tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56101428919975177852023-07-17T21:55:21.611-07:00The Arrested SymphonySayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-7656660984546121102011-10-26T07:25:00.000-07:002011-10-26T07:27:03.420-07:00Warmth of Your BreathYou find your solace under starlit skies<br />And moonlit nights<br />Till they fight and fight<br />Along all jocund streets of mind<br />Find find, O dear, find<br />The joy in your tears<br />Strip off the fear<br />The joy is so near..<br /><br />Think of a ship that sinks<br />And still the corpse resurrects<br />Into life and some fading memories-<br />Memories..Ah! they're but a heavenly parlay<br />Of cheers<br />and some fears,<br />some cold jeers<br />and tears..<br /><br />Till the wisp of smoke swirls away..<br />Away from us<br />Into the sky<br />Sunny blue sky<br /><br />Life's but a sultry summer<br />Life's but sunshine..Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-17965547834802899662011-07-18T07:56:00.000-07:002011-07-18T07:57:22.625-07:00Inadvertent KissLimitless love swivels into my passions<br />As I sing with the birds sailing across the sky<br />Let my smile stitch the sorrow to my heaven<br />Let my tears reflect my joy way too high.....<br /><br />As we weep along the jocund streets of life<br />We pause for a moment in a stinking alley<br />And we kiss each other on the edge of a knife<br />Until we let our woes teeter..<br />Until we let our passions fly...Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-50858979847779079562011-03-10T10:57:00.000-08:002011-03-10T11:00:15.246-08:00PillsWe sleep,<br />Sleep till the midnight bulb glows<br />And suddenly their stark silhouettes<br />Outlined against our optimistic blur<br />Flash before our eyes<br />And we wake up...<br /><br />Till we fail to sleep again-<br />On a thin line in between..<br />Till we flail to catch them all<br />On either side....<br /><br />And we wake up....<br /><br /><br />Beep! Beep!<br /><br />Time for another trip..<br />We sleep...<br />We sleep...Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-4564822354829232942011-01-02T10:28:00.001-08:002011-01-02T10:33:35.859-08:00Before the Final Demise..And as the sun will greet me tomorrow morning<br />The sparrows chirping, the songbirds tweeting<br />To the tune of hope and dove-white love<br />And little fears catapulted out into the cold planets<br />And every single creature bears the child of one universe<br />The mask you wear may not be that diverse<br />And the plowman plows<br />Or a professor preaches<br />Or a sparrow chirps<br />And the flower blooms<br />All to the cadence of a sublime verse..<br /><br />And the clasp of reality gently frees the ball of fire<br />Against the gravity of ignorance,<br />Where our thoughts will buoy its wisdom within<br />And the merry masks will exude the cheers of happiness<br />And little cloud-lets will bring the shower of peace.<br /><br />Time is no dream, dream is no imagination<br />But time may be the poet's reverie.<br />Let tomorrow bring with it-<br />The joy of morning dreams..<br />And no more midnight screams...Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-34155662814726256072010-12-29T09:03:00.000-08:002010-12-30T02:52:37.731-08:00Body and MindI see the ripples in turbid streams<br />Seething beneath the umbrella-green.<br />Grins my mind in mellow sun-beam<br />Lilly beams.<br /><br />My youthful umbrella-green..<br /><br />Its mild tremor in afternoon-haze<br />Paints a skinny shiver of my daze<br />As its lousy abdomen boldly conceives<br />Swirling turbid of dusk and haze.<br />Like dreams passing by<br />Like grim cloud-lets floating sporadically<br />In somber gray sky.<br /><br />As I drool over salted jujubes and taste the high..<br /><br />And lone as a dying soldier,<br />My squeamish torso wistfully shivers,<br />The twilight breeze gently whispers<br />Kissing my kiddish lips that quiver.<br /><br />The morning-sparrow-chirps soar high and high..