Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Warmth of Your Breath

You find your solace under starlit skies
And moonlit nights
Till they fight and fight
Along all jocund streets of mind
Find find, O dear, find
The joy in your tears
Strip off the fear
The joy is so near..

Think of a ship that sinks
And still the corpse resurrects
Into life and some fading memories-
Memories..Ah! they're but a heavenly parlay
Of cheers
and some fears,
some cold jeers
and tears..

Till the wisp of smoke swirls away..
Away from us
Into the sky
Sunny blue sky

Life's but a sultry summer
Life's but sunshine..

Monday, July 18, 2011

Inadvertent Kiss

Limitless love swivels into my passions
As I sing with the birds sailing across the sky
Let my smile stitch the sorrow to my heaven
Let my tears reflect my joy way too high.....

As we weep along the jocund streets of life
We pause for a moment in a stinking alley
And we kiss each other on the edge of a knife
Until we let our woes teeter..
Until we let our passions fly...

Thursday, March 10, 2011


We sleep,
Sleep till the midnight bulb glows
And suddenly their stark silhouettes
Outlined against our optimistic blur
Flash before our eyes
And we wake up...

Till we fail to sleep again-
On a thin line in between..
Till we flail to catch them all
On either side....

And we wake up....

Beep! Beep!

Time for another trip..
We sleep...
We sleep...

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Before the Final Demise..

And as the sun will greet me tomorrow morning
The sparrows chirping, the songbirds tweeting
To the tune of hope and dove-white love
And little fears catapulted out into the cold planets
And every single creature bears the child of one universe
The mask you wear may not be that diverse
And the plowman plows
Or a professor preaches
Or a sparrow chirps
And the flower blooms
All to the cadence of a sublime verse..

And the clasp of reality gently frees the ball of fire
Against the gravity of ignorance,
Where our thoughts will buoy its wisdom within
And the merry masks will exude the cheers of happiness
And little cloud-lets will bring the shower of peace.

Time is no dream, dream is no imagination
But time may be the poet's reverie.
Let tomorrow bring with it-
The joy of morning dreams..
And no more midnight screams...

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Body and Mind

I see the ripples in turbid streams
Seething beneath the umbrella-green.
Grins my mind in mellow sun-beam
Lilly beams.

My youthful umbrella-green..

Its mild tremor in afternoon-haze
Paints a skinny shiver of my daze
As its lousy abdomen boldly conceives
Swirling turbid of dusk and haze.
Like dreams passing by
Like grim cloud-lets floating sporadically
In somber gray sky.

As I drool over salted jujubes and taste the high..

And lone as a dying soldier,
My squeamish torso wistfully shivers,
The twilight breeze gently whispers
Kissing my kiddish lips that quiver.

The morning-sparrow-chirps soar high and high..

My visions keep slithering in somber gray sky..

Deep beneath, wails the turbid womb-
A cradle of lies..
Purple flies...

Thursday, December 9, 2010


The first thing that comes to my mind
Oh! That's something upside down
And that something is my lovely spouse.
Wish she had her curly hair cut down
To the size of her pubic average. And my
Licking tongue'd dance with its hungry ptyalin.
Anyway! But she dressed up like a
Little fairy. Long gown. Though in my naked
Tub with the naughty showers, the coy squirts
Off the cleaved phallus couldn't make me
Undress her..My spouse..My muse..Anyway!
The clean shower was of no use. And the
Muscle slacked, while the hungry pouch
Puked with oblivion-white and that sticky..
Something...Whatever..That wasn't her anyway.
That's but the gown that folds itself
To hide her from my foul smelling
Teeth..The tiny pillars of my wolf-lust.
Mistrust. Anyway!
She was upside down..
As I struggled to reach 'her' puberty.
Anyway! But that's true. And mind you little wolves-
It was double-orgasm. And she had no underwear!

Now no muck up please...

Monday, November 29, 2010

Blooming...Through a Child's Eye

As it seeks the warmth off bright vermilion
Little bud begins to bloom...
A transparent curtain drops
As the starving pupil learns-
to read Your vision.
And into its tiny world, intrudes Your universe
Sweetened with luke warm milk,
Glossy with lazy silk,
Red with Autumn rose,
Cozy with granny's prose,
Mystic with fairy tales,
Glittering with silver vales...

And the little lies vie-
for a neverland
in the vision of that old child...

Tiny droplets of crystal tears-
Coalesce into sublime azure
Where fairies sprinkle mad showers
of jubilant rains,
Purple-tinted with blooming pains...
Receding lanes....
And the sailor sails through-
Trillions of tiny waves
of VIBGYOR dreams,
As the fearful voyage through the crimson white
Harbors at Your glowing black.....

The little bud finally blooms
into a thorny red
Autumn Rose....