fragments of imagination,
fermenting in the vats divine,
into a wine,from a vine,
crawling vine-sweet-sour- color...
green and purple and pink,so brown,
with globules of red pain,
and droplets of yellow pleasure...
All combined, yeah,all combined...
making it sing in blue-baritone,
so blue,shining blue....

shining,blue,buried later,beneath,
the layers of mind,nice like the grail,
with little fear, and, so, little love,
on all the sides!
it stays there,grows there,
has same size,
to get an high,above all highs,
just,but, so, highly prized...

Unearthed like the nuggets,
but with gushing surges,
and mind blasts,so many blasts;
when baby emotions,mix,tiny-fine,
baby emotions,mix,just to pine,
and so,so many blasts,mind blasts...
Oh!what strength,it has,this pain,
though so pale,so fragile,so plane...


pain,pain- a rush,
pain,pain-a sink,
pain,pain-a surge,
pain,pain- a dip.

rain,rain-oubursts of tears...
rain,rain-colors combined...
rain,rain-thundering silence...
rain,rain-merges to light...

rain,pain-a slow flow,
pain,rain-a meandering strip,
rain, pain-a trickling trick,
pain,rain- tickled to sing...



song,the magical smile,
unzipping memories,small,fine,
every paint in camouflage,
so is every picture,that floats...

laugh?cry?shout?
hide?reveal?lie?
half truths!seen &combined!
intoxicated,inter-twined!


Fallacy of the human mind!
Supremacy of the nature kind...
can do this,without cannabis...
can do this,without hypnosis...

Thursday, June 18, 2009

notorious novice.

the notorious novice,
notoriously,had, no vice...

this notorious,had no vice,
no vice to hold,because of this vice...

the notorious novice,
notoriously,had, a voice...

this notorious,had no vice,
no wise to hold,after all he was a novice...

Reception of pain.

Observation:

Reception of pain,
is through a unique,
membrane,
in the mind...
it is,elastic but fine,
permeable,with pores...


diffusion,
of the solution,
saturated.
with the pain,
through,
the membrane,
is the phenomenon...


as concentration,
of pain,increases,
in the mind,
the membrane,
expands,
to have,
more,permeability...

initially,
the membrane,
has difficulty,
to sustain,
but later,
it craves,
with large pores,
and permeability...


membrane,
gains pain,
and then,
it's only,
intoxication,
of the mind,
which hits,
a high...

when,
concentration,
increases,
beyond perception,
there is an explosion,
of all notions,
conceptions...

Conclusion:
Pain is a substance,it gives a high,under controlled dosages,
but can get one insane,beyond a point.

tomorrow never comes...

oh, it's a different day,
not like today...

today is the indifferent day,
it's changing without me,in it's mind...

today was so babyish, like april,green hay,
then so fast it grew may,red flowers,sexy...

today then changed to june, clouds gray,
with sunlight and blue,sneaking in the sky...

today is the indiffernt day,
it never cares about my state...

but tomorrow has a difference,
to me,it never comes....

Analogy...

it flies,it has colors,
it screams in silence,
it's a butterfly,of the sky,
but it cannot fertilize,
the buds of waters,
because,both do not have life...
they are only entities,
entities which entice...

she cries,in colors,
she screams in silence,
she's a rainbow,in red light,
but she can't give colors,
to any face saturated with paints,
because,both have no substance,
they are only appearances,
appearances which seduce...

they both are kites,
not moored,in any ties,
cut off from reels,escaping real,
gone with the wind,
inside a whirl wind,
dying-living,faint,
with a hidden denouement,
a wrong concealed statement...

set your status here...

set your status here,
here inside,
never throw stones,outside,
it's made of glass,beware...
if something gets bizzare,
it will need a by-pass,
to be repaired,
so don't just pass-by,
you may not like,
waht you see,
it may not be,
what you seek,
it's of glass,
transparent,
set your status inside,
it will know,
how to treat,
else don't even,
pass beside...

total imagination.

one day when we meet,
after many many years,
scream loud,jump high,
i would,still like too see,
you surprised,i will smile...

i'll punch your paunch,
i'll pat your back,
you bite me with words,
i'll say,your still,kick @$$...
no change,no chance...

we'll meet your wife,
she'll tell us why,
and how you are so wild...
we'll meet your kids,
they'll have your eyes...

you'll ask me about mine,
i'll say,sorry,they are'n here,
(of course, i'll say more)
you had changed, i had to refuse,
you were'n the same man,i had loved...


you were'n the same man,i had loved...
you had evolved into something else,
but,it could happen to me,just once,
but i had always been your friend,
in love,out of love,never the less...


let's celebrate,
with an ode,
to the,
sweet friendship...

Prosopography.

there were six men,
in a ritual,in the rain,
all of them were bare,
the sixth wanted to cover,
the other five called him insane...


(and in another part of the world)

there were six men,
in a ritual,to bathe,
with clothes on, allover,
the sixth wanted to undress,
the other five called him insane...

ignorance/innocence.

the current state.












it's either vacuum,
with no words to explain...


or it's a colloid of minute particles,
invisible to the advanced microscope...


or,it's just a theory,
for the sake of convenience...


it feels,just the way,
wanting to die/wanting to live...

crazy (@work) @ work...

rubbing her ear lobes,
he felt the breeze,
rubbing her ear lobes,
he smelt the perfume,
rubbing her ear lobes,
he could see her smile...

is it true,is it really true?
or is it the myth,reinforced,
now doubly and a make belief!

he worried,worried,
will her innocence,
cost him his,
principles...
can he take,
a chance?

can he take,
a chance?
and console,
himself,
when paying,
the price,
for rolling,
the dice?





he struggled,
and struggles,
no logic,
to drive,
only,intuition,
arrives,to help,
(purpose or
random adventure)



he cannot decide,
but he has cognizance,
that fools die,
and so do,the men,
with a clever mind,
he wont decide,
but makes a truce,
within him,inside,
and sets to find truths...


no logic within the frames,
of the tested proofs,
with his own assumptions,
he seems like,
crazy at work,at work,
for a while,
he keeps the labels aside...

bitch/paranoid/refuting for convenience...

bitch, bitch,
you never were,
like your dream-
pattern,patronized,
bought,paying-
fortunes,from
patent owners...

bitch,bitch,
you realized,
practice,is
unlike the theory,
you sold,yourself,
for convenience,
with super ease...

bitch,bitch,
is this also,
a certain way,
to escape,
into loneliness,
and then cry,
with self pity...


bitch,bitch,
to undo,please,
forgive,yourself,
atleast once...


you were ignorant,
and now you regret...

forgive yourself,
forgive yourself...







-cloud.

PS: a song written for myself.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Analogy...

...
it flies,it has colors,
it screams in silence,
it's a butterfly,of the sky,
but it cannot fertilize,
the buds of waters,
because,both do not have life...
they are only entities,
entities which entice...



she cries,in colors,
she screams in silence,
she's a rainbow,in red light,
but she can't give colors,
to the saturated paints,
because,both have no substance,
they are only appearances,
appearances which seduce...


they both are kites,
not moored,in any ties,
cut off from reels,escaping real,
gone with the wind,
inside a whirl wind,
dying-living,faint,
with a hidden denouement,
a wrong concealed statement...