<br /><br />My visions keep slithering in somber gray sky..<br /><br />Deep beneath, wails the turbid womb-<br />A cradle of lies..<br />Purple flies...Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-3791173208541964712010-12-09T00:01:00.000-08:002010-12-09T03:22:25.941-08:00Anyway!The first thing that comes to my mind<br />Oh! That's something upside down<br />And that something is my lovely spouse.<br />Wish she had her curly hair cut down<br />To the size of her pubic average. And my<br />Licking tongue'd dance with its hungry ptyalin.<br />Anyway! But she dressed up like a<br />Little fairy. Long gown. Though in my naked<br />Tub with the naughty showers, the coy squirts<br />Off the cleaved phallus couldn't make me<br />Undress her..My spouse..My muse..Anyway!<br />The clean shower was of no use. And the<br />Muscle slacked, while the hungry pouch<br />Puked with oblivion-white and that sticky..<br />Something...Whatever..That wasn't her anyway.<br />That's but the gown that folds itself<br />To hide her from my foul smelling<br />Teeth..The tiny pillars of my wolf-lust.<br />Mistrust. Anyway!<br />She was upside down..<br />As I struggled to reach 'her' puberty. <br />Anyway! But that's true. And mind you little wolves-<br />It was double-orgasm. And she had no underwear!<br /><br />Now no muck up please...<br />zzzzz...Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-36928007900602691502010-11-29T09:10:00.000-08:002010-11-30T01:07:36.276-08:00Blooming...Through a Child's EyeAs it seeks the warmth off bright vermilion<br />Little bud begins to bloom...<br />A transparent curtain drops<br />As the starving pupil learns-<br />to read Your vision.<br />And into its tiny world, intrudes Your universe<br />Sweetened with luke warm milk,<br />Glossy with lazy silk,<br />Red with Autumn rose,<br />Cozy with granny's prose,<br />Mystic with fairy tales,<br />Glittering with silver vales...<br /><br />And the little lies vie-<br />for a neverland<br />in the vision of that old child...<br /><br /><br />Tiny droplets of crystal tears-<br />Coalesce into sublime azure<br />Where fairies sprinkle mad showers<br />of jubilant rains,<br />Purple-tinted with blooming pains...<br />Receding lanes....<br />And the sailor sails through-<br />Trillions of tiny waves<br />of VIBGYOR dreams,<br />As the fearful voyage through the crimson white<br />Harbors at Your glowing black.....<br /><br />The little bud finally blooms<br />into a thorny red<br />Autumn Rose....Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-32405355487425907572010-11-28T05:02:00.000-08:002010-11-28T05:29:49.555-08:00Frail and ConcreteBeguiling despair has painted saffron on blue tinted royalty<br />And the red weeps at the smiling toddlers<br />Running across the busy street.<br /><br />Oh! the wicked cab<br />that swallows the young bud..<br />and reflects the old stud who shines....<br />And the kids-<br />falter with a raving gentle thud...<br /><br />Sister cries while Mrs. whines<br />And steals the glittering-<br />Golden ear-ring...<br />Some hundred woes fleet,<br />and some thousand woes they greet....<br /><br />And over the years<br />Thin limbs shrink<br />The abdomen swells<br />The eyes blink<br />And the cab shrieks...<br /><br />Deafening.<br /><br /><br /><br />Empty pail full of lies and stale rice of yesterday morning<br />Brewing with stench and squalor-<br />That lives within a mother's frowning<br />And a father lives his tiny life<br />On a crazy ride<br />On some malodorous toxic liquor....<br /><br />Drowning.<br /><br /><br /><br />Dutiful beer right at its place<br />To satiate the bulging adipose<br />And the whore's ear-ring kisses the Mister's<br />As the Mrs squirts......<br /><br />Caressing.<br /><br /><br /><br />The mighty takes<br />An unassailable lead...<br />As the black tinted words have begun weeping..<br /><br />We are all..<br /><br />Listening.Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-34205351818404806332010-11-26T23:57:00.001-08:002010-11-27T00:06:39.317-08:00Youth-AmnesiaI could not stand the undue rains<br />I could not stand the naked vales<br />I could not stand the tyrant clouds<br />As I can not stand my silver stains....<br /><br />I saw the smile rising in her eyes<br />As the lousy night sets in her lies,<br />And the dawn peeps through my starving pupil<br />As the crystal night spilled off her cries.....<br /><br />I could not stare at blinking stars<br />I could not think of saffron Mars<br />I could not gaze at glowing acacia<br />As I can not squint into needle-scars.<br /><br />I searched and found the lure of apple<br />As the lofty air tossed the maple.<br />And the morning breeze whispered into the ears,<br />As the crystal night turned into the tears....<br /><br />I peer through the twilight glasses<br />I tear apart the empty masses<br />I fear the night of fighting streets<br />As the rising shadow faintly greets...<br /><br /><br /><br />Out there in the middle weeps the sun<br />The winking moon's about to shun-<br />The purple lore and midnight whore...<br /><br />As the fire in the night sails ashore......Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-30130478037297396262010-11-13T02:52:00.001-08:002010-11-13T02:55:52.026-08:00Weeping Bot<b>Words eclipsed by the tumult of thoughts..<br />Beauty eclipsed by the smeared glasses..<br />Off its shadowy halo-<br />Purple whispers the butterfly-songs<br />As the feigned innocence is about to rot....<br />Let not the smile seethe beneath<br />As my squirming torso frets on the cot....</b>Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-7273368629504965922010-10-21T12:22:00.000-07:002010-10-22T11:45:37.845-07:00Center-land:an Infinite ContinuumClenching your fist, devouring the feast<br />You mourn for the street tailor to your east<br />While the sun sinks to your west<br />A whir of the machine from his nest<br />And you move to your west<br />with your clenched fist<br />Only to rediscover-<br />You are the center of divine<br />Where all his shadows rest.....Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-62168321811408979152010-10-19T05:18:00.000-07:002010-10-19T05:21:05.979-07:00Like Your Purging Pink Bloom<b>Bare and bold, it squirts<br />A tremor of images...<br />A cathartic haze......</b>Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-75056083692938532092010-09-15T12:11:00.001-07:002010-09-15T12:13:16.092-07:00Swirl of LiesWhile my eyes cry and search for flies<br />Like your never ending swirl of lies<br />Ogling stars glittering<br />Sordid pleasure tinkering<br />Flailing hands reach out to darkness of lightning...<br />Mother's lullaby, forlorn passer-by,<br />Drifting through mindless backgammon..<br />Words fear, tears jeer, faces summon-<br />Your eyes,<br />Your lies..<br />Your gray swirling lies...<br /><br /> <br />While your eyes smile and gaze at skies<br />Like your tapestry of broken lies<br />Gray and pink teetering<br />Purple star slithering<br />Swirling lies swiveled to grim azure quivering..<br /><br /> <br />Eyes and lies vie for self-less sublime<br />Some cries<br />Some lies<br />Some flocks of stray lies...Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-5753656076618929662010-08-31T10:37:00.000-07:002010-08-31T10:38:26.549-07:00Paula's LullabyWading through the waves of your seething thoughts<br />Waving back to receding woes of all sorts<br />High atop the hills awaits my weeping conscience<br />Deep beneath the seas...one dissipating resistance..<br /><br />Beyond these incessant rains..<br />It's the same old living hell.<br />Eyes of lies vie for something to tell....<br />One eye shivers, while other restrains...<br /><br />Like all your embellished dreams<br />Weaving a tapestry of broken colors<br />Sunken eyes strive to starve at midnight-<br />To see the mind-clock ticking making cold jeers-<br />At your tears while your fears fight....Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-39109140099993757642010-08-24T10:32:00.000-07:002010-08-24T10:33:22.164-07:00"Is This the Face of a Rat?"Sordid six colored spectrum tinkering with gray whores..<br />Chocolate dream unveiling swooning scarlet..<br />Sonorous hymn and screaming six strings...<br />Deep purple lying catatonic with swirling dust of seething dusk....<br />Surge of sunken thoughts swiveled into blue horizon..<br /><br />Desolate eyeballs moist with straw colored spirit of pungent odor<br />Streaks of freaking colors-<br />Rejuvenated with disintegrating shells off skeptic skeleton...<br /><br />Scrape the zest off salted lemon..<br />Burn the flesh of green tinted salmon..<br />Pleasure to displease and desires to summon..<br />Words play their luck in this weird backgammon....Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-4807128148697091102010-08-09T12:37:00.000-07:002010-08-09T12:38:19.376-07:00Morning CompartmentAshes and brown, your swirling purple gown<br />Velvet dreams of scarlet screams<br />Savoring cigarette whores and chocolate lovers<br />Fretting on one floor<br />Thoughts sail ashore<br />Quivering red beneath violent violet streams...<br /><br /><br />Love birds and hate scarecrow<br />Gray avenue of lust<br />Frail fantasies of your warmth on bereaved shoulder<br />Starving life and striving death<br />Double-coated on Paris wall..sordid silver...<br /><br />Indigo white spurts off phallic delusions<br />Teeming with tiny motile possessions <br />Ink soaked, words blur..<br />Swords die and colors shiver..<br />I wake up to find me-<br />Squirting alone....Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-79359765558231830822010-07-15T12:19:00.000-07:002010-07-15T12:20:22.822-07:00Jeer JingleScarlet stains sway above<br />Up in the sky, where birds fly<br />To wave a bard back home.<br /><br />Flowers bloom, amidst green womb-<br />His rejuvenated youth...<br /><br />Shines a pearl in eyes<br />Its color creeps in her lies-<br />Male order- malodorous...<br /><br />Rummaging about this life<br />Where's peace-disillusioned love?<br /><br /><br />Cryptic thoughts galore<br />Teeming in a void of joy<br />Fill in his world of pride.<br /><br />Endless gibberish...fades ink<br />Tangle of signs, heaving sigh.<br /><br />Cups full of liquor<br />Pour stale brown-a wet conscience...<br />One sisterly hug.<br /><br />Burning ashes, swirling gray<br />Remind him of father's cry.<br /><br /><br />Wistful philander<br />Romancing another girl...<br />Tinge of doleful smile.<br /><br />Happy glass, queen images-<br />Her sweet past, sweetened future.<br /><br />Happy tunes of mind<br />Drift past ecstatic purple...<br />Toxic sublime.<br /><br />Jubilant Beatles, fey Floyd<br />Swiveling into blue Hendrix.<br /><br /><br />Empty glass, forlorn ice-cubes...<br /><br /><br />Straw or brown<br />And,<br />Ink and paper.....Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-87189471932249771532010-07-06T11:53:00.000-07:002010-07-06T11:54:31.346-07:00Quest- Haiku<b>Promenading pain<br />scornfully asks,"Who are you?"<br />in a quest in vain.</b>Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-44104697190080484562010-07-06T11:50:00.000-07:002010-07-06T11:52:17.901-07:00Colored RogueOff its shadowy silhouette<br />Starkly outlined against crimson<br />Flailing to reach out to sublime gray<br />Pops up tiny indigo<br />Mingling pink, spread over burnt brown toast of yesterday morning.<br />Its stench green of rotten fungi<br />Pale with yawning yellow, weeping purple.<br />Stains of silver on shimmery scarlet<br />Turning into morbid mahogany....<br /><br />Off all colored whims on weird white<br />Eyes wake up to the call of a harsh bellow.<br />New dreams keep senses shrouded,-<br />Bereft of the estranged reality-<br />Of shadowy silhouette,<br />Of crimson refuge,<br />Of sublime gray,<br />Of indigo dot,<br />Of smothering pink,<br />Of stench green,<br />Of yawning yellow,<br />Of choked purple,<br />Of silver streaks<br />On splendid scarlet....