Monday, December 12, 2011

Just an Ocean ...

I spelt out darkness
In its mourning spells
And bending on knees
I saw growing wrinkles
Burying an old chest
I could sail past my prime
Weather to wash myself
It was enough for jewels
On oil and old membranes
We rolled out a spider
Keen on green lines
And her widening horizons
And many more wounds
Yet no more leaps
of faiths, and fiery predictions
Just an ocean of thoughts


Friday, September 16, 2011

Songs of illusions

All wonders of the world
I welcome them
unto my dreams
which lie ages away

All forefathers of rebels
They revolt in my blood
And I need to bring them
A sea of calmness
A song of harmony

I stand by my words
which made me a poet
of all insane memoirs
And all figs of a living tree

Let them bark
And hide me mad
I will get them
sight of a nightingale


Welcome songs

Come, let us know
that we are sleeping
when they harvest
on our soils
breeding our slumber
on our yards

Come, let us sow
in our dreams
Songs of past
Scenes of tomorrow
Sparrows of everyday

Come, let us brake
Sluggish of letters
Songs of cultures
Silica of warrants
Salt of saliva

Come, let us come
as no one is welcome !

Written on dreams

Every dreams
that we see
they are lost
when we welcome
tomorrow's to come
yesterday's in memoirs

Every sleep we want
can never escape
the dreams
that is cast
on your past


Soulmate

Let us sink
Deep into these oceans
And bring home naked eyes

We need them high
above the towers
that we built for a past
that we plan for many deaths

They pray for our providence
who are they ?

They bleed for our senility
what do they want?

They stretch for our skins
what is their sin?

where can we find soul
when nothing else can meet?

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Wakeup Lights

Tainted lights
And their towery poles
They need you

Tides of sounds
And their vocal chords
They crave for you

Arise, arise, walk ahead
Sun is yours
Sunday is yours
Wake up to work
when all are afraid

Often walls can make
a child, a man
a man, a monster
a monster to weep
And be a man again


Never cage the light

Skies are open
But climb the steps
Knowing darkness
Never be greedy
to cage the light
however deep the fear is

Hold your hands
Never make them empty
Have a sandful of
life, smiling at least

Walk like a child
whether winter or autumn
Let sun shall guide you

Love your life
Alone or aloud
Each of its glimmers
be your fire
In gardens of others
throw your light

Let them leaf your light
Never cage the light
As no age shall cage you too

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Knowing & Unknowing

Even at midnight
Sun can see my earth
And its nightmares

Why can't we grow
Seeds as they like?
As we know it
Life is not to mourn
Or to hide skindeep

Open your eyes
And see what all are open
And what all are gleaming

Question your silence
As we know its past

Answer your tomorrrow
As we cannot know their past

Knowing and Unknowing
I exist beneath all these

One Eve at Esplanade

Mounted on many escalators
And neon lamps
And gleaming adboards
I cruised to a theater on the bay
And they named it esplanade

I could see my species
Glued to the lights
Popcorn music, Sounds,
Blood of sweat,
Color of flesh and
Minimal art

We all stood like
Pony and puppets
And whispered love life
They are seemed to me
Closed door compartments
So do I perhaps to them
And hence they ended the show

A Beer Girl

You may expect
Me to lavish
On her charm
On her beauty
And the beasts around

But may I ask you
What does she think
When the beer glasses
get empty!

You may forget
She is sweating
As you are
As your glasses are

And she is sweatened
As your lips are
And as your pursues are

You may dream
Her flesh to brew
Her skin to glow
But never expect
Her happy hours
And her happy breath

Needless to say
All are boon and brewing
For your naked dreams
And your sunken eyes

When two women meet

Two women
cannot meet
when
It is not raining or
others are not there or
it is a midway road or
it is a silent orchard

They never share happiness
But can spread doubts
However hopeless they are
However happy they are

Meaningless conspiracies
They can ignite them in plenty

All are because
When two women meet
One turns to a man
And other to a monster

A Vegetarian Cat

He is at home
Though it is a temple
He smells rat
At every fourth plate
Empty hands
They don't meet his eyes
Many thought
he is a shy boy
Many felt
He is a soft spoken
yet he isn't either
All wanted his solace
In the moments of emptiness
And he isn't bothered either

Songs from a graveyard

I love my roots
however grave they are
I see them alive and dead
And they have thousand gods
Each mirroring one another