Prosopography

there were six men,
in a ritual,in the rain,
all of them were bare,
the sixth wanted to cover,
the other five called him insane...


there were six men,
in a ritual,to bathe,
with clothes on, allover,
the sixth wanted to undress,
the other five called him insane...

Sunday, June 7, 2009

dizzy dazzy dazzled me.

Dizzy dazzy dazzled me,
Dunno wher i am, but running free..
want to know more and always see...
Asking you wid all earnesty,
is this feeling ecstasy?
Saw the lioness,adopt a deer,
oh mine!
she has left my soul still stirr!!
still stirr!
hate myself for not knowing more..
love myself for to be alive and free...
Is it always fair to believe,
waht u always see,hear and be
!?
is it always true,that there is eternity ?
Never felt before anything such...
m the lucky bitch,
nature is the witch...
My mind feels so abandontly rich!

NO,NO
m not ill...
Its not even the sleeping pill,
want more to let my mind fill....

life flows its never stil...
These words i had to share,
leaves me more happier,
honestly proud and happier!dizzy dazzy dazled me!

craze-maze-not advised.

you abandon me,in a maze,
and never come back,you don't care...

not to care,is your choice,
no one can force you,it is your right...

we are a mis-match together?
not made for each other?

i have to simply forget?
have i no other choice left?


no!

i am whimsy,i want a choice,
to exercise,my right...

i won't move further,i wont forget,
i let my life,stay in the middle of the maze...

yeah,i have a little self-respect,
i'll let no else give me punishment...

jinx-jade,jaded.

jinx jade,walked on the lane...
she did so,and fools ran to hide...


jinx jade,liked gloss,shine,diamonds,
she did,find a stud,and she got jaded...

**********************************

jinx jade,had walked on the lane,
the fools could catch her and tame...

jinx jade jaded,for gloss,shine,diamonds,
would she not be a real gem,if tamed?

love,underground...

she one day died,
he now had pain,
the weight of love,
as he stands alone,
in the burial ground...

in the burial ground,
the soil under his feet,
is of decay and very weak,
has no bearing capacity,
he is sinking in,love on him...

the old corpses,
underneath,
laugh at him,
call out loud,
"a wasted life,
a silly sacrifice!"

he never cared,
because,
it's the virtue,
of his selfishness;
he would never let,
she have all the love,
they had...he did not
want, a empty void...


death had embraced,
but he would'n die,
he was love'sembodiment,
though sinking down,
to underground...


he lived love,
underground,
without air,
he did not,
suffocate...

underground,
he met her,
they mate,
they wait,
they knew,
nothing is permanent...

above,one day...
the wind blows,
the clouds cry,
underground,
trickled rain...

him,her,love,
together,dissolve...
they use ,the decay,
they absolve,
the soil,
make it fertile...


they absolve,
the soil,
they sprout,
from inside,
grow into a tree,
flower and fruit,
seeds of love...

on the fruits
and flowers,
birds and
butterflies,
feed,respectively...


they sing happily
"love never dies,
if so,it's a mere,
convenience,
a lovely lie..."

sorry.

.


.

.

.


.

it's the hardest word to say,
but inside,it drives me insane...

Roger Won :)

It happened finally,
Roger Federer won today,
The highest honor,on the court of clay...

Alas!I missed the match,no advantage...
but i atleast caught him holding the trophy,
and talk the language,the French way...

Alas!i missed the match,no deuce,no ace...
but atleast caught him with tears in his eyes,
when they play,the national anthem of Switzerland...

He is the man,the inspiration,
I want to excel like him someday,
In all the things,i do everyday...

To the authority.

what is the significance?
when,
you comment on every characteristic,
battering their souls,with no mercy...

what is your accomplishment?
when,
you refute, with so much might,
against every argument,you cannot like...

do you really want a change?
then,
make them understand,with love,
instead of a remark,mark,scar and a scare...


do you really want to help?
then,
do not cut them deep and bite,
touch them deep,fine,soft with care...

do you really want to be effective?
then,
have fun,do it with a smile,
you too have evolved,please realize...

what is so serious about life?
if there is,
it is finally for comfort and fun,
so make a change,only with peace...

what is so permanent in life?
if there is,
it is in all ways passion and love,
in truth and justice,respect our share...

what is so fair about your life?
i can only see,
your displeasure,your impatience,
with no tolerance and acceptance...

Saturday, June 6, 2009

objects in the mirror,are closer than they appear.

a wound,
on the palm,
it hurts...

it hurts more,
when seen,
because it's ugly...

not willing to see,
i think of covering it,
with something...

i conveniently hide,
i close the present,
away from my memory...

i hold a mirror with me,
it hides the wound,
provides, the rear view...

in the rear view mirror,
i see, so many behind,
i am feeling nice,being ahead...

(others to engross...
forgetting the wound,
letting it sore...)

letting their flaws allure,
laughing at their failures,
after all they are behind,losers...


now,tilting the view,
longing to see myself,
it's been a long time!

oh no!i cannot believe,
wounds on my face!
it spread fast,the gangrene :(

i cry and cry,
they pass beside,
throwing a paise,for me!

i never knew about time,
it can move,it has space,
i should have had pace!

i never knew about time,
it's not only mine,
it's for infinite...

i never knew about time,
it has layers,overlapping,thin,fine...
it is an ideal fluid,but with viscosity...


i never knew about time,
it's not just theory,an entity,
realising it through,mishappenings...

they were not losers,very behind,
instead,objects in the mirror,
are closer than they appear!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

candles.

who lit darkness,
on those candles,

look how they dance,
against the blowing winds...

take a deep breath,
heave happily what you fetched...

blow them off,gift yourself a life,
singing happy birthday,in it's essence...

light them up with light,with you it matches...
get ready to cross the seam of darkness...

mix with the wax,mix in the light,
burn along in the winds, feel the lightness...

travel with it faster,to beyond the horizon,
you would light up darkness again...

you would light up darkness again,
then,with the zenith is your sacred union...

light up those candles,make a foreordain,
then,with the zenith is your sacred union...

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

coming back to life...

what did u write on the drops of rain?
it got the rivers flowing again,
and reached the seas in no time,
the oceans' roared with waves,of new shapes...
they reached the beach with a spirit so divine,
the sand on the beach had colors which shined,
they enacted plays,with the sun about to rise...
they suggested me a way to hear music fine,
i listened to all of them,infinite,their orders infinite,
i covered my ears with the oyster shell,white...
the shells were singing...

silently singing-
"we had a oyster living within...
a rain drop fell straight,
on a rainy day,very fine,
with a note written,for your name,
we had to preserve it,so you could see...
a sand grain from your feet,came to me
the other night,i let it in,
the oyster developed a itch,
he released a elixir,from his swindle,
he made a pearl,with lots of pain...
and soon lost his life,
it's beautiful,the way it shines!
it's still there in,please dive"


i dive,i find,the pearl that shines,
the message,"come back",
i came back,i stand here,
watching the romance,
between pink and orange,
in the twilight of the sky...

i came back to my life,
i made it all alone...
it feels nice...

i came back to my life,
i believe myself,i believe,
'love never dies... '

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

don't let it die...

life's futile?
the question has been a drive,
to all those lives,from a long time,
yeah,a long time...
from a single cell to mankind...
from single cell to cruel and unkind...

a single cell to mankind,it's the drive...
life's futile?

