Poison Sea

I suffer this disease,

Of ‘lost-love’,

Multiplying Images,

Of demolished castles,

Collide and crash,

In emptiness and absence,

Blasting each life cell,

In the aching body

That walks alone…

Towards the starless sky,

That’s lost like a corpse,

In the waterless ocean,

In the void –

Each second dies,

Like a falling star,

To the ground,

Like falling tear drop.

This pain lives forever,

This wound isn’t old,

This love becomes strange,

Each moment I die,

With anguish for the lost-love.

I stand here,

Drenched in raining pain,

In remembrance,

In wait,

I kill myself infinite times,

With dagger of your image,

I masturbate in tears,

Till my bed sink and float,

In blood and tears,

Mixed like lust and love.

Like pain and words,

I suffocate tremendously,

In Loneliness and Love,

This night I stare,

At the vast sky,

Wondering if u were der,

Unreachable to love.

Death and Me.

Bless me with love,

Not to love is ‘death’,

But, to love is also ‘death’.

So, I drag myself close in bed,

As my prayers shower back,

Like the ruins of greatest empires.

When war is the condition,

When silence is the fruit,

When ‘love’ becomes an out-caste,

Life attains its meaning in death.

So, I longed endlessly for its touch.

My suffering began to flourish – in ‘death’.

Death sleeps beside me each night,

So intimate and so close lover,

I suck its breasts in pain,

I discover infinite orgasms,

In floating tears…flowing,

This death becomes one with me,

Deep inside of me, I discover…

Love, “Death’ is your other name!”

God, ‘death’ is your precious blessing!

Body

My body suffers with pseudo stigma of the physical.

Why didn’t God let my breast grow inwards?

So that u cud drive into me and caress from within,

The fruits of passion ; Tender and Juicy.

The inseparable curves of my unending desire!

So, I turned inside out - In love, with love, by love.

To let you reach my inner fruits those are,

Internally hidden for an eternal touch.

I waited tirelessly; I am still waiting unclothed ---
Peel of my skin! Chop off my breasts! as i retrieve to death,  

Not knowing how to turn outside-in again!

Good Bye Love!

This love,

Never ends.

Living to die again,

Healing to wound again,

It exists in remembrance,

It dies in forgetfulness.

To tear apart,

To bring closer.

This evening,

I scribble a thousand words,

In your absent presence.

As you strangle my love,

For reasons and results,

In hesitation and doubt,

I die a second time,

In your silence.

Cremate

I try to forget love,

I try to forget pain,

I try to forget tears,

As the massive tides chase,

Quick to devour Life…!

I run away,

From the memories,

Haunting painfully,

In loneliness, In silence.

In absence.

I dare not to search,

The lost heart,

The vanished magic,

In the wounded ocean,

Of my endless tear drop!

As I forget you, I forget love.

As I forget love, I forget life.

As I forget life, I forget myself!

As I forget myself, I forget to write…

So this poem ends - burning alive !

- In remembrance of the Dead Love.

Cemetery

I discover love,

In the vision,

That befalls calmly,

Before the dawn.

The leading fire,

to unopened eyes,

burns within,

The love light.

I wake up,

and see the day light,

That obscures

My loved dreams.

In the darkness,

Of the mid-day,

I search intensely,

For the dead love!

So, I wait,

Till the hour,

Of fleeting dusk,

To touch love,

In endless death.

Creation

With open eyes,

Listen to my whispers,

As I move, fly and swim.

Because…

I speak ‘love’ to u,

Be my ‘word’!

Battle

If I had the power to bring back love,

If I could leap back into lost hours,

If I were not human,

If it wasn’t love,

I would’ve fought these gushing tears,

Rushing at the brim of my throat,

Making me so powerless tonight!

Suicide

I creep heavily,
like a pregnant whore.
Fully loaded with "nostalgic fluids",
I suffocate in the last moments.
Through the dark tunnels,
worms crawl in anger,
onto my bulged pain!

I shrink towards death.
The unborn agony,
Ejaculates inwards,
Poisoning every vein,
Demise of Heart!

I rush in madness,
Wander like an outcast.
And I stop at the fissure of deep wound,
look through the ruptured opening,
within the bleeding cut,
I discover my"self",
Throbbing for death!

I cease to breath,
to become one with the wound,
that dwells within,
In silence.

An Anatomy of a De-freezing Self.

