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?