(life's futile?
every little cell finds...
do they let themselves die...
every little cell tries to find...
do they commit suicide?
in us,they are inside...
do they let themselves die...
yeah! there is dirt and grime,
yeah! there are parasites,
yeah!they do pathetically rejoice...
yeah!they don't want me alive...

yeah!they don't want me alive...
life's futile?)

life's futile?
i'll bother my mind...
i'll sink it in me,deep...
i'll never let it kill...
i'll breathe it in with air...
i'll let life let me live...
i'll bleed it in the veins...
to the heart in the right place...
it's all in the mind,and it's sight...



(life's futile...?
i'll never whine,i'll rejoice the pain...
i'll not die,it's not the time...
i'll not decline,i'll get out of grime...
i'll not exploit,i'll fight the parasite...
i'll not stop,i'll keep finding instead...
i'll not tire,i'll solve the mystery...
i'll leave, when the skin and bones die...)

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

clarity,absolve...

A ray of clarity,
sparks in the brain,
before the mind holds on,
it fades away...

it fades away,
the senses cry in despair,
against the relentless pain,
of the pain ,the body is aware...

the body is aware,
the eyes cannot bear, the scene,
of the pictures,painted,wen lids shut close...
of red and black,rubbing the nerve ends...

red and black,rub the nerve ends,
they scream,ears cannot escape,
they hear,and let the colors effuse-
red and black bleed, purple-red...

purple read smell, of an aura pungent,
the nose cannot smell, but breathes,the air,
the air through the lungs,and then through blood,
swells the skin purple-red...

skin wants to renounce,
the colored clothes,the mane...
to perceive,swells,purple-red
and baits the soul by being bare...

baiting oneself by being bare,
letting the swell exacerbate,
waiting for the clarity,the predator,
who shall,appear,to stare,amazed...

amazed,clarity stares,
the mind climbs,for a ride,
through the disillusions space,
brain comprehends,for the mind to absolve...

for the mind to absolve,
brain comprehends,
the soul stays bare,
body is aware,
nerves stay brave,
senses stand pain...

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Vacuum...

Vacuum
-
Nothing inside...
What are you for time?
What for is the space?

vacuum,inside me,in my mind
vacuum, has nothing inside,
i am nothing,but something's on my mind...


*
*
*



something on my mind,
but vacuum inside...
or on it is the mind?
We were the Chromagnans.In France.
What a life to live!

when i found him,
i just had to,on him, dive,
he was mine,
i was a chunk of his brain!

We were the goldsmiths.In the mauryan empire.
What a color to shine!

when i found him,
i just had to smile,very shy,
he buried gold into the mine,
and melted like ice!

We are the engineers.During the recession time.
What all ways to whine!

when i found him,
i just then, had thrown away my file,
we both jumped inside the waste pile,
and found my file,in no time...

This moment...

this moment,right here...
do not dare to move behind...
stop growing with time...
you are mine,occupy this space(space,inside)..


space,inside...
let this vaccum fill the mind...
do not move with time...
you are mine,engulf this moment(this moment,right here)...

time,everywhere,
stop for a while,
wait for vaccum filled space...
my moment,must meet you time(time everywhere)...

Friday, May 22, 2009

death,,,

death can ease the pain of living...
death can cease the ease of living...

Thursday, May 21, 2009

a faith...

Grandpa told me,
i paraphrase...


"when someone dies...
don't cry...


when someone dies,
try to know why...

it could be an appointment,
given by God, after a long wait...

pray, with faith,hope,with trust...
with God, let them have a nice date....

Come lets celebrate,
congratulate on their feat...

when someone dies,
try to know why..."

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

love... morning dew,of the night air cool....

no sound,no scent,
transparent,i see inside...
i want to sense...
i touch,i feel,the tender...


of the cool night air...
but,i saw you now,here...
so,i call you morning dew...

the morning dew,
promising me,a day new...
blessed,bliss,beacuse of you!
.
.
.
it's sunnier...
you disappear,
i fear...the day is not over...
dew broke the promise?so bitter!
.
.
.

dew my love are you just a mirage?...
in the night,no sleep, more fear.....
tears...tears...burning desire...
-so,humid is the atmosphere...

so humid is the atmosphere,
breeze,breeze is a blast of hot air...
tears...no condensor,never ever?
still warm the leaf's surface...


days heat braze,
nights grow more insane...
seems like dew shall never arrive...
the dreams i bury,i burn,with a fire...


dry,dry,eyes drained dry...
not even little more can i cry...
the air is cool now,why?
it is not a pleasant surprise...

the night air cools,
to a sleep it sooths,
i sleep in the deeps,
because tired eyes,rest more...

sunshine...
i rise...i console myself,
to face the day,i prepare...
i shall work,i step outta the door...


there's a new rose!
there's a new perfume!
the birds croon,
there is again a dew!


there is again a dew...



i understand,i realize,
tears are of no use...
they just make things slow...
i had to trust the hope,be brave...

**************************
it's life,it's a cycle...
in few days,it can't change...
all i have to do is,every time...
keep the green leaf alive...
on it,the dew shall arrive...

Monday, May 18, 2009

about me:

...
i am
swimming...
all over,up and down...
like a cloud...

...
i am
flying...
deep inside,every bit...
like a fish...

...
i drain,
my heart out,
like the cloud...
to dilate the sea...
...
i rain,
my voice out,
like the fish,
to dilute the sea...

.
they call it a swim,
when i fly...
should they call it a flight,
when they can't see...


.
they call it a drain,
when i rain...
should they call it a rain,
when they can't see...


*******
hehe :D

Friday, May 15, 2009

when it rains...


my dear babe,
don't be alone,
when it rains,
you could lose,
your precious tears,
and never find them again...

either sorrow or joy,
can be a sole witness,
but they both often,
interchange,
and negate,themselves...
how will you find,
them again?


my dear babe,
don't be alone,
when it rains,
be with me,
i am reliable,
unlike the rest...


when it rains,
i am there...
i will interchange,
every sorrow to a smile,
every smile to a laughter,
to laughter filled with tears..

the laughter and the tears,
i'll catch them in time,
and add some rain,
make pearls without pain...
so don't be alone,
when it rains...



don't be alone,
when it rains...
i'll catch your tears,
and make a pearl necklace,
and keep it for myself,
wear it all my life...