All my roots, and their naked
solitude, it is gleaming long

Here in this island
Twilight is so long
So is its hand works

I see the sweat of little hands
As they brighten its coast

I ride on their dreams
However pauper I am

No longer am I puppet
of silky silver destiny

Sinking with the mermaids
I am not a bird in a castle

Many thunders to pass
Many wonders to last

And I know a certain truth
I love beauty and to its fullest

Stone hinges

From the bottom of my heart
where I was a wrecked ship
Now I crawl spreading
my dreams and desires

Rocks were there
Now that they are stone hinges

I call upon all my voices
And what you have interwoven

All my near desires
Lets kite together
Despite the pale twilights

When we are loud
lets not lose the pitches of
love, lust and longings

Whispers of wilderness

I love the vastness
that makes a beach
the gate of any sea

But I know it was a witness
of my love's labour lost

And I know it is a victim
of my tears to come

Distance to any ocean
is uncountable
As is the sands of time

I lost all my metaphors
in the war of memoirs

Yet I am in the shore
Perhaps a magic island
As a tired poet
unto its last song

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Bliss of multitudes

I sing many songs
unknown to my heart

I wander as a child
stolen from the cradle

I beam as an orchid
stripped of its sheen

I betray my illness
Knowing the tide in the beach

I belong to a sea
Sailing all the westwinds

I beg to end the fires
Curling on my dreams

Uncountables

What is truth?
A naked self
A mourning mother
A Buddha in smile
A melancholic Jesus
A selfless woman

Still and counting
One in itself
Let me wipe it
In memory of a sleep
And a voyage in solace

Triplets of Love

Pieces, pieces and pieces
I began loving her
towards a boundless music
ahead of its multitudes of tones
never looking for a selfless self

Loses, loses and loses
it ended in a shrinking smell
odd and out, I began hungry
craving for shadows and snakes
spellbound hearts on their mirrors

Noises, noises and noises
looming in metal drums
Piercing my stolen lenses
mistaken ears, melting music
they opened me in thriving organs
kill me in point blank or hide yourself

Beyond the Comedies

Between hearts
There is a distance
Its beyond a smile apart

When we spread our dreams
It may loom in darkness
Need not close our eyes

I saw a surging tide in her
years back, ahead of a pain

Now I need not crave
For wings of a nightingale

Beyond the comedies
And their deep planes
And the dinner tables
There is a food for thought

Leaking glasses
Porous oceans
Peeling flowers
Sunset beaches
Childless snakes
I need a pulse of hand
I smell the kiss of past
Wherefrom it is lost

When we crave hearts
Eyes fall back
Let it be so
I leave tides to their ends

Can you lend those eyes
from the standing stones
from their shy orchids
Or from your own tongues
They all crave for your nerves
Needless, endless and ageless

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

A melody for tomorrow

I was very thoughtful
this morning; Yet nothing flowered

I had no childhood snaps, neither sketches
So I dreamed on point blank

Triggers were made in abundance
Somewhere in mid afternoon

I shouted, shouted and shouted
And I could shout
On my father
On the scorching Sun

Yet they prevailed
And I summoned to it
A melody for tomorrow

I know my nights

I know no calender now
Neither have I any visitors
Perhaps none to recall

I spoke to many stones
Out of sheer madness
Out in sunshine
Outspoken; my veins

None could recall my ills
I know not but my madness
that steers clear of gods

Naked share of markets
They have on my eyes
Their servitude, their solitude
It's alarming, may be a blood vessel

Painted scars
They hang upon my window

I know not a child born
who married me in the past

I know ills but past of madness
And steer clear of hanging fortunes

When I walked past
A veiled self
They talked past
My mirrored nights
Where I paid price
In wedding dreams

Monday, September 5, 2011

They told a lie

Red hot ashes
They sleep by my left

Slit open tongues
Their testimony is tomorrow

Plain speaking mirrors
They oil my anger

Chances, chances and chances
They out my winter

I hold their teeth
And they hold my hands

All for me;
They told a lie

Garden alone

Perhaps all that
is mistake is I loved

Craters of a sea
where I lost a pearl

The lust of a hidden snake
Going by the leaves
I could wed a garden


Garden alone, I could never wish
Small steps, smaller illness
I need a smaller self
They love to hold me,
Once again in palms
A baptism by itself

I slept by the sea
Lost in a shore,
Lost in a shore
Only leaves left
Garden alone

Friday, September 2, 2011

As I wake up

Aimless as it is
A dream caved in
My hopes; horse shoes
They began to flood

Spark of an evil
Scope of nightmares
Wavering winds
Heap of flags

Simple as it is
Sleep my illness
Wake my flowers
As petals are reborn

Lamp of this garden
Many wake-up midnight
When they count the deals
And flush in my saliva

