Now I know; Why I persist ...

Intense images

In carved stones

They just sailed away

To a shore so distant

And time departed

In caves unknown

Must that it is tired

For that ship to be lost

Ghost of that wreckage

Ten lines, pure and pristine

They prayed and pounded

So heard and hearty

Tea of unknowns

They are hot and cold

Bare and boring

Spotted dreams

They are my spokes of past

And shall not persist

So long a coil

Counter to my eyes

Whispered a love

Kiss so lenient

And dark so imminent

All of them mated

Brought a heaven 

Half nether to the heart

And all horrors stood fast

Now I know

Why I persist

In Times of Zest

Sleepless ...

Closed eyes
But shivering brows
Cunning lips
But craving in thirst
What do they say to you?
Never mind
Mindless are to come

I have sunken eyes
They do nothing
Except that they remain cold
They have a distance
To stroll a silent wind

Agitate ahead
Surge your resolve
Kettles are spread out
Hotbed prayers
Ignited prayers
Ignited music
Never do they lie
Even in ruthless rains

Await for me
To grow with the last
Though just in a
passenger time
Time is deepening
So are materials
Yet sorrow is dirt and cluttered
Sorrow is just mist
As mist is an unknown mind

Mindful are chirping songs
Waving hands
They are not mine
It belong to silent birds
I just awakened them

What you see
And what you get
They are mere numbers
Cloaked in ages, calenders
And calculated accounts
I never belong to them
After all, it is mathematics
And it is not a child's play.

A Straight Night

Twinkle of her eyes
Velvet brows in between
They are so alien
To this night so eager
To fall sick and stink

It will last long
Perhaps through me
My straight lines
And their vague bounds
Why not the best ?
Let it be my tears
That she can shine
So distant, so burning
Skipping a spring
And its solace
Now I need an ocean
To surge back to clouds

It may be true
Ocean of streets can exit
But I could never sail
A lover's letters
Taking them to last
A pause before the lips
It helps the burned skin

Every animal can smell
The primal self
And withering nature
Before its lasting breath
So common to it

None can grave
Letters so grave
Enter their wishes
Tail their ends
So dangling
So wrinkled
Yet eager to unwind
Eyes so numerous

On the tip of them
You could see
Dreams so lost
As you spirit
And I wish good luck
To all your sparrows
That we breed together
However naked we are.

A must for madness

In the shells
Safe are all secrets
Except the ones
Told by the sea

In the brink
Of madness
What shall we do?
Except carving mirrors
Stubborn and erect

In the pale light
No love is as dark
As my dead kitten
No regret in me either

When everything else
vanishes, sands persists
So do the mind devoid
Of words and lyres

Folding Mountains

Folding mountains
They know me
What is in my left
Who possesses my right
And what shall I speak next

I love my arrival
To ivory towers
And my departure
To tearful apartments
And what happens
In between

Learn to live :

Split up
Love and life
They became woman
And other half man

Eyes became
So important
As all were naked
And began hiding
Nowhere else
But among each other

Then came lust
With it so many hopes
Somewhere manly
And somewhere not

Encounter Feminine

To meet a woman
In her charm
One need to be
Cautious and cold
Of her sweet spells
As she calls you
Many names, pretty
You may mirror it
Or break it open wild

Her eyes can measure
Your brilliance
Tearing you open
Remorselessly
Sometimes soothing
You afterwards

Never mind her eyes
As they are hungry deep
And shallow asleep
For all aspiring lovers
But never for games

When you circle her
Remember to forget you
Your past, your edges,
The statues you made elsewhere, else you
May never be you again

Are you feeling
A woman soft or a song like?
You may be melting free
Of many diseases
Beginning with love life

To cure love life
None shall brave you
As it is your self
Walking this road

A War with Questions

Speechless as I am
Muted is my verses
They are little by little
Melting a heart so swollen

No more boasting
Of speedy winds
And flag of kites

Where shall I seek
Those endless nights
Wading my dreams?
Little by little
Answers are wading
My questions and so dearly
Disappears a perennial sea

There shall be
No more continents
Beneath these greedy
Clouds, and their waxes
Charging rains go nowhere

Those who nature
They are cursed
By imminent answers
And their altering faces

I have thrown
Enough stones
Unto these tricky skies
Against the openness
Beneath them
None cared to respond
May be none dared as well

How many crimes shall
I commit; to be born again
Unknown to these ghostly stars

Simply Selfish

I know a nature
Where I have hands
And eyes to peep
And eyes of perverts
Angling around

Being selfish
None could grow
As old as god, almighty
So as to question
The rules of birth
The errors of living, and
Surprises of death

Preachers preach
Bidders bid
Nice Monday's to come
Nine days
Why don't they
Make up a week?

Music and tears
They get going
So long a distance
However I have
Another reasons
To love a twilight
And a lonely window
And a loner cup of tea
And a missing portrait
Of a living lady

Receding roads
They are my intercepts
Only they listen
When I am awake
In the midst of traitors
They sell me purple
Eyeing my red wild orchids

Why anger exists ?

