Thursday, January 27, 2011

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!

Monday, January 24, 2011

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!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

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!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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!