you

fresh from the bath

lingering freshness of nakedness

yet to be shed

the mind searches the cupboard

.

crumpled worn-out faded

sighing with soft musty smell

you lie hidden behind

the crisp the new the colorful

.

rummaging fingertips

pause feel linger

smoothen the creases

in fleeting moments remember

.

all that there was

all that there is

some undressed off the skin

some burnt into it

.

the nest

drifting strands of music
rustles the grass
in green meadows painted in the sky
.
ruffling my feathers as I gather

twigs of your thoughts
one after another after another
.
dry, dusty and brittle
.
softening them
with taste of our wetness
lingering in my beak
.
weaving a nest
in one nook of
the old sacred tree
.
where our silences
pause to listen
to dreams making love

.

a night, a drive and death

dark wind
sings as it dances
.
rooted in the sand
the lonely tree joins
.
shrubs whirl past
moving in reverse
limbs split to strands
by cold cutting wind
.
death licks the bugs
off the windscreen for starters
its breath frosting the glass
cutting off the road
.
reason panics
trapped inside
opens the window
takes flight
.
laughter shakes the car
upside down
the main course served
with warm sticky sauce
.
full, death explodes
embedding bits and pieces
deep inside the rest there
and a few away elsewhere
.

dreams

the dreams
are back
.
the cat
the raven
the snake
.
One ate
the Other’s cry
lest it pierce
the Third’s eye
.
but the Third’s eyes bore
twin holes in One
bleeding out the cry
taunting it to try
.
One wrapped the oozing cry
In its voice and went mute
the Other opened its beak
to swallow the echoes growling at the peaks
.
the Third uncoiled the time
blurring this piece of space
.
eyes flipped inside out
back
to the sets
of real illusion

monsoon afternoon

cubes of silence

fresh from the ice tray

slowly melt

.

on the bare back

of your whispers

half asleep

.

the fingers of my thoughts

trace the wet trail

teasing the skin

.

life pauses

listning to music

of aftternoon rain

.

your bedside clock beeps

struggling to push

the heavy time along

.

controlled insanity

deep purple patches
wearing goofy grins
skateboard wild n’ blind
up and down the dancing smile
.
strange winds blow away
crutches on amputed reason
blurring everything black and white
to smudging shades of colorful grey
.
little glowing dots
step out of dark nooks
lighting up uncurling tentacles
tickling insanity to life
.
come, piggyback ,
free fall with me
.
no chutes
no gliders
no net
.
smash down and paint
the dark gloomy sky
with splattering lovely red

.
or maybe

.
splash into the blue green
puddle of dreams
forever wet
.
what say
you

?

so said the woman---6

i want to make
a baby with you
.
allow our thoughts
to shed what they wear
hold hands and slowly slither
down and around
that untroden trail
many a time we saw
we sniffed and stood
panting
right at the edge
peering over the hedge
.
i want to make
a baby with you
.
allow our minds
to wander free
where hands wont touch
and the lips wont kiss
to those little dark corners
where the toungues long
to make music
to all those moves
shackled and buried deep
where music is deaf
and waltz is lame
.
i want to make
a baby with you
.
with
.
the colorful hues in your eyes
the fountain that bursts at my finger tips
those little sharp edges
scraped off your mind
and the warm sticky clay
spinning on the wheel inside me
where my hands dont reach

.
until

.
the tips of our hair tickles
and unfolds the skin
and the wiff of our breath
follows the tongue
making
rainbows explode
lighting the universe
.
i want to make
a baby with you

!

an old rhythm

an old rhythm plays, on the edge of the mind

.
the thoughts heaped up …like lots and lots of rusty old keys…tied up for long in the old cloth bag with musty smell of pickled monsoons tightly tied up with the frayed double knotted string

.
an old rhythm plays on the edge of the mind

.
the keys are heavy, rusty, some sticky, some smooth, some rough…they learn to breathe again as your whispers seep through the string and the folds and the fabric….bring in the scent of the dance and music from so far away…reaching inside riding the waves set off as you move your body to the sensuous beat

.
an old rhythm plays, on the edge of the mind

.
the fingers fumble at the knot, pretend to play with the breeze and return opening the belly button, releasing the trapped scent of damp forests firing up the blood hounds chasing the playful little rabbit hidden deep in the burrow

.
an old rhythm plays, on the edge of the mind

.
and spreads slowly swirling about from the far dark edges to the toe and all other tips and pores…ready to dissolve the layers of dried onion skins and almost touch the core

.
an old rhythm plays, on the edge of the mind

.
the keys clamor loud as the heart rolls in the empty tin box….and slowly fall silent as the music fades..falling in a heap again in the old old old bag

