Poem: How to dine in a dizzy street

This season of idols and icons

When rains are random and revered

When I know evening is never even to all

When my wife went to hometown

I went for a passive dinner a little afar

A photo by giancarlo de luca: under non-commercial license.

Love for noise

Love for gaze

Love for traffic

Love for crowd

Random thoughts guided me in bumpy road

It welcomed my grumpy stumpy thoughts

I am silenced by fading shades of faces

I am stoned to the fuming walls

On every second eateries

People gazed away their dinner

Chewing them like muted cows of unknowns

On the other side walks

I found them swallowing like snakes too

I found them dumping their stomach 

They were jerks and ill in my terms

The first group was silent and detached

Food was a passage of their thoughts

The second was vocal and enchanted

Food was a just a passage for blood and flesh

Both the groups were so muted

Their shadows were more vocal and hungry

Everywhere I saw crowd and chaos

But all of them were silent and tied to an order

An order so invisible and invincible

At least by this stagnant moments of night

By the time I finished my dinner

I was hurrying home

To cook my brain once again

To feed some crows waiting somewhere

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

+Gokul Alex