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...