Sunday, October 10, 2010

Songs Of Nature











 
1
Dreams never dreamed
Of many truths
Dead but smelling rubble
But may shallow a double

Nervous needles
need a breath
And never had any
news about you

False and fervent sinks
Anchors of illness
Bound to a corner, soulless
Made of carbon, spelled a die
Cast of differences, Ironed out
Never could catch, rusty and fetters

Beds, stiff and past of pretense
Could never be a haste
But roped-in rides of rumors
Weighing a sharpness
And a shady river again
Made a misery slogan
All in one, one for all!
Naked throats, baked thoughts

Blunts of an eclipse to scars of slavery
Denied a dollar coast, empire brides
Trumpets are trumpets, Atlas!
Traced a hand, cores post a silence













2
Prelude ! Preachers
Pin down the pollens!
Pampered snakes
Preached a universe
Swelled out, sucked in
Swamps could never hay
Irrelevance of reverence
Sullen skullers !!
Ahead on a flower
that smells the sour
of the honey that lives
despite the lonely roots
devoid of a stem that trips
blood and all other lights

3
Opium of the oranges
live here, wear and fear
Trembles of time, do not
Live a stellant and star a sky

Hollow masses river us
Of legs, livers and language
arises a stream in sequel
odes lost, many more to go

4
Harps of the masses
higher than the heavens
leaves none, leaf turned
Hidden hormones tranquil
Senses sedate and slivered













5
Round the corner
A circle lived
To the east of an ear
Thrived a silent nod

Teeth of silence
Bargains for death
Shines a stone
Unturned in wisdom

Vague voices deep
Never heap a hoard
And born to the bones
A brilliant bid and beyond
Restful silence
Need their salience

Each slice of you
Carries a blood
Owned by oceans
Never seen in life
Of a violent skin-god
But blurred in lips
Remember to coalesce
And care for its colors !

6
Why marred by mystics?
Questions a swine
Shivers a fever
and a nation erupts
bred in silent laps

Why laughs a dead sky?
Knows are the questions
that born beneath the shelves
of profound stupids vanished

7
Eyes on road
Wide, spilled out and snaky
streets on circles
Coils, Camera and Coals
But never charmed a walk
When time went in tides
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