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..

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...

Pills

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...

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...

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...

Anyway!

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...
zzzzz...

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....

Frail and Concrete

Beguiling despair has painted saffron on blue tinted royalty
And the red weeps at the smiling toddlers
Running across the busy street.

Oh! the wicked cab
that swallows the young bud..
and reflects the old stud who shines....
And the kids-
falter with a raving gentle thud...

Sister cries while Mrs. whines
And steals the glittering-
Golden ear-ring...
Some hundred woes fleet,
and some thousand woes they greet....

And over the years
Thin limbs shrink
The abdomen swells
The eyes blink
And the cab shrieks...

Deafening.



Empty pail full of lies and stale rice of yesterday morning
Brewing with stench and squalor-
That lives within a mother's frowning
And a father lives his tiny life
On a crazy ride
On some malodorous toxic liquor....

Drowning.



Dutiful beer right at its place
To satiate the bulging adipose
And the whore's ear-ring kisses the Mister's
As the Mrs squirts......

Caressing.



The mighty takes
An unassailable lead...
As the black tinted words have begun weeping..

We are all..

Listening.

Youth-Amnesia

I could not stand the undue rains
I could not stand the naked vales
I could not stand the tyrant clouds
As I can not stand my silver stains....

I saw the smile rising in her eyes
As the lousy night sets in her lies,
And the dawn peeps through my starving pupil
As the crystal night spilled off her cries.....

I could not stare at blinking stars
I could not think of saffron Mars
I could not gaze at glowing acacia
As I can not squint into needle-scars.

I searched and found the lure of apple
As the lofty air tossed the maple.
And the morning breeze whispered into the ears,
As the crystal night turned into the tears....

I peer through the twilight glasses
I tear apart the empty masses
I fear the night of fighting streets
As the rising shadow faintly greets...



Out there in the middle weeps the sun
The winking moon's about to shun-
The purple lore and midnight whore...

As the fire in the night sails ashore......

Weeping Bot

Words eclipsed by the tumult of thoughts..
Beauty eclipsed by the smeared glasses..
Off its shadowy halo-
Purple whispers the butterfly-songs
As the feigned innocence is about to rot....
Let not the smile seethe beneath
As my squirming torso frets on the cot....

Center-land:an Infinite Continuum

Clenching your fist, devouring the feast
You mourn for the street tailor to your east
While the sun sinks to your west
A whir of the machine from his nest
And you move to your west
with your clenched fist
Only to rediscover-
You are the center of divine
Where all his shadows rest.....

Like Your Purging Pink Bloom

Bare and bold, it squirts
A tremor of images...
A cathartic haze......

Swirl of Lies

While my eyes cry and search for flies
Like your never ending swirl of lies
Ogling stars glittering
Sordid pleasure tinkering
Flailing hands reach out to darkness of lightning...
Mother's lullaby, forlorn passer-by,
Drifting through mindless backgammon..
Words fear, tears jeer, faces summon-
Your eyes,
Your lies..
Your gray swirling lies...


While your eyes smile and gaze at skies
Like your tapestry of broken lies
Gray and pink teetering
Purple star slithering
Swirling lies swiveled to grim azure quivering..


Eyes and lies vie for self-less sublime
Some cries
Some lies
Some flocks of stray lies...

Paula's Lullaby

Wading through the waves of your seething thoughts
Waving back to receding woes of all sorts
High atop the hills awaits my weeping conscience
Deep beneath the seas...one dissipating resistance..

Beyond these incessant rains..
It's the same old living hell.
Eyes of lies vie for something to tell....
One eye shivers, while other restrains...

Like all your embellished dreams
Weaving a tapestry of broken colors
Sunken eyes strive to starve at midnight-
To see the mind-clock ticking making cold jeers-
At your tears while your fears fight....

"Is This the Face of a Rat?"

Sordid six colored spectrum tinkering with gray whores..
Chocolate dream unveiling swooning scarlet..
Sonorous hymn and screaming six strings...
Deep purple lying catatonic with swirling dust of seething dusk....
Surge of sunken thoughts swiveled into blue horizon..

Desolate eyeballs moist with straw colored spirit of pungent odor
Streaks of freaking colors-
Rejuvenated with disintegrating shells off skeptic skeleton...

Scrape the zest off salted lemon..
Burn the flesh of green tinted salmon..
Pleasure to displease and desires to summon..
Words play their luck in this weird backgammon....

Morning Compartment

Ashes and brown, your swirling purple gown
Velvet dreams of scarlet screams
Savoring cigarette whores and chocolate lovers
Fretting on one floor
Thoughts sail ashore
Quivering red beneath violent violet streams...


Love birds and hate scarecrow
Gray avenue of lust
Frail fantasies of your warmth on bereaved shoulder
Starving life and striving death
Double-coated on Paris wall..sordid silver...

Indigo white spurts off phallic delusions
Teeming with tiny motile possessions
Ink soaked, words blur..
Swords die and colors shiver..
I wake up to find me-
Squirting alone....

Jeer Jingle

Scarlet stains sway above
Up in the sky, where birds fly
To wave a bard back home.

Flowers bloom, amidst green womb-
His rejuvenated youth...

Shines a pearl in eyes
Its color creeps in her lies-
Male order- malodorous...

Rummaging about this life
Where's peace-disillusioned love?


Cryptic thoughts galore
Teeming in a void of joy
Fill in his world of pride.

Endless gibberish...fades ink
Tangle of signs, heaving sigh.

Cups full of liquor
Pour stale brown-a wet conscience...
One sisterly hug.

Burning ashes, swirling gray
Remind him of father's cry.


Wistful philander
Romancing another girl...
Tinge of doleful smile.

Happy glass, queen images-
Her sweet past, sweetened future.

Happy tunes of mind
Drift past ecstatic purple...
Toxic sublime.

Jubilant Beatles, fey Floyd
Swiveling into blue Hendrix.


Empty glass, forlorn ice-cubes...


Straw or brown
And,
Ink and paper.....

Quest- Haiku

Promenading pain
scornfully asks,"Who are you?"
in a quest in vain.

Colored Rogue

Off its shadowy silhouette
Starkly outlined against crimson
Flailing to reach out to sublime gray
Pops up tiny indigo
Mingling pink, spread over burnt brown toast of yesterday morning.
Its stench green of rotten fungi
Pale with yawning yellow, weeping purple.
Stains of silver on shimmery scarlet
Turning into morbid mahogany....

Off all colored whims on weird white
Eyes wake up to the call of a harsh bellow.
New dreams keep senses shrouded,-
Bereft of the estranged reality-
Of shadowy silhouette,
Of crimson refuge,
Of sublime gray,
Of indigo dot,
Of smothering pink,
Of stench green,
Of yawning yellow,
Of choked purple,
Of silver streaks
On splendid scarlet....

It's Real dream, nothing but the morbid mahogany!

Fuming 104

Drops of straw liquor, tinged purple
Dripped into the void of mystic marvels
An endless voyage with seething turbulence beneath
Soul- the sailor sails ashore while aching limbs recede.
Immersed deep into a whirling abyss
Reminiscent of silky vortex of milky delusions
Smothered by creamy layers of immaculate desires
Senses imbued with mellow nectar leaking through sugar-coated sedatives.
Eyes gaze skyward, rusty reality grazing past irate irises
Fairy fragrance conjures scary images
Of smiles
Of cries
Of all your dubious juxtaposition
With my reveries-
My love,
My lust,-
A white dove,
A smear of rust!