.
but the old rhythms plays on, on the edge and beyond the mind

:)

my mind, now

green fresh leaves
flavoring the sunlight
still some dried deadwood
dangling limp
chop chop chop

silence just smiles

dried silence like dead animal hide
cake of baked blood thick inside
cloaking the being still long after
the undress the caress and the kiss
.
smell of freshly squeezed honey
readies its long manicured fingers
to dig in and touch the sprout to life
but fumbles, fails, retreats
.
trapped inside, the beast roars
the silence smiles with silence
the blood, oozes in the warmth
the sprout screams in the darkness
stumbling about inside the seed

.

nite,pub,old friends

memories
crabwalk
tickling
sleepy
time-dunes
deep
.
green
florescent
fizz
frothing
thoughts
bubbling
laughter
.
rocking
floating
debris
clearing
sticky
muck
.
trapping
broken
moon
for
keeps

.

2008/9

between one
on
this side
and another
on
the other side
.
blink
.
just
a
blink

?

so said the woman---5

pain dissolves
like virgin dew
in sunrise
with your tender touch
.
the wandering breeze
is trapped in a basket
of strands of joy & guilt
interlocked and woven tight
.
inhibitions drop
like early autumn leaves
still a bit fleshy
patchy with colours
.
mind confused
body denied
soul hungry

.
why ?
why not?

?

sing

sing my mocking bird
sing till you die
clenching your eyes shut
just so you cant see
.
the songs lie trapped
in the labyrinth of your mind
its echos basting holes
even before the shrapnel found the skull
.
sing my mocking bird
sing as you lie
all is well and good

the world is the way it should

.

right now

like
the running spider
trapped by
a piece of cloth
soaked in kerosene
thrown over it

.
the mind is numb
waiting for the
burning matchstick
to strike

Blog 2nd Anniversary---repeat of 1st post

Life is a breeze and I am trying to grab the scent as it blows…….as one would grab the remnants of a dream before it fades, as one would linger on the look which races the heart beat , as one would etch the memory of the towering mountains before leaving the wilderness……scent comes in wisps…soft as a baby's touch and as pure as its smile…it is fleeting as the smile which touches the eyes, as haunting as the tune long forgotten…the scent of virgin rain on mud, the scent of mist rolling on the lake, the scent of sweat after love, the scent of invocation after the prayer, the scent of happiness as life blows…like a breeze......

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life continue to be a breeze......new scents, new voices, new feelings come along with it....some touch and move on riding the breeze....some linger...for a while, or forever.........

by the riverside

the crow came again
astride the silent cat
its shadow chilling the pain
of thoughts strung on my bait
.
as I fished in the river from nowhere
holding the mind on its end
still as the heart of the whore
dying alive buried in the sand
.
the cat drops a penny down the hole
dug by pimping crab strangling a song in its claw
the crow climbs and pecks the erect pole
as little mermaids with sewed-up lips take a bow
.
the whore sighs and mountains shift
the sand buries the penny deep
cat claws nail the thoughts to a cross for old theft
the crow pecks out the eyes which see and weep
.
the river, it still flows from nowhere
and i still fish with my rod, my bait
sometimes it is a snake or a dove who come here
and it just doesn’t seem to matter

.
why who when or what

.

diwali

gunshots
and bombs
explode
.
lighting up
the sky
blowing out
lights
.
in
innocent eyes
.
burnt smell
of fireworks
linger
.
mixing
with that of
burnt flesh
drying blood
rotting minds
.
can we
smash the diya

.
instead
touch a life
light a smile
just once
each day
?

no !

no

it is not

that

.

you are

a virgin

your mouth tastes

roasted tobacco

you think

Ayn Rand

is a saint

.

it is

just that

.

may be

just

may be

.

you are

too young

i am

too old

.

and

scared stiff

!

she, the mist and a breeze

soft touch
ruffling hair

drawing patters

on bare skin

.
like a
gentle breeze
sliding thru
gaps

.
in the

rolling mist

which

.
wraps
random thoughts
hides
wild stirrings
buries
them deep and safe

.
away from
the searching touch
of the
wandering breeze

.

rain----6

rain
wet
cold
breeze
.
pain
pit
stomach
freeze
.
knowin
yet
shutting
eyes
.
aim
shoot
kill
please
.

you, me & the beast

trapped

in my body

the beast

seemed tamed

.

till

.

bathed

in your sweat

.

drunk on

the sweet slime

you ooze

.

it broke

the web

of your wispers

.

climbed

the waves

of your heat

.

devoured me

skin bone

flesh & soul

.

spitting out

the mind

just alive

.

to

tell

the tale

.

so said the woman---4

you

.

a strange breeze

never seen

felt

smelt

before

.

flirting with

my dark tresses

.

gliding gently

though my

random thoughts

.

promises of

drenching rain

.

fantasies of

wild storms

.

making smiles

bloom

on parched desert

sand

.

