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?

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

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

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

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

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

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