Paint me angry
Draw my clouds
Count my skins
And pick me up
From this heap
And hot chairs
And can never be wrong
I started counting
Who is on my side
When I shed my feathers
When I spell her name
None shall overhear us

Thunder speaks to you

I have heard many voices
Plight of fisherman
Sight of daily wagers
Night of thieves
Height of thunderstorms
Their loneliness
It may be alien to you
If you are delicate
They may scare you
But look beyond, please
You can see withering gems
And their belief in this nature

If you can't see all these
At least listen to a thunder
Its anguish
Its nothingness
They are alarms
If you are open
Or at an open space
Seek refuge
In them
Through them
Perhaps, yes
They are the gateways
Towards the sky
And its manifolds

To be sure
Whether thunder
Seeks truth
Stretch your hands
Towards your stranger
And greet all gods
A good bye
And smile at me
However grave it is

Who knocks at my door?

I know the silence
And the fact that
It is not calm at all
Not at all, I repeat

When we are tired
Of us, there opens
A door, so deep
Yet so broad and fanciful

Once you steps in
There are so many
Listeners for you
Through you, truly

Theory of love :

Every song
Before they render
They will color
The tones to come

Every day
Before they wind
Will weather
The dreams to come

Every tide
Before they calm
Will wipe
The shores they love

Every mist
Before they vapor
Will wash
The petals that weep

Every cloud
Before they sky
They know well
The oceans to fly

Every ape
Before they humane
Can remember
Many mountains

Every color
Before they mix
They know well
It is all light and hue

Every madness
Before it empties
Knows it had wings
Beyond the numbers

Every oneness
Longs to wed
A nothingness
So as to be born again

Every tired eye
Rolls on and on
Irrespective
Of the love and the surface

Every nakedness
And their boldness
They mirror an eye
Beneath their death

Every whisper
And surrounding lies
They cannot meet me
In hell or heaven

Every circle of bonds
In their wild strength
Remembers a kindness
Of a smile past death

Every sudden death
Brings home
A nature so blind
And so deaf

Everyone and no one
Irrespective of falls
Will come again and alone
With memoirs from a fire
That breaks open
Truth from aged
And false from the new born

Dream Machines

Sleeping pillows
They just stepped in
To my dream machine
I could never ignore them
Not that I am magnanimous
But they were adamant
And complaining

Dreams, their leftovers
A winter palace out of them
But full of shrill
I decided to step out
But where?
Dreams inside
Dreamers outside
A machine in the making

Stubborn nerves
Their senseless ends
And meaningless currents
Its all there
Now I know that dreams
They are not charity
For anyone, of anything

Loners

A lake of loners
A harvest of victims
A plenty of illness
Ailing beliefs
They came together
When the Sunday was anew
And the Sun was brittle
As ever, and faded lonely

She is skinny
So is he
They could hide
The crowd is enough
Yet they walked in slippers
Towards a temple
Full of red dots
And a stumbling silence

Remember!
None can wage a war
When silent intrudes
Their eyes are far
And clamped at a distance
Their fat thighs
They are chained by velvet
Pearls and many others
And so is mine
And I lost them
Somewhere in wilderness

Time to hop on

Time to hop on
A nest was kept alone
Looked like deserted
Lot of wanderers
They were good old guests
Brief in love

The nest loved everyone
Some had eggs
To live and to lie
There came a storm

A denial of life
It came at large
Foiled many dreams
With its skinny twigs
It stood all the wretched
Acts of nature, and fools
They lived happily thereafter

Why are we sleeping ?

Why are we sleeping?
When oceans are not

Why do we catch cold?
When skies does not

Where do we aim life?
When mountains cannot

Why are we selling lies?
When mothers should not

How do legs swim?
When birds does not bother

Why do you armor thy chest?
When forests cannot

Which cat tamed the bell first?
When rats love to hide

Why demons are black?
When iris is not

Not so sure ...

Between the reels
Of this movie
In the boggy of
The train driver
In his control room
In the factory
Where we make earphones
In the battlegrounds
Of whitehouse
In the currency room
Of all reserve banks
What happens ...
I am not sure

But I am sure
If you give that weapon
To your child
You can bet me
In your casino
Your love lanes
Tomorrow will be mine
And I will sink it
With your today
As you did with my past

What happens to a child

What happens to a child
When she confronts
A devil, but in a god's game
No one knows
Where to go
With a child in hand
Or your future
When it waves at you

A scare crow
Even if a poet
Cannot tell the truth
Is it that they hide from truth
Or truth hides from them

Life lies to the aging
If the aged lies many times
Never mind
Truth and lies
They are blood brothers
They know where to meet
But your machines
They can't buy either
Leave them
For your good

In your swift machines ...

In your swift machines
You have thousand lives
Hundred faces
Tens of authors
But all for one thing
To map your travelogues

But dear ones ...
You missed it large
When to sail
When to cease
When to cruise
And finally
When and where
To finish me