1st poem, on love

when 12

you taught me

the A,B and C

of love

.

after Z

and practicals,

killing your love

and with its blood

.

i wrote

in red

.

the 1st poem

on love

.

blog friends & awards

like the tiny flutter of the wings of a little butterfly somewhere deep in the amazon jungle causes an avalanche in the snowy peaks of Alps.....the faint connect, smile on the lips, glitter in the eye as one reads a blogger's words from far, far away...something fleetingly touches the soul...a window is opened, the world suddenly looks brighter, richer, happier.

Thanks Maze and Peerti for the awards....I am awarding the Rockstar to ra...his writin rocks...check him out: http://iwantedanotherone.blogspot.com/
and the Friendship award toMirandian http://thisandthat-mirandian.blogspot.com/

let the tribe mutiply :)))

street rose

street rose

.
aroma
of hunger
wafting thru
eyes
dancing on
my restless guilt
.
oozing rashes
painted red
framed with
dried cum
on thin thighs
.
thorns
which pierce
not the skin
but the heart
sheathed
.
in laughter
that shatters
on the windshield
on rolled up glasses

.
keeping me
safe
.
far away
from the
forbidden touch

.

rain---5

rain

.

wet

sticky

cobwebs

.

cloudy

heavy

thoughts

.

spiders

dangling

mind

.

butterfly

trapped

.

wind

mute

.

life

death

life

.

that glance

the glance
connects
the moment
shatters

.
a thousand
slivers
fly
as thoughts
take wings

.
the heart
dance
yet skip
a beat

.
wrapping
what remains
of the moment
in silence

.

to treasure

.

triggered by the post "i am back" on Preeti's blog http://crashcoursecalledlife.blogspot.com/

silences

even our silences

have become different

.

mine

blows like a breeze

and eagles glide on it

fleetingly caressing

the mountains

made by yours

.

its warmth

still not enough

to melt

the icy peaks

.

reason

stumbles along

laughter sinks slowly

in stagnant feelings

.

the words touch

your raw wound

.

and

the wandering kite

is jerked down

.

when will

the thread

snap

?

.

ice maiden

icy winds

trapped in you

frost

your eyes

.

words freeze

leaving

the

ruby lips

.

blood stains

on them

glow

like fire flies

.

let me

pour my wine

in

your navel

.

chill it

a wee bit

before

i sip

.

!

thresholds

thresholds

.

drawn with toes

on water

.

etched with nails

on the breeze

.

fenced with thoughts

in the mind

.

blur melt and disappear

in the warmth

of your presence

.

why?

like a
.
heavy laden cloud
holding back
the rain
lest it
stain the earth
.
the restless ocean
smothering its waves
lest it
shatter the breeze
.
the full moon
hiding its light
lest it
blind
lovers in the night
.
why am I
so
with you
?

to death, my friend

i can smell
your lack of breath
as flowers wilt
in your path
.
i hear
the emptiness
you cloak with
rustle in my dreams
these nights

.
i can see
your yearning
reach out its tentacles
to wrap
my mind
.
i can touch
your heart's dilemma
as it swings
between what I know
and what you know
.
i can taste
chew & savor
fear
trapped in your chest
.
but why ,

my friend

?

so said the woman-3

i feel

the incredible lightness of being

having said

the unsaid

which is now

a feather

being blown about

the jerky movements

of your restless mind

.

i feel

the incredible lightness of being

having made

that tightness inside

melt

getting you unstuck

from my thoughts

.

i feel

the incredible lightness of being

having said

what i feel

waiting for you

to pluck it

from no man's land

.

universe

vast sky

lone star

.

a

black hole

deep hunger

.

orbits

fission

fusion

.

birth

rebirth

.

blink

.

Incessant raindrops

incessant rain drops

in my courtyard

falling on memories

with the rhythm

of old melodies

.

buried skeletons rise

dancing in tottering steps

dragging the spirit away

from the rain

and its wetness

.

to waltz away the night

locked in the arms of time

.

while

mind and body

sit and watch

the rain and the dance

from the threshold

.

how to write?

how to write
when you fight demons
skunks
and chimps that bite
.
one hand tied at the back
one wielding a sword to hack
.
a foot sinking deep
in whirlpools of time
another tripping on carcass
of dead dragons and men
.
when spirits wail
haunted where they rest
scaring the maidens
who dance in the mist
.
bare backs painted
with blood from the sword
tattoos made
with needle teeth
.
how to write

when you fight

?

i am, therefore ?

i am

the thoughts

strandes of sandstorm

scattered across

vast spaces in time

.

i am

the feelings

tidal waves

trapped and hidden

by the web of moonlight

in the ocean

.

i am

the image

in the mirror

of your mind

a bit faded here

a bit broken there

a bit kept polished

by

what could have been

what could yet be

.

i am

the body

aspiration of

a vain soul

struggling for expression

thru layers of

colours, textures and scent

.

well

i am...