;)

they never cease...

earth rotates and revolves,
what's down goes above,
and that's how they evolve...

may be the sun does the same,
the joy they can't share,
because he is hot and away...

it's determined,their fate...
the earth and sun shall not meet,
not soon,they are not on their feet...


but...


they are within each other's view,
catching every possible glimpse,
they always impress
and impressions never cease...

i don't know...

how does it feel,to know...

that someone shuts their eyes,
and and sees your picture inside...

that someone dwells on your action,
again and again,
in tears,and finds ways to not call it pain...


...

nice strange

in somewhere, sometime...
i want to be there...
everyday and night...

the work,i have to finish...
after that a trip to cherish,
then,a thirst very fun,a truth to quench...


the blank inside stays,
staying,prepared it takes...
what i let fall,percolates...

Thursday, May 14, 2009

illusion,dramatic version...

lights above the mirrors,
to make the lady look,fairer...

she believed,she was that fair,
and everyday it was the same...


the lights faded one day,
she could not stand the dismay...

she shattered the mirror hard,
she met death,her veins bled...

she would kill,she had vowed once-
anything, that would not speak truth...
.
.
.
.
the lights went off,after sometime,
thought it was wrong,lost it's life...

mirror did not reflect,she had no life...
but in the dark truth was there,alive...

truth was alive, like a stone,in the dark,flowing red
though they were gone,truth stood,unmoved...

for it was not truth's fault...
she did not look at it,in the right light...

me and my best friend...

on my sign,
sometimes,anytime...
we entwine,
our minds meet,
in our shrine...

in our shrine,inside,
the past, we respect,
a future,we expect,
for present,we devote...

LiTTlE’s menace!

universities to underground,
underground-not found,
blasting bombs from down…

Self proclaimed saviours…
guerillas and tigers…
fighting for underdogs…

struggle for equal rights,
obstinate principles’ obsolete ghosts,
rusted chains tied very tight…

times have changed,
in the end,they hide,
under,underdogs’,human shield…

the people flee,
across the seas,
tigers,lions,don’t let them live…

they walk to be refugees,
the elephant’s shallow pass,
like the buck,the rift they cross...

the tigers,on cyanide,
look like rats in human cages,
yes,there is a value for the bones...

the bones,poisoned dark ones,
let they be the prices,prizes,
for the fairness,like the tusks...



let there be fairness,like the tusks,
let the lions,have their hearts,
bring to life,the promises they made...
because not small the,little's menace...

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

reveal...

...

the light ,thrown away,
by packets,jumping in unrest...


the glass,serrated by patient hands,
but not irritated,smiling with all it's teeth... :)

a ray hits,white and fine...
both divulge,their secrets divine...

it's the way they compile,
the melody for the eyes...


...

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

fig-leaf...

it was a big,wide, fig tree,
full of pride and esteem...
rich and yellow,with green...
it was the prettiest,to be seen...
every branch had at least a bird,
every noon,to it,men had sung...

the trunk never cared for the rest,
thought he was the best,
the roots were under,unpopular,
leaves were short lived and lighter,
and for the branches,he was the father...

his kids, the trunk, pampered,
they grew spoiled...

spoiled branches sunk their props...
for nothing they had any regards...
anywhere inside,no second thoughts...

anywhere inside,for more beautification,
without caution,even in adulteration....
once,the tree caught an infection...


the big tree,
shed all it's leaves...

it stood there bare,
no breeze,no shade...

near it no one came,
no water,no sunshine...

it never sprout,again,
nothing green,for a long time...

the fig leaves,fell down,
for a reason...

they had to teach a lesson,
"beauty and respect are easy to gain,
but hard to maintain"

everytime...

only a few times,
after all,it was end of college days,
i dared to hit the downs,
there were girls,each with their guy,
but it was boys colony,
i did not see,girls ashing there usually....
i had a decorum to break,pieces could weep,
i was being me,i would abide...
they could chide,and i could smile in gee...


i challenged my nerves,casually,
else,they would die,not excitingly,
a gift, the elongated cylinder,filled with high,
between the lips,it was there speechlessly,
i lit the spark,lovingly,
i breathed the smoke,easily,
after a while,in sometime,
it burst a blast,banging inside,
i smiled,smile was green,
so was everything,
ashed, elegantly,
ash was there,sitting with dignity,
oh!what a beauty!
do it now,periodically!

parasite...

i have a life...
on a tissue,
dead or alive,
it is not mine...

what is my fault?
living on the wound?
rejoicing someone else's blood?
born this way to live?

i was programmed to receive,
any antibiotic,
which killed my ancestors,previously,
i persist and spread the disease...

life sticks to me,
it's in my genes,
my life,
not worthwhile...
if i had a mind...
i would want to die...

Monday, May 11, 2009

scream!

ssshh!


don't scream,
it ain't a dream,
it's not here,
just to scare...
it is real,
better hear,
and feel,
you can't steal,
it ain't a dream!

i want to die!

i hate pulling through!
when,unrest is fixed like glue...

i shall jump off, from a cliff,
to get rid of this,slimy jelly- stiff!

i could break my ass and bones and die,
yes,i shall die,i'll lead a detached life...
i love it - free!

(before any wrong interpretation,it is inspired by common cold in summer time, and a little bit of Nirvana's influence,(though different messages) )

4pm sun, postaman,tree, me...

i was sitting at the porch,
drinking tea to refresh,
the 4pm sun,was near the tree,
stuck between the branches and leaves,
trying to move west,not in a hurry...

the cycle bell rings- tring- tring,
it's the postman,outside,
with the book-post,shining-
this month's magazine...

he has grown older,
now to almost a grand father,
more grey hair,
still has the tired smile,
the same half -second glance...

i felt the same sun,evergreen,
tree,taller now,with no breeze,
postman,aged,with same bliss,
and me,10 years old,wondering...

i could see the old me,
the school girl,free,
the yearnings same,
which made moments of life,
still same yet growing with time...

shame-shame...

why play in waters muddy?
until the scum gives an allergy?

the rashes on the skin,scare,
it can turn in to cancer,please care...

quit the game...it's quiet late...
let the parasites,shriek,shame-shame...

it's quiet late,it's dirty out there,
they cannot survive long,shrieking shame-shame...

Sunday, May 10, 2009

'love'

she-"i have lost today,encourage me"

he-"cannot live with what you have"

she-"our love,is it over"

he-"don't bug mee,nothing i promised you,
ever,never"


*************************************

he thought love was ready made,
like a t-shirt hung for the display...
in a room he could try,
leave it if he does'n like the buy...

he thought life was in a warehouse,
could get anything for his whim,
if he had a card to swipe,
and a bank balance,rich and ripe...

**************************************
she thought love was a fairy tale,
who ever comes on horse back,a rider,
was her prince,she would live together,
happily,truly forever and ever...

she thought,kisses they share,
if he were even a frog,a tadpole,
he would turn into handsome heir,
she would not understand,never,
the difference between a dream and a nightmare...

