born again
feminine, life, Love, Nature, poetry

Consummation

Pirouetting on the single

stringed lyres of the cerulean waves,

of the bottomless ocean.

Tonight is the night of copulation,

of full moon and blue tides.

Whirling round to evoke

Poseidon to take notice

of mine saline tear drops

consummating with the azure

foamy waters out of which

gushes forth tiny lemon

droplets of effervescent

froths.

Humour, Inspiration, life, Nature

The Disaster Artist_Reflection

I recently watched, ‘The Disaster Artist’ by James Franco adapted on Tommy Wiseau critical catastrophe, ‘The Room’, hailed as the worst movie of all times. But despite the negative reviews the movie has earned a cult status. Since I’ve watched the movie I can’t stop thinking as to how we treat people who are different. I for once greatly admire Tommy Wesue who despite all the odds and Hollywood elitism decided to go ahead and make a movie out of his own pocket( spent 6 million dollars). After-all how many of us have the courage to go against the tide, the public opinion and the perseverance to make our dreams come true. I

I am not in for giving unsolicited advices ( I am too arrogant for that) nor my poetry is about hope( myself a hopeless) but if ever I’ve to offer my two cents, I’ll say follow your passion. Don’t give a damn to what your critics say, believe! There is no future, it’s just today now so make it happen. Why wait for a special moment? These trying times have made one thing clear that life is unpredictable, so let’s follow our passions before the pendulum slips out of our hands. Don’t be afraid to be different, embrace your quirkiness like Tommy Wiseau.

And yes do watch ‘ The Disaster Artist’ it’s on Netflix. If you happen to watch the movie do share with me what you feel.

love-spell
life, Love, Nature

Love-Spell

Swathed in the warmth of your skin

in awe of deep amorous breaths,

slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats

provoking  gentle ripples in me.

Without a hope for redemption

under the ardent urgency

surrendered and taken away to

the prisons of your venereal mockings

to be arrested under your

love-spell!

 

 

Great Land
History, Inspiration, Legend, Literature, Love, Nature, poetry

The Great Land

Standing in the land of the great Apaches

Midst blooming wild poppies

and the mammoth elephant grasses,

thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had.

May be the days of  chivalric Camelot are over,

as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair;

vicious winds from the North gushed 

echoing footsteps of a massive feet

opening a narrow pass for the

grim shadow of Lincoln to flicker by,

leaving behind trails of the Fallen Soldiers

on the path once trodden by the

fierce Indian Tribes.