Thursday, July 11, 2013

Poem: A Lizard in a Garden

A Lizard in a Garden

Fresh of life
Is not lost in wild
It comes near and dear
And a lizard is born in a garden

It turned coats and spells
It skinned by instincts
Aimed the walls
But never surmounted them
Born as a reptile
Brave as a snake
Primitive of the forms

And now it bridged my silence
And now it spaces my mist

Lizard in the greens
Lizard with black dotted skin
It just was a passer by
On my way to a Tuesday morning

Neither of us where bothered of each other
Like other humans too
We crossed each other, lest nor stared and frowned
We mean each other, least by life of our own
We make space for each other, in verticals of time

Lizard in a plastic garden
It was just as amused as I am
Seeing the lusty winds
Lure of money, Lost smiles

Lizard was a wizard, I know for sure
Time was his slave, Space was his circuit

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Poem: A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex

Rain of Senses, Ripples of Time

Rain of Senses, Ripples of Time - My Poem published in PoetrySoup.com: 

Long sheath or shadow, it is so fragile and delicate

I am in , I am out, yet I know 
it is so much there 
It is wrecked like an unwanted ship, incline to my thoughts 

I am in, I am out 
like a child for an eternal womb 
I am wild, I am wolf, for a dancing forest of many ages 

Senses are glued to it, as it resonates my songs 
All I know is it has waves, periods, cycles, rains, seasons and songs too

We know it by pale ripples 
And the wrinkled faces of all those mirrors 

Time, its stealthy wishes 
They stood next to my horrible evenings 
I mediatate, I contemplate, I vision, I corrupt, I collect

I kill My senses, My lovable lusty mind and body
And their unknown roots and leaves
Yet they live and know, die and unlearn all by itself 

When I ripple, I crawl and I cry in the songs of time 
And you see just and must, a little echoes and ripples in time