*************************************************

constructive criticism

i could be wrong,
i don't say no,
i am here to know,
tell me if am wrong,
help me get along...

i could be wrong,
i don't say no,
life is a construction,
if i have made a bad assumption,
help me with a way of disillusion...

a translation

this is a trnslation of the first lines, of a famous hindi song of Govinda and Karsihma Kapoor,
it is usually treated down market, but i like it, for the sarcasm and its depth...
***************************************************

**thujko mirchi lagi tho main kya karu**


i was walking down the lane,
munching snacks,i loved the taste,
with the cute girl,i had a date,

i was walking down the lane,munching snacks,i loved the taste,i had a date,she was cute...

if u feel a chilli and grow sore,
how am i responsible for your state?

i was walking on street,
eating my ice cream,
blinking my blank eyes,
engrossed in the chill...

i was walking on the street,eating ice cream,engrossed in the chill...

all of a sudden, a chilli you eat,
and you feel hot,
what is my fault?

illusion.

lights above the mirrors,
to make the lady look,fairer...

the lights faded one day,
she could not stand the dismay...

she shattered the mirror hard,
she met death,her veins bled...

she would kill,she had vowed once-
one who speaks things untrue...

Saturday, May 9, 2009

magic potion...

she drank the magic potion,
got invisible and hidden,
hearing all omni-vision,
could pull off sheaths of illusion,
realized,there is no convention...
only chaos of concern,
and chaos from forsaken...
cruel were the reasons...

two in a row...

left to right,
top to bottom,
opposite points,
two in a row- beautiful...

four dots,
and two diagonals,
crossed at right angles
and '8'triangles-innocence...

so simple, the story,
of a small square,
hypnotizing hypotenuse,
Pythagorous made a theorey-deep...

square,stay square,
in every sense,
what a shape,
rectified rectangle- aware...


only two-beautiful,
so many inside-innocence,
sum of squares-deep,
rectified-awareness...

writing is art,not alchemy...

deep realization,
it can happen,
to her and anyone,
in a manner sudden,
a heavy explosion,
she can't handle,
the heaviness alone...

she can't handle,
the heaviness, alone,
she writes it down,
and posts it in a blog,
and gets herself numb,
for comfortable contemplation,
gets hope and has fun...

building

they built a a building,
with all their sweat, money earned...
they called it-building,home...

they dug deep,
with a strong foundation,
they called it-foundation, love...

with walls and roof,
tall and painted,
they called them-walls and roof,protection...

they fixed openings,
with doors and sills,
and called them freedom...

they also fixed a back door,
to come in through front door and then out,
they called it-back door, option...

they sneaked out of it-back door,
one by one,
they called it-part,no space...

wish they had bonded first,
with lots of trust,
then use the cement for the blocks,
there would have really been a home...

skinny jeans

skinny jeans,
summer times,
they are very tight,but dunno why,
the girls don't complain this time...
how does air enter inside?

Friday, May 8, 2009

cold

why do cold,cynical, people,
who for nothing,anything,cannot care,
come and scream their own say,
with self pity and no shame,
without helping anyone on their way,
simply taking everything away...

??
i guess,
they know how to hate...

Thursday, May 7, 2009

mad man

is he mad,
strengthening to be bad?
is he mad,
because he was very bad?
is he mad?
for not being good at bad?
is he mad,
weak to be good?
is he mad
to feel good?
is he mad,
by the absence of love?
is he mad,
by the birth of hate?
is he mad,
he being unable,to just be any of these?
is he mad,
he was being all this?
is he mad,
to know why he is mad?
is he mad,
or does he believe he can be...

share

losing faith,
a myth,
share, a sheath,
beneath,
there is underneath,
dug deep,to unearth,
with what,wrath!
hiding the nugget worth!

innocent or not?
the fools' death,
why...

....
.
.
.
.

a cry.

coming back

the way the same things comeback,
believes me to hope against faith...
of all lost,i believe,love is, too,a truth...

dearest

dearest,precious,
there are perils,
and some precarious,
sleep walking the dangers,
as the end approaches,
were you throw away,
inside the delirious,
all in the different names,
of convenience,
it's strangeness,
colored as innocence,
to get profound,
unnecessary to witness,
notorious...

doused cleanliness,
also don't sense,
colors,bright stark,
gray and it's wardrobe of dowdiness...
not to believe seen...

gray and it's dowdiness,never appeals,
a way again to learn,realize,
black exists,
it's deeper abyss,
how to believe only seen?

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

summit.

true love and happy endings,
they told me,it happens,
but only in books,
only in adoloscent dreams...

bad against good,
i assumed,happened,
only where there exits good,
for what is evil's food?

mediocre formed,
when good is enough bad,
and bad is not enough good,
i saw,this is what i deduced...

of a book,i dream,
in it me,starting fine,
being good,fighting bad,
and it never ends...

in it good is at it's best,
evil is the unrest,
mediocre can't persist,
never ends- happy through the summit...

Monday, May 4, 2009

throwing away...

a dear friend of mine,
accuses,me,for throwing away my life...
he knows many,who did the same,
and after,were not fine...
for me he has not a word,
he said something in a silence when he paused,
i could not see,it went unheard...

it was unheard,i move backwards,
i see- i am sliding down a slide,
swaying with the swing,
with a boomerang i am playing,
from my chewd gum,i am bursting-
bubbles,big,small,yellow,pink...


i slid down-climbed up-slid down...
i swing-up above-down below-back and forth...
boomerang- i throw it hard-it hits me back...
i burst the bubbles-pull it back-chew it long-blow it big...
when i did all this i was blank and yes,
it is still a ecstasy...
towards present,i move free,
what's now,was then-my fantasy...

i knew and know, how fast i slide,
how hard i sway,
how far i throw away,
how long the bubbles were to stay...
friend,i still play the same games,
it's all th same-unpredictable,different maze,
but every time i feel a different way,
i do not allow you to just say...
you have to feel and stay...

i know i throw away-my life,
i let it escape from my hand,
it's fun when i run behind it's back,
when i run, 'nothing' i have,nothing i lack...
but it is magic of sorts,
when i reach the right pace,
and again we come face-to-face,
oh! what a lovely phase...

i am being me,
i don't mind,if all, you can see...
i want to know how you feel,
so please hear and let me be,
please hear and let me feel...
glad if it is the same,
happy if we think different-in many ways...

Saturday, May 2, 2009

mother-earth

like earth,like mother,
like mother,like daughter,
born and can bear...

sacrifice disguised as joy,
not selfless,not selfish,
evolving,at any time...

burning is our planet blue,
she also has the clue,
but her baby should not catch the same flu...


the earth is uprooted to barren,it is true,
but she is stuck to the baby like glue,
keeping it away from stool...


water is scarcity and rare,
but she is raining dreams in the air,
she could be right or wrong,it's evident and bare...

kiss

kiss-hung in the air,
kiss-a flying plane,
kiss- hung within,
kiss-being syllable of joy and pain...

kiss-noisy and then quiet...
it's vaccum and air,a rare duet
every time different,
it is early morning mist's gift...

kiss-it is dark and light,in the morning time...
it's red in front of the closed eyes,
two us, one and two,lost the count,can count-
but put,an effort of a kind -very slight...

kiss-hot and hungry in the noon,
it hogs me,i bait myself like a fool...
it even melts fluid my steel spoon,
but it does with soundless monotone...

kiss-coloring itself like a goon,
into the twilight,but not so soon,
not pretending,like it takes time to cool...
hiding behind the clouds,a new zone...

kiss- a aid at night,
helping me not to lose and fight,
stars are infinite,
cozy and tight...

kiss-it helped my fight,
even with you,and then you left,
it was right,nothing it cost...
confidently i won to be lost...

kiss-the hearts' speech- silent
you left in the darkness, not the kiss bright...
it's in the dreams,when i cry and sleep tight...
you should come back,you might...

kiss-it is from a past night,
every morning,i wake up to it,
you will be back, right?
you might...

kiss-long gone,was once always brief,
kiss-now an antique piece,
kiss-lips bleed,
kiss- picturesquely,i imagine...

