Earth held me strong,
as the Sun opened it’s rays on me;
while the Winds stroked my hair,
a delicate Dewdrop kissed my cheeks.
A tear rolled down my eyes carrying
in its holy grail salts of the Seas.
Category: Nature
Worth
Life’s worth is captured
in minuscule moments,
which one lives.
No existence is dignified
nor stands on a merit or meter.
The worth lies in
that humble feeling
of being Alive.
War
With war came the throngs of men
frowning in their military uniforms.
A putrid stench fills the air
whispers and some silent prayers.
Wise village men tittle-tattle
mothers snuggle their calves,
preparing for their next battle.
Haughty men split themselves halves
to usurp the honor that is left.
Dawn
You my dear love, like a sceptic shock
entered my limbs and gave me a
a wasted kiss.
A lazy embrace which lay stretched
like hollow streets, hyper, hypnotic I ran
towards those sepia streets.
Time didn’t freeze, as it never does,
Yes! Sun will be the Moon tomorrow;
never doubt what the blind women say.
Wind withers on letting her raven hairs
down, making way for that barefooted
dreary dawn.
To descend coyly in the wedding gown
and embrace the Sun and the Sewage;
You and me in it’s sandy shroud.
Self-Love
Why crave that random
love, when we have
this Self-Love.
Is there not a dignity, in
claiming the love which
is ours and belongs
to us.
Metamorphosis
I grew up beyond the grey walls….
Walls that changed hues under varied spells,
mama would strictly keep me inside.
The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes,
black ashen specks from where I marveled
at the cruel oddity of the world.
A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked
angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing
other picture-frames.
The grim monsoons brought spree of life
stamping on foundations of boundless
hedge, spreading its tentacles…
Vile serpentine vines of bougainvillea invaded
sacred space, by keeping me in restraints
stealthily crawling into me.
I see scaly lizards licking the swollen damp
crusts of the walls, that now turned
purplish hue, squeaking hushly;
“papa zedes, papa zedes
papa zedes, papa zedes”
Terrified of clicking sounds,every monsoon
I meticulously filled up fissures with
Papa’s old black and whites.
Once smacked across the sugar face smiling,
I always beamed when I sobbed inside,
tongue at loss of words….
I covered the last fissure with the only picture
I had of Papa.
Forever barricading myself with-in walls, I
metamorphosed into silver, a mass of
cemented blood in concrete limbs.
Fortifying myself of the lingering echoes…
“papa zedes, papa zedes
papa zedes, papa zedes”
Countdown For The Day
Morning sun shone
in its full glory.
Coffee quarrels
and stiff body.
in its full glory.
Coffee quarrels
and stiff body.
Artificial catnap,
guess sleep-aid pills;
again did it’s wonder.
Neighbor’s black poodle,
Vanity lazing on mosaic porch
Lusting a blooming orchid
licking edges of master’s fingers…
Spray roses with no
fragrance hung neatly
in cheap Edwardian vase
on a yellowish marble mantle
Incoherent gibberish bla bla
of quirky Morning shows
incredulous laughter
delinquent sarcasms
Countdown begins
midst sips of sooty coffee.
Quality of life measured by
barrage of human folly…
Las California
” And therefore I’ve sailed the seas and come
to the holy city of Byzantium’
-William Butler Yeats
Drifting towards las California
surfing coast to coast,
in a state of frenzied hysteria.
In the city of cock-tail
baby it’s gonna be all hearty and hail.
Now don’t you believe those blind poets;
who proclaim surrender and succumb,
and miserable kindness is all the worth.
Truth is in youth, tanned body is all the mirth.
Ember sun, droplets of sweet-sweet wine
that cerulean azure sky-line.
The low hanging palm palanquins,
and the glorious home coming queens.
Before the golden Aprils begins,
sun-city is the new Byzantium;
and beams of warmth my holy mausoleum.
LOVE
Yesterday
we obeyed kings
and bent our necks
before emperors.
But today we kneel
only to truth, follow
only beauty and obey
only love.
-Khalil Gibran
Sinful Dips
I took sinful dips in vast seas of love embracing
you tightly, with a terror of drowning in the
deep waters of desires. Wines from your
lips did wonders, for I went and came back
from the hell fires, taking sinful dips
in the waters of love.
Shedding all vestiges of shame, clothed only
in translucent moon-light while holding
you tightly, trying to sooth the amber
of my flesh with your cigar breaths.
I performed holy ablutions to wash off any
lingering doubts of cravings, let raven
hair loose to sway in directions unknown,
only to clasp a caress in my nets in the
deepest pits of desires.
While softly twirling on the rubenesque flutes
of thirsts, closed my eyes and swam to the
farthest corners of desire to discover a
dated relic of yours resting in the
sea-beds of my whims.
Knowing that magical things might happen,
I allowed myself to completely penetrate
in the realms of darkest fantasies to,
accomplish once a flawless rapture of bodies.
While you played your wicked games
I let lose more shames just to capture a
whiff of your perfume, to break an ancient
spell of absence while taking sinful
dips in vast seas of love.