Souvenir

An old battle woke me up.

Like a lost child, it begins

to seek the forgotten paths

of triumph and time.

At the threshold of dawn

I rise with healed wings,

remembering how I fought

with a heart-unarmored.

Retrieve

The truth steps in quietly

with its yearning feet that

lie in timeless love and wait.

Where else can a bruised heart stop?

That Never Leaves

Hold me ceaselessly

as I drown in time.

Letter to Image

Humbly behold dear heart,

how grief has rescued you 

from tragedy of a lone winter.

Fossilized Love

When stars, feathers and the Self fall,

My little God, I search for you

beyond light, words and universe.

I weave the non-existent time

through evacuated memoirs of this flesh,

engulfed by the unreality of a lost heart.

Dear God, How many miles more to eternity?

W (e) a v e

You are an ocean tide
Feeble.
Come to me!
Quietly.
Carry me to the depths
Of your
Endurance.

Telescopic Love

All those inviolable scars

chiseled into stars of hope

make you more spotless.

My Scattered God

God is a storm,

brewing my heart

for countless whelms.

God is a vagina,

spurting the love

in more silence.

God is a teardrop,

gushing in pain

that unfetters.

God is never,

a still slaughter

in a sole image.

Free

Our parted halves

twine around a few

days, hours and seconds,

that hinder this harmony

of being endlessly born

into each other until  

this physical peonage,

breaks apart loudly

with sweet pain that

unwind us towards

winds of first love

which undoubtedly

inspire and retrieves

at each moment

we die to our bodies,

while beginning to

abide in The Light!

Nest

Mysterious tribulations
break the dejected graves,
of yesterday's immense isolation,
revealing crevice of brokenness,
through which i travel into shade,
of the hideaway for my soul!

Sky

A silent bird flies,

in the ending dusk,

seeking lost truth,
of ceasing humanity,
until the solitary sun,
choose to rise within.

Under

Memory of this love,

calmly fall to ground,

flow as tears and words

drench my feet under which

I could tightly grip the wound, 

against the frozen rock

that let me stand,

in the reverting droughts,

of my unresolved heart !

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!

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.

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.--------

The Unwanted

These tiny creatures are released onto the earth,
From the heavenly capture, so mysteriously angelic,
Planet wildly engulfs their lives! Generations and races,
Without an answer, to unknown questions,
Is it the flaw of the creation? To curse the innocence?
Is this bereaving existence, Pre-destined on the mind of creator?
Is there a divine judgment, for the result of “fate”?
Was hope ever been, Promised to humanity?

Soak

To find life beneath the deepest ocean,
On the highest mountain,
In the driest desert and the coldest glacier,
And deep down in the crystal rocks,
Under the sediments and everywhere,
The whole earth to absorb “life”,
Every minute detail to reveal “life”,
It’s God who soaked the Earth in life !

But, let me see life throbbing deep pain,
Reflecting on the palm of a dusty hand,
Brooding silently in the filthy dark,
In the hearts that ache for hunger,
And in bosoms that concave with ire.
The broken sheds collapse as broken lives,
Soiled clothes! Burying souls beneath earth,
Its “Human” who need to soak life in “Love”!

-Deep ; 3rd March, '10