I stole a kiss from the crimson Sun,
an embrace from the sickly tree,
a smile from the fading flower,
humility from the burdened Earth.
A spoon-full of water from that dying,
river, its gentle waters relaxing one last
time and taking a deepest sigh!
I leaned in my insatiable greed knowing
that it’s spirit just departed.
Am I nostalgic?
For the sinful youthful
gone by, the momentary
bubbles of champagne
burs-ted vanished into thin
airs.
Am I nostalgic?
Of the elusive lovers
lost in the abysses of spiral
times.
Am I nostalgic?
Of the silent tears and
melancholia heart
of my youth!
Am I nostalgic?
Of my fleeting vanity
and the pride sunken deep in
rustic old mud
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!
Genesis began a void
an empty black-hole
on whose fringes blinding
yellowness dwells.
Something a miss in the center!
What, I shall never know?
A fissure somewhere in
the embellish wall in-front.
Always one brick less in the
cemented wall of our
existence…
Fear is love
it lingers…
chases and
breaks, melting
away in veins
morphing into
pulsating
heart-beats,
strangulating
in narrow lungs
Fear is love!
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.
A glance is enough for the heart to beat
to transform naivety into shrewdness
of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past
to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case
it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings
fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds
never chirp on the skeletal trees, insects don’t
dwell in the deceased fallen barks, dimpled
cheek cupids doesn’t appear for those who
always wait and sigh, no ballads are sung
on the onset of youth, nor a tear on its passing,
some do age without the grace of a glance
and leave the grim world still longing for
one glance.
We begin grand, lofty
curved, meshed up chords
entangled at the centers,
lefts and rights, inflated at
the very core with crimson
bloods raging and ranting
in those youthful bulbous
veins but then Boom! One
more sonic Boom! A Bang!
Life happens….
I am no enlightened soul
I am nobody, just address me
somebody , but I know my
mama told me,
Life will straighten out the
most twisted chords!
Twerking to lyres of
profane pop,
sliding steps, bouncy
hips, oozing boobs
thumping beats
shaken to that 90’s
pace, grooving,
swaying to heart’s
desire, twirling neon
yellows,oranges
nasal notes, forget
jazz ,vintage melodies
or Chateau Petrus,
dive in cheap shots.
today night lets
struck those
90’s chords..
When I was young, I believed in
emerald elves & golden goblins,
they lived in tranquilly behind
the tall elephant grasses, a glee
takes over my face when I see
vision of the whispering cloud
A raven grim hovering around
murmuring secrets of azure skies
I can overhear the gentle cries
of sullen crickets in intricate colonies
Unlike man there are no phonies
tremendous peace and calm
prevails amidst melody of nature’s
Scared Psalms !