Friday, May 1, 2009

coloring...

looking through a window,
window-black and white,
are the colors of the heart,
outlined with dark...

what you see as a crack,
its the swollen vein,because of a hard- hit tack!

looking through a window,
window-black and white,
are the colors of the heart,
outlined with dark...

what you see as a crack,
its the swollen vein,because of a hard- hit tack!


the heart, the turned palm,
are bleeding and shading the window bit-by-bit...

what you see as a crack,
its the swollen vein,because of a hard- hit tack!


the tears in the eyes,are because of the functional lacrimal glands,
in the almonds within,and beacuse of a live heart's beats!

what you see as a crack,
its the swollen vein,because of a hard- hit tack!

the heart, the turned palm,
are bleeding and shading the window bit-by-bit...

the tears in the eyes,are because of the functional lacrimal glands,
in the almonds within,and beacuse of a sensitive live heart's beats!

a sensitive live heart's beats!
hear it and then see!

looking through a window,
window-black and white,
are the colors of the heart,
outlined with dark...the heart, the turned palm,
are bleeding and shading the window bit-by-bit...

my daddy...

we had no bullets or daggers,
but only files and papers,
his signature,
worth a splurge...

the filthy rich,
when in a dirty hitch,
came with seeds,
thinking he may be a finch...


then this happened...

he resists,
they persist...

he resists,
they persist.

man of might,
puts up a fight...
but they killed his thigh,
and kept his fingers alive...
he never signed...
.
.
.
.
.
.
he is still alive...
his walk is like a bird's flight...

petty-coats.

frivolous!they are frivolous!
dressed up like philosophers!

colors!changing colors!
genes of chameleons!

applause!can't stay without applause!
attention,very precious!

yes!to them, say yes!
else you are contemptous!

silk!coats of silk!
floss and gloss,nothing else to think!


elections!they are running for elections!
petty-coated pongy politicians!

not mad!

darling, doctor...
wearing apron white,
darling with might...

she promises white light,
to help synapse between each dendrite...


she promises to cool the hot brain,
by showering her sympathies like rain...


brain says-

"darling, come come,
see my corpus callosum,
see how the walnuts are connected,
within them the folds-convoluted,
they are not broken,
it is not the hollow cauliflower in your fridge frozen,
between the is the thalamus-'the relay station'...
don't you know?

how will you know?
you never played a sport,always sitting at home...
now face the consequence,
your basal ganglia on the floor,
never produced a good amount of any harmone...
turn the music on,
play war game with your GI-Joe,
vent it out and help me calm down....

there is no connection established,
between your medulla oblongata and the spinal cord...
hence the red heart in the rib cage is dead,
its blue and so cool like your intent...
you blood is not red,white and discolored,
fighters- anti-bodies- contaminated...

your bile is not even ugly green colored,
the acid secreted burns...
no harmone, to help it not run,
through the closed mouths, it has to come...


i do not want your excess white,
i have my own colors, i can combine,
white has only 7,and i have more fun,
with white, with black,
and each color in between...

the time has come,it is right,
get rid of your pain,
cognition you should gain...
i was thinking of singularity,and the event horizon...

what i think,is black,
i dream in the infinite,
please don't foolishly judge to reign,
it's the mystery game, come hear the pleasurful pain..."

to someone...

someone is speaking the truth,
though cold,its killing the wrath...
though bitter,it's dancing on the tongue...
though rough,sensation is smooth...

belief and faith,don't match...
hope and love are aids as such...
dream in the sleep,sleep in the hutch,
flying across to find the flow,its showing a path...

the noise in the speech,speech in the noise,speak truth...
there is something true beneath...
silence in the music,music in the silence,speak truth...
grateful thanks,some one speaks truth...

magnet

strangeness is the attraction,
some of purity in clarified perversion...

balls.

Darkness and desultorius enlightened,
emitted and copious fulfilled,
secrets and seekers lay wasted,
sickened and hidden sleeping naked,
breath and blood intoxicated...
out of the world,
in the oblivion...

SOS

a chicken in the air,
it cannot fly...
metaphorically and literally,
not even in the dreams and in the sky...
*******************************************
Chicken says-


i fly, i fly...
i live easily,
watching miles,
multiples of miles...

no one to question,
no attention,
it's my intuition,
and learnt lessons...


just calling all,
they will,it is the morning call,
before i die and fall,
let they love me and not kill...

hope never dies in the soul,
though...
frothing scum- cleansing oil,
slag during smelt,blast furnace,
they call it pig,from iron ore...

they call it pig or chicken,
at the end of the day its still iron,
making steel,in the life's hot air balloon...
balloon they fly,for fun...

they burst balloons and kill,
but hope never dies in the soul,
to fly with me,i call them all...
i want them to live life before they fall...

****************************************

chaos everywhere

chaos everywhere,
they still play a rule game...
they are still, but they stir...
mixing silt in the cut slit,
they stroke,but do not sense,
bodies twist,tongues churn...
they lick the sweet,up the hill...
upside down,down the road,
they simply walk around
these are chaos everywhere...

swarm

swarm of things all over...
can't feel,
i just see,
no empathy,
no sympathy,
only self-pity...
out of all energy...

but honey,
i listen,
go on,
m grasping,
every detail,
with attention...
recieving information...
tomorrow,i shall,
do the contemplation...

scare

scream to scare.
scare to pray.

bonus

servile you will survive.
survive and senile.

no... i don't have a gun...

(inspired by NIRVANA's come as you are...)


come lateral, come upfront, come i want to see...
as a hope,as a light, as a burn, burning in...
come, the time is right,i am here,give me light, don't be late...
write a line, as a light, as a burn,burning in...

poetry ah,
poetry ah,
poetry ah....

come lit with love,colored in peace, as a burn,come i want to see...
as a man,as a light, as a burn, burning in...

poetry aaah,
poetry ah,
poetry aah....


And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

poetry aah,
poetry aaah,
poetry ah....

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
poetry ah,poetry ah.....

arms...

so lonely at the night,
want warm and safe arms to sleep tight...

