A Relic

Just like this pillow on my bed ,
A pregnant face with a face , a solemn crest ,
Lay his polite reposing head ,
We sat , two in two, each others best .

Your hands were firm in link with mine ,
The tangy resin ,did mystify the band ,
Our spar eyes were in twisted lines ,
Yes , those eyes ,sunk deep in the concords of sand .

As the craft of these fingers were a flair,
We , like abandoned monuments lay,
All The Way , the same we shared ,
Nothing was said ,All The Way .

An advanced romance ,
Only the language of this soul understood ,
And sure, this was grown in the shrine of our mind ,
The conventions at a distance stood .


We spoke to tell what we cared ,
We See , we Saw -a bit un perplexed,
A single colour of red , the size of wine all bared,
Its scant ,its poor -it didn’t matter for it was an affair beget.

With one another so , animated our both souls,
So far, so fetched like a brook does flow ,
Body in me ,of which we grow ,
The mind are we , they are ours not seen.

So must souls convey ,
Yielding their sense in pure love descend,
Above each sigh ,I approved him not ,
To weaken each sense and turn to apprehend .


Why to our bodies do we lean ?
A cumbersome mark , in talks and insistent moans,
As the blood of our labour forgets ,
The lovemaking was just a book with pages torn .


And if that lover , did hear this conversation of us,
Let him see, that storm in me ,
Let him feel the small change ,
in my body when we’re two bodies are one .

*****

broken w(h) ine

DuSt oF thY veins forms an emasculate ember

I want to feel this candle , not burn it with my desires .

I am evil

In this joint present

I make up my past

From the chalked identities , I present

I am No -Body

No soul

No worth

This is as subtle as the inscription on my scar

Invisible

Starlet

Slave of time

A grain of dirt in the hands of this created past

Left …

THE TWO TOWERS

do i come to you ?

that question eclipses the anxiety irrigating my anger

just one day

Few hours of friction

I slip down the staircase of seasons we shared

we rejoiced

we smoked .

the urging finger writes this with moods of affairs .

i have dreams to sell

what would you buy ?

i ask not for you to be great but only that you be everything that make s you .

i am in distress amongst fellows

this distress should make thee resolute

for a return

for an inward parting ,

temporal blessings haste like a dream , beauty fades like flower, a single life disappears in a flash.

the tired day runs me down and dies

the same night wears through

and no hour is as that flower

that flower without the dew.

In between time ( Between )

Voice of mine echoes an anxiety of love

was it ?

Hurt i feel was never cared in the darkness of processions .

Candle me in verses.......

it burns with a wax on the thoughts of my minute

stinging , it washes ME momentarily .

The thorns fluctuate in between petals of crimson adoring me , desirous .

there's a frail ship on my mask

colliding waves cruelly dip by

pushing me in >>>

Stuttering for an end

strands of gasps escape my death

it envelops me in a warm tale but

suddenly

it leaves

my veins fumble for possessions

my temple looses its shrine

stolen from Gems

Iinsecure

My dry heart laughs the sin in faith

Excellence

virtue falls

arms flayed - something missing

no

it slowly comes in strands

Red drops from the grains of my body

faith redeemed in seizures .

Bless Me

in One piece .

** sin***

Hot broth of delicious..

Do you know what time is it for us

who lean over the dark shores ?

what time for you who risk a doubtful crossing ?

young one

Older than Old .

Do you believe this crossing ?

are you dreaming a dream ?

the name you bear in the songs of the steady ones

For EveRy burner

there heeds a healer.

i am the thorns against the blades

among the silence of my purpose

i make this vow ...

hotter than the charring rage,

let the fire of my anger purify this city

tonight is hungry

all eyes on me ..lustful .

on a pyre ,

a cremation

the threads of the oppressed are treated with peace.

venom , let loose in the signs of the city

what once destroyed can once heal

hear

the call of the keeper

asking permission

no hesitation

pieces , in front of you - too many

refined words of incision

standing on the stride , not to stray

Let alone the spurned

the keeper avowed .

Pieces of doors through a city .

Called from the streaming eyes , his distaste in misery alone

Unheard of , my sentence with a silken unknown

In sleep , closed his silver Screaming eyes

the sentient grew , with might ... allure the wise.

Obey , My love , the sweet compulsion neither profane

with spectres Including a melodious strain.

Steps feeble ,sad returns from the day of hours behind

waste in riot , wild land cankers my burnt shrine .

yet hear this ,

my breath, You

A r e Y o u , of charm in years

To them , To her

to me

you are the mystic , a sage .

Meantime , in slumber i allow a disclose

in your raptured soul there is a depth restored .

In rosy mirth , there is wrapped a silver shade

attractiveness graced

to twain the joys of a care and shore .

a child i am

nursed

She will be the same as she

in you

For now , with the dance of your golden light

i see a star of eve in me .

Dismantled Sun

I Move The Edge Of Him And Burn

in a belief of my wonder

Love .In A Wren Of The Slammed

i ,once,would be forever

TO-morrow Like Thorn

this turbulence is new born

The Torrid Verse Of His Name And His Flame

a twinge of sighs in wrong .

I

lay on the bed

Not Defeat. Not Success.

i

.

Went On With My Dying

in secret

CIRCE..Disguised

s he is

nothing else is

Only She ,

the urge ,Fecund ,Emergent,Rhythmic,Dancing from a world into being from that void that is no void at all but her Urgent Self.

dark and light

ice and fire

solidity and spirit

the gyre of time .

She quarrels and stands between life and death. she carries the dead on her back , the dead returning ...

she is insatiable ,

the heated vagina ,purifying wind .

a struggle to release power of life

- the shadowed self .