<br /><br />It's Real dream, nothing but the morbid mahogany!Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-57715264619101599572010-07-03T09:07:00.001-07:002010-07-03T09:07:25.062-07:00Fuming 104Drops of straw liquor, tinged purple<br />Dripped into the void of mystic marvels<br />An endless voyage with seething turbulence beneath<br />Soul- the sailor sails ashore while aching limbs recede.<br />Immersed deep into a whirling abyss<br />Reminiscent of silky vortex of milky delusions<br />Smothered by creamy layers of immaculate desires<br />Senses imbued with mellow nectar leaking through sugar-coated sedatives.<br />Eyes gaze skyward, rusty reality grazing past irate irises<br />Fairy fragrance conjures scary images<br />Of smiles<br />Of cries<br />Of all your dubious juxtaposition<br />With my reveries-<br />My love,<br />My lust,-<br />A white dove,<br />A smear of rust!Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-89630622781644431432010-07-02T00:57:00.000-07:002010-07-02T01:00:52.814-07:00Sonnet of the SolipsistLet my thoughts gaze at my humble refuge-<br />Warm as her tender embrace in my dreams.<br />From far off the seas of sublime rage,<br />I color this world, while my logic beams.<br />Like harsh zephyr of her sly mysteries,<br />Senses recall the shackles of instinct.<br />Like the paradox of life-reveries,<br />Her cries tickle one old love- so succinct.<br />A queer silence of weeping enigma,<br />And I search for some cold purple marvels.<br />Mystic ties of endless lust- one stigma,-<br />Like one black ink smearing fuming rambles.<br />My world unfolds its primeval conflict,-<br />From lure to love, from life to being extinct.Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-22620132616816863352010-06-09T03:20:00.000-07:002010-06-09T03:21:00.251-07:00Whore<b>Page-<br />Rage.<br />Others-<br />Savage.<br />Thoughts-<br />Idiotic.<br />Triumphant-<br />Uncertainty.<br />Tears-<br />Enigmatic.</b>Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-84450027121309261392010-06-09T03:19:00.001-07:002010-07-02T02:24:48.927-07:00Dead CompanionFrail friendship fretting in foreboding<br />Of a funeral of one abandoned child,<br />Who dreamed of peace- a little seedling-<br />Emanating youth in his tender mind.<br /><br />Father beat him up,<br />Mother silently left him,<br />This little life was about to grow up.<br />One day, he saw his mother call him-<br />Back to one new warm abode, father's cane hushed up.<br /><br />No father, no pain,<br />It's like a blessed haven.<br />No hell of fright and no threat of malevolence.<br />Everywhere one motherly affection-<br />Parading a paradise in the peace of innocence.<br /><br />Father's eyes glisten in the same old hell,<br />And the thin slim cane conjures bitter memories.<br />So he longs for those days,<br />And he can not but yell-<br />At dead belongings burning in his eyes.<br /><br /><br />Suddenly I wake up with sweat beads on my forehead.<br />Things look dead though they gaze at me,<br />Ruminations rant and revolt in my void head,<br />And I plunge into my dream in my Real regime.<br /><br />Questions haunt me...<br />"Is it the hell or a haven-<br />Or my dream..<br />Or a reality<br />Where children scream??"Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-29305166829956465082010-06-07T23:03:00.001-07:002010-06-07T23:03:57.414-07:00Shame!<b>People die,<br />people cry<br />only<br />to<br />let slayers,<br />the real big players,<br />defy<br />laws-<br />big flaws!</b>Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610142891997517785.post-27934841763662107542010-06-07T10:43:00.001-07:002010-06-07T10:43:58.744-07:00Kingdom<b>Police<br />beating men,<br />malice<br />killing peace,-<br /><br />Haven.<br /><br /><br />Rulers<br />savoring sleep,<br />others<br />lost deep,-<br /><br />Ignorance.<br /><br /><br />Man,-<br /><br />Creep.</b>Sayandeep Kunduhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12994989880361627406noreply@blogger.com0