:)

i want to laugh at it, all,
laugh so loud and mad...
just scared for the laugh,
with me,it may turn sad...

i want...

tied and chided,
broken and stuck...

i want to free,be free...

to the bells,
to the suns...

l want to awake and see...


shamed and naked,
pitted and stoned...


i want to free,be free...

to the stars,
to the far galaxies...

l want to awake and see...

raven sky...

raven sky,
black but nice,
with diamonds fine,
flew out in the morning
scared of the thief,creeping in light ...

raven sky,
with the performers who shine...
not scared of the black hole bite,
flew out in the morning,
next show is at night,with a new beginning...

raven sky,is on a flight,
it's hard to wait for night,
now its the morning bright,
lit with light,
but sun sets,so its allright...

comedy...

A drama of everyday life,
Amusing at first sight,
A joke which is a laugh’s interest,
Annoying everyone starts a quest,
A stir in the mind, emotions conflict and contest,
Amazingly it can infest,
Into all those minds, some introspect,
Aberrant always are on a test,
Melancholy of war is not permanent…
Pacifying with love of smile the death,
Celebrating against hate with life’s happy might …

why so serious?

Why so serious?
Yes, you are the victorious...
Yes baby,the victory is yours...

Why so serious?
stop being in the dark quarters,
the fight is over...

Why so serious?
Yes, you are the victorious...
Yes baby,the victory is yours...

why so serious?
smile and let me free,
i shall erase this from my memory...

my love,
i shall erase this from my memory,
come hug me...

why so serious?
smile with a gee,
together we shall be...

keep it,this way...

Keep your arms open,
Like the pin-curve- hyperbola on the hill,
Keep your lap cool to cradle,
Like the grass with dew…
Keep the sparkles and shine all over your face,
Like the open sky and it’s stars of light,
Keep your eyes stored with moist,
Like a sponge soaked, ready to get squeezed tight…

When I reach, I shall climb on,
Fold your arms, to the shape of infinite…
Sitting on your lap, with my heart,
We shall warm and then go soft, in the grass’s marinade…
I shall feel the infinite, counting number of stars under their light,
I will keep the stars, with my mane,dim and bright ,
Enough light to make love whole night,
I shall cool myself in the rain,
let’s cry from happiness, like the sponge
without any noise, hugging tight…

boat and me

come rain,come shine,
i enjoy it alike...
this boat i row,with a oar,
oar cycles,boat moves ahead...

this oar and it's life, is round and round...
once up,next down,rowing the boat ahead...
the moving water is never the same in any place...
my arms rotate, never at rest...

i am in the boat,sitting in the same place,
but learning life as the boat strides,
moving ahead...
searching for a land of truth to rest...

not anything, just a sigh...

not a low,not a high,
not a chaste,not a vile,
not a puzzle,not a sign,
not a word,not a sound,
not dumb,not deaf,
not to see,not to hide,
not numb,never mind,
every phrase i form points inside,
no one to blame,no one on mind,
if i defend,it's allright
tell me the reason why...
it makes someone else cry...
it blanks,burns,leaves them dry...
i just sigh...
sigh...

happy

hapiness's secret,
no pain, you should inflict,
all the bloody stains, cannot,prove it,
just a word of love,stops the conflict....

special

together,
the people,
to make themselves feel special...
practice things that separate from every other...
simply for the sake of others...


if only,
they had seen,
the difference they can make,
identifying and changing the place they belong...
being true is the only way to stand out...

Saturday, April 25, 2009

lights on...

I am too sad that i cannot sleep...
The tears creep...
The silence in the air,
Gets me mad...

I want my childhood back,
I could sleep with all the lights still on,
there was always so much noise around,
Still i slept with a smile on...

butter...

So creamy on the bread,
Sitting pretty till the end...

Mamma's finger on my cheeks,
The way she smiles through the eyes...butter...

Granny's story in the bed...
The slippery sleep path, i slipped...butter...


Daddy's elephant back,
Princess of the kingdom and tea cups call...butter..

Sophie,dolphin,monkey,teddy, barbie, puppy,
Princess drinking tea along with them,
and eating bread...butter..

So creamy on the bread,
Sitting pretty till the end...butter...


Oh! now i can't...
I am so worried about fat...bitter...

inanity...(! ! !)

vanity-futility,
futility-absurdity,
absurdity-insanity,
insanity-inanity,
inanity-divinity,
divinity-infinity...

Guru Word-esh(St.wordish)

Hagged with a word wand,
With a smile he always charmed,
Inside a wolfy-grayhound,
Adding fodder to sheeps for food...

About the sheeps,
What to say!
They were always astonished,
Mouth opened,B-A-A-H baah...

Heaven St.wordesh reached,
Gave all he promised,The wool he shaved,and,
Left the world famous meadow world,
Sheeps meditated and transcended...B_A-A_H, BAAH...


Shunya the world,
Shunya the meadow.

Now its all,
Om-Shanthi-om...
Om-om-om...

group dynamics...

tranquility exists in equilibrium,
eternity lives on dynamic motion.

detached love,
hence,attached life.

i love all,its my ideal...
yes,bliss unveiled...

judging the facts,
ready for any surprise...

nothing is 'my thing',
neither the words nor rhymes...

no illusion,i am real...
feel me,i am real...

please hear,it's all our's...
pleas hear,it's not just us...

(inspired by roadies on mtv, and if i am on the show this is how i would be!)

it hurts

it hurts, i have to forget you...
it hurts, i forget you...

you

I loved you so much,that i would never forget you...
I love myself so much that,i will never forget you...
I had learned,when so much in love, that i will never again love you...
I love love so much that,i wan't it again,with someone not like you...

why i cannot be solo...

i cannot be without you,
i cannot be an one,without two...
if there were nothing, why is there a zero?
if there is no 'you' how is there an 'i' ?
if there is no 'all' how is there a 'alone'....

when i am happy how do i know?
when i know to whom do i share?
if no one to share what about i care?
where do i go, when there is no where?
in my womb what do i bear?
in pain i run around bare...

(inspired by a poem,which sings about a solo soul)

the differnce between the howls, megalomaniacs defence.

howling megalomdiye,
howling megalomaniae...

maaniye, ya na maaniye...


farak dhono mai ithna,
jithna..

nadhi ki magar,
aur fish andhar,samundhar...

kouaen ki tadpole mendak,
aur ugly chota bathak...

Garden Chameleon ka color,
jungle ka naachtha more...

dhoshi

Dhoshi...
Jhut ka khushi...

kyun ki,

Aasu- khamoshi,
nirdhoshi-doshi...

saazish- andheri,
sach- aadha puri...

isiliye,

Dhoshi-nirdhoshi,
Apaahish jaisi...

weak

i have been feeling from weeks,
liquid glass are my tears,
hot and burning my eyes,
it burns more when i cry,


hug me, don't scream,
i am sorry,
i only wanted peace,
love me don't scream...

am i wrong, i cried,
swimming agianst the tide,
it is not an easy ride,
on a piece of paper i write...

trust me,when i ask,
it's all about me,
i want to be happy,
and you beside me...