.

wtf?

.

passion fruit

the dark curly tresses
gently caress my words
waltzing around
to touch your mind
.
moonlight wrap your smile
millions of little broken
peices of shattered glass
find a reason
to glow deep inside
.
long lashes tickle my breath
as i kiss the twin buds to bloom
wafting woman fragrance
get the gentle breeze drunk
.
reason and logic melt
as dark coals are kindled
the snake slithers in the darkness
towards the forbidden fruit
.

so said the woman-2

let me

.

swim

in your skin

.

follow

the trail

of your mind

surfing

the waves

.

straddle hidden

volcanoes

that erupt

inside me

.

reach

the womb

of the shadow

of the moon

.

where

i will sleep

.

just a little

while

.

the beast smiles

the beast smiles

.

the kitten is eaten

by its mother

as the snake uncoils

in her womb

.

what is

is devoured

what is to be

lie trapped inside

.

dropped at death

yet not claimed by birth

time clings for life

on the smile

.

the beast obliges

the beast smiles

.

the world shudders

.

Written on 19th B'day

19 years ago

.

in my ma's womb i lay

the darkness suffocating me

its walls seem to say

you are a prisoner

.

i kicked and i pushed

and struggled in vain

with her each moan of pain

i smiled

.

i came out at last

covered with bloody waste

.

but

.

only the cage is bigger

am still a prisoner

.

and

.

the first breath

of life

was a cry

of anguish

.

echo-ing still

all over

.

poverty & richness

poverty

when the layers and layers

i wrap myself around with

rob the richness buried inside

from sharing, expressing

touching the world

outside

.

richness

when the desolate

barren poverty outside

cant seep inside

but

change to something beautiful

touched by that

faint little glow

deep inside

.

your words--2

your words

incessant rain drops

making wet translucent patches

on the veil

.

glimpses of

beautiful shadows

of hidden silence

waiting for the waltz

.

rain drops turn midnight mist

as music plays

still wraping the silence

buried deep within

.

mushroom at a cemetery

childhood

safely buried

6 feet under

drugs, abuse and sex

.

some little softness

burnt to ashes

on which dogs roll

around funeral pyres

.

naked innocence

freshly bathed

left for vultures

on the mute towers

of indefference

.

as

.

sparkling eyes

hold back

hungry hands

reaching for

the spat chewing gum

.

only

the red flowers

in the hand

wither in shame

.

so said the woman

stranger, when we meet

pl remember

you dont know me
any better than I know myself
.
so
.
after we smile at sunsets
share the walk in the rain
bring out the shy side of the moon
tickle each funny bone

.

when i throw the icecream

in a tantrum at your face

make me lick it off
dont sulk

.

when I dance on the table top

after two tequilas

with my skirt riding high

flirting with your friend

with Brad Pitt butt

drag me home

and love me

.

boz my world has (and needs)

a few jagged edges

to keep me alive

.

as much as
you are you

I would still be
me

:)

doubt

strands of hair

on your shirt

but no thread of guilt

in your smile

.

slight smudge of lipstick

on your collar

but no shadow hiding

the twinkle in your eyes

.

wisp of her smell

on your body

but no trace of tiredness

in your eagerness

.

vines of doubt

hanging from my mind

but nothing to swing

or tie you up with

!

happiness

soft little feather
escapes the thick foliage
dances thru the sieved light
soft strands tickling
.
slowly floats
down the forgotten well
savoring the silence
slicing thick air
.
touching the cold
unseen ripples
spreading thru the deep pool
a bit of spray
.
jumps up
drenching the musty walls
refreshing dampness
sweet smell swells
.
if
no one’s seen this
heard this
felt this
.
did it happen

ever

?

sculptured time, muddled glance

time escapes
as the bud blooms
.
the stolen fragrance unwraps
from fleeing time
jumps
clinging to your glance
in mid flight
.
cold and shivering
time falls frozen
.
slivers of it flying
as mind chisels
sculpturing your
timeless eyes
.
fragrance mates the glance
meanwhile
watching virgin bats
lose their sight
flaps the fragrance
to hells gate
.
free at last
the glance seeks mine
hidden somewhere

long time back

.

last night

stormy night
hunger howls
a wolf yearning
scalded by moon light
.
the beast prowls
stinky bars
icy winds bite
n’ chew random thoughts
.
a whore screams
locusts descend
cleaning the flesh
off bones of pretty men
.
the snake uncoils
freeing the bound silence
a ransom sought
none paid
.
something killed
something raped
something buried

something freed

.