' he molded me with his fine hands

he irrigated my womb

myth of divine

abused

acknowledged .

rest let be

.-

of the clay of this dust

legions of sleep

in crusted lust of need

shameless mortal goddess

'should i lie beneath you ?'

we are equals .

my last mirror

Time transformed

My song into a hollow seed

I was then a continuation of eyes which had lost their evening .

I saw myself

As a stone sermon

Beneath an unseen civilization,

As an icy pinnacle

Of all evolution

Now a tie in the shackles of invention.

At night

Back home

Are my twin sentinels of desire , born of a vagabond’s boredom .

I crashed

Leaning against your sleep

In this castle – your arms

In this moment

In your ceasefire .

In times we are together

I have no self

Of memory

Of you ,

Color and texture

Time or music ,

Not even poetry .

All commandments die here.

Let me look at you

In the half light

And turn slowly , slowly

To the left

And wait

……………….

You know

I have loved before this

Many times and once

Once without time

But you still keep me

Keep me in

Nowhere I can go without your mark

Your rivers

Your waves across my grains .

I remember walking a long way looking for you in early darkness , one morning

And today I still walk, softly to wondrous designs .

In your embrace breath and birth mingle.

Yet I do not remember when you first came and took possession of all that I had.

In what secret spot,

Where, did you first disrobe ,Shapely

Delightful

Forgotten are the words you said when we were alone together

Alluring , in eternal charm, you stand between

An unblemished melody.

"She learnt

A poem

Of a brief monologue

Of him with a soundless explosion of a thousand replies sifting the sieved light of the noon sun "

and in that ecstasy I had remembered

What I now see

In depths before me

That same evening in your eyes .

I Dont want to go to art as if i were going to pray...

I heard about it :

off season

far from the bustle

a damp solitude

outside , a mask of rainy darkness.

Shrouded showers

clouds of mist across the nocturnal light

Eighteen years younger

no breaks in my past

the moment and i , We are one

it rains harder

silent streets thunder , they quake .

I want to soak and soak in the rain

to water the wastelands of my soul .

I Am a Desert .

My body is the earth , my heart the sky , my sensuality the sea and tangled between these naked legs is this evening in my destiny .

there is a gentle rhythmic run , unhurried, why should i rush .The fire has been lit , for my wet hair

wet arms

wet eyes .

This evening ,this moment , i share an intimacy

with me .A sound -

old or new?

none

A pain-

seen or unseen?

no

Nothing at all.

I sit on the grass

Time sits with me

all of my own .

the rains pause

handfusl of crimson from the setting sun smeared across my wet face .

i stand still, for a long while . No Joy , No Sorrow , No Anguish , No Ecstasy. just a quiet waiting...

it is almost dawn .

a cracked mirror ,a black veiled face

All this while

i;ve spoken to you

i will promise you a dewy smile

All this time

i drew something for you

i lost my inhibitions

as less than a lover would

more as your beauty could.

but if i show you

the feeling i feel

it will be a voyage of every shadow in between .

i don't ask that you reach me

did'nt question your return ..

Do you know

i am so afraid

of breaks

of pains

For every shape i ever made

every gaze we ever exchanged

your song in the insanity of my kingdom

was a touch of submergence .

The mist of you in my memory shall always be

because its still

still as a feather.

i wish you in me *

WEll, maybe

Here is it again , a class of two hundred kaleidoscopic policy makers .i am in between them with the zeal of my claustrophobia.

these criss crossed figurines remind me of my brains unawareness and i can let my mind be open beyond words for anyone, without anyone .

there is a mechanism to this class which makes me a thousand miles obsolete,i dare say .

do i like it ?

well , fuck yes!

" you there with the Marley shirt"

?yes sir?

whats the time table dear?

table -in front oh, yes

time - none t o write upon

are my ears ringing of Morrison or is it just the professor singing in his madness as a tribute to the institution .(damn!)its my funeral today . I glimpse this side with a hopper like tendency , and slowly crawl my gaze on the other forbidden side with the eagerness to get humiliated by that motivational figure of MR.------Eh...never mind ....

Our group is a cluster of WordSworth loving/knowing/not knowing ,Hendrix worshipping,Avril vs pink tragedy gyrating intellects .

mentioning the not so intelligent ...

on Sunday , when god rested

we fake ass holes united in the disease of the fittest .

i give my partner my new books filled with imagery of a non assumed , non existent ,other living .

ALIEN!

The war begins

no commands !

just kill

slaughter

piece them fine .

Fine

bridge that gap you slut , my friend . Build the famine

do you have a stone ..?

maybe not.

change the path ,fuck the direction.

Ladakh it is

music to myself

i am being true to me for once

' listen to me , hear me '

i plead

"Prove it"

the silence horns and the bus stop's empty today

i leave

but "hey , just wait a minute , that's my art , my lines , my words, you took it"

Encore! Megha.

a bullet , please....

mind your own fucking music !!!! you get that

+redhandedlycaughtintheperformance+

lets respect it .

Reality is Cruel and honesty is an unknown belief.

AMEN

I came for this , didn't i ?

*ozzy i praise .

Handle the Stops .

Been in the web of impair

The paths been lost To peace.

My confessions are replies to deny

An indulgence , in the riots of lie

Distress that takes me in like a surf of silver glare

Look what a great womb I bare

Grateful am I , before the memories wing

I can ,

Delve into my being .

Learn from tell

Possessions leaking

No one to hold on

No shoulder to turn .

What about a reminiscence

A muse in me for choice

together me with empty

a cluster of sense in prize..

Anyone ?

A hand lost , unstated in the healing of my needs

Move me please

No body to pass on

No idea to yearn

Judge me in found

For lost maybe mine

abound.

...piece..s..