(inspired by a poem, in which the poet compares the act of writing to alchemy)

cornered, on ode to the clouds...

fluffy, fair,not so round,
sometimes smoked...

changing shapes,
you all never look the same...

secondary result,
of scorching heat...


hiding the blues,
when the wind blows...


when the wind blows more,
you all are cornered with a scare...


cornered once,
you all croon and cry...


you laugh with light,
and cool the site...


to you all,this is my ode,
please cry enough, not more...


don't flood, don't dry...
in you all many lives...

darling!i can't...

what is in those words?
i want to you to see how i feel,
it is about me,i cannot speak,
i cry in your vicinity...
they still have no affinity...



i cry,my tears burn,
it makes the nest warm,where i reside,
it's not about you,
it's my happiness when you are beside me...



i cannot be happy,
you are not beside me,
to cry so much is not a luxury,
come stand here, for a change,
change the flux,because change is the only eternity...



don't refuse to change,
don't break the promise again,
oh,the pleasureful pain,
it pleases,love is insane...


(inspired by a beautiful poem,in which, the lover asks his mate not to think about him,because she cries,he cannot be what she wants,because he is not that,talking about values of words, promises made but which cannot be kept, her tears, and the nest of her which she resides in,the nest is on a pink tree etc etc)

mirrors

they lie atleast once,
when their silver behinds,
are scratched and bruised,
what you see of you,
may not be entirely true...

look at what is behind...
there is more than what meets the eyes...
you can't see the world through a mirror,
eternity is evolving forever,
since ever,
Bother,bother...
can't you see the error...
they lie atleast once,
when their silver behinds,
are scratched and bruised,
what you see of you,
may not be entirely true...

look at what is behind...
there is more than what meets the eyes...
you can't see the world through a mirror,
can't you see yourself without a mirror?
can't you?
can't you see the error?

happiness's tears(the poem is inpired by a person, my friend)

the eyes' sea,
for once are,
swelling to surge,
for something worthwhile...
yes, for something worth it and worth my while...

i know about the pleasure in pains...
i know about the pleasure in pleasures,
but they are cracks and seizures,
momentary and dissapear.

but this is an avalanche,spreading...
it's of pain in pleasure...
the nut shell bleeds-
-Pain in pleasure,
i taste the eternal elixir,
with a flavor of zephyr...

his presence,
-Aaah! nothing better...

b(L)ack.

back to where i belong,
its dark and black,
the blindfolded walk,
but its not slack,
nothing does it lack,
back to black,
not hiding,just defending the attack...
within a rack,
on a rack,
not yet rack,
its all back,
back to walk,
bumpy track,
jumping jack,
all black.
all black.
all black.











back to where i belong,
its dark and black
- i have hit the most familiar zone, where i spend most my life,i dunno whetehr it is sadness or madness, i conveniently call it dark and black(metaphor not in negative sense,stating them as facts)
i am not hiding in the darkness may be it's my minds mechanism to find solitude, when i am attcked with some disturbance...

within a rack- within a frame,
on a rack- on a shelf,
not yet rack- still not charred to soot, though i call it black...

frame, rack, my status it all black...
i am walking here, the walk is'n very easy, the tracks are bumpy,
surprises jump periodically, to scare me and amuse me ,and often amaze me- jumping jack.


black- deep and all absorbing...
black-does not let go of anything, persists
black-not transparent....)

celebration!

my new hair cut,
styled short,to the front,
making me a narcissit,
Enhancing Paapa's gift-
the same eyes...
i feel like a princess,
i need more mirrors...


when i crop it left,
and comb them towards right,
i feel like paapa,with pride,
i had seen him do the same-
in my childhood time...
what an art,i had admired,
stroking myself my mane...


tiny things,make my day,
i feel happy,
i am living fine...
i have wings of hair,
to fly...

petty (coat)!

rivolous!they are frivolous!
dressed up like philosophers!

colors!changing colors!
genes of chameleons!

applause!can't stay without applause!
attention,very precious!

yes!to them, say yes!
else you are contemptous!

silk!coats of silk!
floss and gloss,nothing else to think!


elections!they are running for elections!
petty-coated pongy politicians!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

sheeps.

answers unheard,
questions bald,
etiquette bland,
secrets untold...

silence is gold,
so they we are all sold....
sold for gold...
not bold...
sheep fold,
sold!

the world is round,
running around, round and round...
not a single sound,
not a single one is sound...

silence is gold,
so they we are all sold....
sold for gold...
not bold...
sheep fold,
sold!

Whore.

man about town,
mamba in the zone,

watched her contour,
arousal gluttoned like a boar,

horned to gore,
knocked her door,

spooned full-spoon,
made her a goon,

took her on a ride,
on his limousine,

pimped a honeymoon,
and was gone,soon...

He was the whore,
splurged money and
poison,
on tour...

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

WHY?


Its all mysterious indeed
I see more misery,
In reality,
The air suffocates and asks me to feel…
Yes,when i want to feel alive,I read…

why?
why should i read,
the wind,the rain,
The lightning and the thunder,
when they begin...
the sky,the clouds
the sunshine,hill tops,
How the birds fly…
And the abyss they can never reach…
The sea,the ocean,
And the rivers and ponds within…
And how the fishes swim..
The moon,the stars,the whole galaxy,
Everything in their place,and moving the light’s pace...
The universe and in it me...
Does it make any sense,
when,i don't know,
why i live?

Its all mysterious indeed
I see more misery,
In reality,
The air suffocates and asks me to feel…
Yes when i want to feel alive,I read…

why?
why should i read,
the wind,the rain,
The lightning and the thunder,
when they begin...
the sky,the clouds
the sunshine,hill tops,
How the birds fly…
And the abyss they can never reach…
The sea,the ocean,
And the rivers and ponds within…
And how the fishes swim..
The moon,the stars,the whole galaxy,
Everything in their place,and moving the light’s pace...
The universe and in it me,
Does it make any sense,
when,i don't know,
why i live?

3 little worms...


Down in the valley,
on the carved rocks,
Three little worms,
Read the hieroglyphs,
Of crypts...

Through the meadows,
Towards the hill,
Three little seeds,
Sprout flowers to see,
The life's mystery...

The crypts had carved,
The keys to the answer,
They knew the seeds,
Shall flower,Shall prosper,
For they are seekers and helpers...

Three little worms,named,
Lust,money and power,
Got jealous of the flowers,
They ended the read,
In haste,before it was over...

Three little seeds,named,
Justice,loyalty and freedom
Flowered all colors of the truth...
They all lived in peace,
And in smiles and glee...

Lust,money and power,
Started feeding over and over,
On jealousy, and they grew,
To the size of a monster,
They all looked like the old monster-'unfair'...

Monsters crawled towards the flowers,
They sucked all the flowers' colors...
The pale flowers knew what was true,
They persisted since then ever...
Though they always looked like peace-'fair and forever'...


Monsters still persist,
Camaflouged in all colors,
But the heart of truth was still red,
The light of peace was still white,
Though the confusion was at its pink...

Three little worms,exist...
And its true...
All they had to know,
Was to finish the read,
To know perseverance can prosper...