Rising throats
Sour music of children
They know who cries
They vague my hopes

Clouds are climbing
A vicious mountain
All corners in flames
Yet a valley of springs
Smiling faces
They welcome abode
They empty my heart
And fill my stomach

I could sit a lotus
When pearls were raining
Lamp of grace
It burned my head
Yet soothing eyes
They mirror me around

A smile is reborn
In my dry wry lips
And I could measure
Length of my smile

All out of heaven
All inside a heap
All for a heap
Hope it is earth
Full of clay and days

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Fate Of a Sea - An Epilogue

A plenty of cards
Yet one is lost
And it is worth a paradise

Children are made of clay
Ice, fire and dragon

Yet God come home
Not once, but in multitudes

None listned, all barked
Light is in chains
Love in a strain

And poets are born
With magic wants
Let lust be saved
For tomorrow's love

A Fish Out of its Water

A mirror unfolds
Before death
Beneath much wealth
Beside a beach
It is a womanhood

Walls are lovely
Erect and eerie
She is made pretty
She is shopped and saved

Somewhere in sales
They bury her soul

Sometimes in savages
They burn her red

All the play and no game
She is fiddled out as ever

Mad bulls never shy away
Polar bears ever stand erect
Only she can bow out
And merchants take her home

Her story repeats itself
And we make storms out of it
'Katrina' went, 'Irene' came
Nothing is lost in Manhattan
Except a few spades and hearts

Rich dad, Poor dad
Mummy spoilt and split
Whatever we need is gingerbeards
And a few running mates

Altar of my eyes
Apple of my letters
Orange of my hearts
All are mere arts
Of deception; for deception

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Why is there so music ?

Standing by a chance
Voice so deep
Eyes so sweet
Enchanted may be a god
Music is her muse mate

Curves of a character
Amuses my mates
Music is lady love
Here falls fathomless fate
I forgive myself

Moments in this flow
Unsung never before
It all began to wake up

Reasons are many
Yet rain is so scarce
Untold of deep throats
Sober silence
Wishes strings
A soliloquy
When it wishes
All subsides
Best before the dawn

Parting when it is so high
High pitch used her lows

Arms apart; heart cast away
A Guitar stood erect

Waiting for the wise
Naked fools began to sing

How is that I love her
Music of my melody

I told her all before
My naked islands

Clarity is her rhythm
But only earth can green

Red letter days came home
But I stood alone

Unknown harmony
Well said, well wishers

No music can make
what future has destroyed.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Frozen stones and a petal

A stone cannot afford an illness
How can we laugh at a grave,
When it speaks out so many
Omens, wild and bewildering

My other self cannot afford
Folks of a tribal self

Parting with a woman
A male heart turned gray

Why is she so deep?
A scar, a scary, arch of veins
Ripe in blood and bold
Shallow a frog left apart

Buddha in fine grains
Yet light is so shy away

Pearl of my purple ...

Pearls are so kind
So is a women's breast
Night of many wing's nest
Never do they lie
When there is a rain
They never shower undue

Dew hopes for a mist
Dust is so imminent
Bygone chains
Boast of many nations
Left and right of light
Cannot be undue

Darkness thrives
Devoid of a sea hawk

Blue chains, Bold veins

There are blues in my life
Many of them
Sordid as a serpent
Multitude of them
Solid as a mountain
Spinning, Sparkling

Elite wines
Roping again and again
Enchanting of my crowds

I love them, lust of them
I love their pathways
When they meet me
In corners of luck
In senile songs

I can't speak them out
My vicious circles
However deep they are

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Hidden Cave : Beyond a self

On the sands of time
I must tell a story
Never I overheard myself
The agony of an other self

Heading to my darkness
I sold out all my portraits
Carving a tide of my self
I caved in many heavens

Emboldened are my ashes
They forbid my exit
Unto my game of numbers

Reflect all my hands
They found me in pipe dreams
Many were the omens
Yet dreams could lie the truth

Monday, August 22, 2011

Songs of charm - A Prelude to the lyre

I must say that I am astonished
By the variety of things;
By the vanity of deep eyes
By various stars by the sea

Simple orchids
They are hard to miss
Simple darkness
I need in variety of lights

Madding by a crowd
I love this island

Let lions may roar
Confused may I supper
Alone be the beatles
I do what I preach
And let songs do unwind

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Infatuation - A half poem

A spelling that mistakes
for years, a name
calling life a love
why do we exist
In a mere mirror of time

Jealous of darkness
Death bemoans
A traveling sickness
A poetry that engages
Ageless scare
Upon this nature
Unto this last flower