 I travel
 Through ------
  Diffusion.
    Irreversible Time.
     Dissected Home.
       A Chosen Intelligence.
       A Driven Heart.
         S P L T T I N G   S E L F.
           Disuniting --------
            Convulsions!
Scattered Nerves!
Thunder! Roar!
Darkness!
Flood!
Fear!
War!
I...
   ---------- Immovable Time ------------
                      Rapid Pain
                 Extreme Acceleration.
                                                               B U R ST !!!
                                                       
                                                           Silence. Sleep. Self.
                                                                     Found.
                                                                        Death's Head.
                                                                            Buried.
                                                                               Night.
                                                                  --------------------------
Dawn.
   Drawn.
      Discovery.
        Driven.
           I Travel.
             Towards.
              ----------The Beginning.--------

Lover Guest!

To you I sang...
Silent songs of "Love",
I ripped open my flesh,
- in Innocence and Purity!
Like a child... I ran unto your image,
But, At your distant touch,
and immovable heart for me,
i lay weeping in cold,
right next to your door!
Because...
You gauged the shores of my love with yardsticks!
I crash, collapse and cease to exist,
because u ask me to empty the streams,
to dry up the oceans,
to be calm when the tides are high,
and nailed me to the floor - Bleeding!
I feel so lifeless - being dragged to death!
Just tears...

Dreams weaned

I wanted to tell you,
My stories,
Of love.
Of innocence.
Of madness.
So i dug them,
From the depths of my heart,
I told you,
Like a baby,
I sucked and clung,
to the dreams of love.

I started telling,
my longing tales,
to your milky breasts,
which promised to feed,
the longing,
and pain,
remained unreal,
at the hope.

One day,
Dreams are weaned,
As we speak different languages,
and the stories are unheard,
And eternal blindness,
Masked your eyes,
to look through,
the stories of my love,
of my language!

Pearl

The thought slipped into halt,

At the lacuna of your image,

Painted on dreamed concave,

Of hollow tear drop!

Like the preciousness stored,

In the silence of an oyster,

You exist in my nothingness,

Vacuum gushes within!

As I remember the quietness,

Of your void glances,

Am driven into your absence,

Dwelling in crevices of love!

Jasmine

Fragrance consumed.

Memories lure.

And the earth revolves,

Backwards.

Summer blooms.

Jasmines,

Pressed on my bed,

Turn red and wet.

Splash of fire,

Eject,

Burn.

Ashes from the past,

Fly to me,

Like ravens.

Heart loaf,

On the table,

Juicy.

You dine.

Blinded.

Every night.
I bleed within.

And I wake up,

Fresh jasmines,

New Born,

With old nightmares.

The earth revolves,

Again. 

Bubble

At my touch, it exploded!

Fragile or fierce?

Happily never after,

Dissent or assent?

Cuz at your touch,

I exploded!

Creeper

Fastened,
Twisted, twined around,
like a babe that's clung tightly,
sucking  mamma's milk,
in warmth and home,
press tight, closely breathing,
like fondling of a young lover,
to his virgin mistress at dusk,
it curls, the new born - thought,
to the psyche!
It grows,
extends,
creeps,
coils around
mind and time!

Love's Catastrophe

I open my eyes into another world,

The untouched universe of my mind,

I stood there amongst the floating whirlpool of smoke,

In white and heaven,

In silence and myself!

These clouds of heart moved apart in transparency,

In innocence and freshness,

I see you, the image of my past, the history of love,

A part of my heart’s flesh, you stand there,

I stand here!

I stretched my arm to touch you,

The first touch that any human can ever feel,

The unadulterated touch,

Like the healer’s hand that touched the dead girl,

Brought alive a world, a universe erupted like a volcano,

At that purity!

The unending ocean streamed through me,

Open your eyes beloved,

To witness; before the veils of time separate us,

Before your image dissolve into darkness!

One thought of faith, a curtain dropped between us,

Of wedding, another dropped from the skies into our minds,

Infinite masks we wear and thousands amid our existences,

Do we wish to touch each other like the blind?

Make love with closed eyes?

We breathe in heaven; sleep in those mild whirlpools of love,

Those burn all these cloaks between us,

I burn alive in these flames of revolution,

The white ashes of love waver in heaven, in silence,

I float in the whirlpool of smoke from the holocaust!

Can I ever touch you in death?
But we never touched life when alive!

Trauma

The Distorted broken Bricks,
Stand in black; the cold fossils,
Plunge down with Grey fatigue,
Drop like drops of boiled sweat,
Hit the sinking floor of time,
This unconscious collision emit,
Noxious stench of culture,
Running vigorously in thick and red,
In each cell of the drunken bodies,
Constructed to destruct,
Taming the savage existence!

High - Pitch - Love

You rub against the broken walls,

Of my fragmented feelings,

This friction began to flow,

Into my sinless silent nerves,

Bleeding in high pitch,

These thoughts of you,

Poisoned me with “love”,

Burning me alive in the depths,

Of you eluding to melt in me,

Beyond the walls, into the veins!