I perish; yet exist
Countable letters
Yet plenitude of dreams
All in a mercy of time

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Songs of feminine - Cryptic self

A love lace is broken
Pain in my eyes
Past in thy tenses
Stolen pieces
They call it
A board of errors
I burned me down
Ashes for them
But coal is mine
Yesterdays are many
Today is ahead
Tomorrow we maketh
Call of letters
Christ is cautious
Cause is beauty
Because of charm
Mary was gracious
Stolen thieves
May forget my chains
Casted on tomorrow

Songs of feminine - Mystic self

I wonder what you are
My life, my life almighty
Sun may shine
Stars may sink
Love may shrink
Yet life do exist
Care its wings
Speed its silk
Waves are steep
Vision is preset
Life do exist

Friday, August 12, 2011

Paid Potatoes

Paid potatoes were abundant
Kits knew how to hide

Animals live love life
Hands are tied up
Spell bound is social ills

Caves to hide my heart
They are made of red eyes

Apple, orange, naked earth
Stale, state mate, simple skies

People pad my pleasures
Pots are lost among sea weeds

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Spider songs

I could speak a lover
Perhaps more for one life

Still I am subdued
Oceans coexist in leaves

I engulf my hearty half
Speaking up my stormy sense

Sudden Death and there after ...

Split into many oceans
One love for thousand lives

Carry forward my stray cats
Poet of living signs

Repeat my prayers
Reasons in thousand storms

Pretty, charming nimbus
Awaiting my embrace

Game on; slits of lights
Living larger than leaves

Spot on science;
Shows of courage my sickness

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Stalking of an Empire >>

Unconscious were they
Like the bay of Gaundanamo
Boarded to heaven many a times
Peeling hearts that they had
They amazed the skill of a vulture

Hardships of an empire; its known
Untried by blood and sweats
Stones continued to hinges
Shadows never die, though lie

What did we gain, naked are the mirror
Instance happieness, juvenile freedom
They carve a space deepest in time
Tremors are gone, left with blood of a slave
Master and his master rejoices, amicably yours ...

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Dryness of a morning ^

It is as steady as a stale shadow. My morning with Sun nimbing somewhere ahead of time. Violet petals were far from awake, heeding to their eternal wishes in dreams to come. True itself, lies were withering many times in breathing crimes. Stretch of the day was beneath the complete sky. Trend of winds were as predictable as the good words. They lived as per expectation.

They need a change; wild orchids , graves of silence, stellar skies, tremoring leaves, slit throats, split molecules, many universes, vibrant verses, harking heavens; not sure of what they possess they shed light and resorted in spinning mountains, quite subserviently ...


Sunday, April 10, 2011

An Ecologue ; A meta-poetic.

It begins so in disguise : I would be craving to be a winter green which otherwise does not exist. A vague sense of togetherness with loneliness; Words seldom reflect what they mean. a sense of mystery prevails in nature. May be its labour in its beauty and its expressionless that constitute aesthetics.

Why do I diverge from myself ? Irrespective of being deeply reflective and introspective, I tend to complicate the incompleteness. 

An authoritative, impulsive behaviour pervaded all my senses. Inspite of this aversion to all personal, territorial attachments and knots , I tend to melt into dreams and desires all the times.

An interrupting question; why do we like to reflect on water bodies just as streams of consciousness? Is it the primordial remembrance - the lose of a perennial abode? Or a prophetic sense of last resort in times of annihilation and apocalypse ...!

Never know for sure. Porous lungs and fragmented nerves burn at ease. Ashes cannot reclaim the flames; yet they can recollect the pebbles that were pearls once and for all.

Is poetry addictive or withering ? Not sure again. It has a thrust of imminent cognizance and warping senders of time.


Saturday, March 26, 2011

Stray winds ...

Perhaps a darkness looms within. Frail forms of life keeps vibrating over and above the sighs. Distance was past. Heavy silence stones my fingers.  And I persist in tunneling eloquence. When time reveals days become one of songs and innocence.

Levelling dreams and feasts our tribes engage in tiring interpretations. Unaware of meanings, winds strayed in tune with dust of the dread ...

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Predictive Prisons

Normal plains. They were crushing. Agile in my hands, I was weathering many a storms. Language was never a barrier, yet monotony prevailed. Beneath the feathers, there is a heart that shrinks temporal. All of yours ...

Monday, March 21, 2011

Prose Poetry : Ellipsis of knowns

My endless destiny is short of captured time that dilate towards semantic apertures. Yet it spells a vision that truncates melancholy and permuted omens. Words cast in painless soils , they gifted my desire open and autumn. @Gokul