Friday, December 28, 2007

under the street tree

under the street tree
frozen bits
of dogs pee
as they stick
to her little lips
smiling with
the X-mas dream
santa lost his way
and so also the wolf
as trees you know
don’t sprout chimneys

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Here lies santa

here lies
the 1st lie
the 1st bribe
putting a price
for being “good”
the 1st abdication
by absolute powers
of their accountability
the first carrot to conform
first blame on forces beyond
for dead dreams dreamt thru the year

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

My shrink died

my shrink died
in the trench
fragments of
his analysis
embedded in my brain
like shrapnel
clawed out with
blunt needles
bleeding nails
dreams of death
This was triggered by an old post by Anki ( ) Check her Sept 07 archive for "Case study 1515 BSC" --- Great writing!

Friday, December 14, 2007

the stage, us and the dance

we were two
in our own wombs
sitting dormant
like dressed mannequins
no smell of life
from this man and woman
no sound of breath
just the stillness of death
the throbbing of the restless soul
trapped in the hollow stage
insane with waiting for the call
to break out of this spot-lit cage
till the old man's worn out hands
beat the soft slow rhythm
and filtered flavoured strands of light
etching patterns on the frame
oh, we took life tottering steps
like dancers on swan-off legs
steep desire, pain and anger
on edges of sanity
licking sweet danger
dancing for the gods we slay
and the little demons we pray
the nests we break
the tears and joy we fake
the truth is the smell of sweat
of dance, swirling mist and dust
the truth is the old mans hands
the deafening silence of the band

Wednesday, December 5, 2007


what we shared
warms the feet
with its fur
what we did not share
strains to break free
almost breaking
the leash

Thursday, November 29, 2007

The menu

for him :
fried legs of my mind
to bite with his pint
bits of my soul
on tooth picks
for him to nibble
though it makes him sick
peeled whole body
just warmed a bit
moving as he like it
to a slow slow beat
for you:
a lame mind to tickle
before it fully rots
same bits of soul
to taste
before it reach
the bin
smell of my body
to keep
before it dries up
in the sun

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

The union

the breeze glides lightly
the wines caress your face
etched on the rocks
thirtysix buds bloom
around and below your navel
and the valley down
my fingertips wisper
sweet nothings
to yesterday's goosepimples
the lips move up and around
tracing the sound of waterfall
trapped in the cave
under your breast
the nip's in the air
and dampness and sweet smell
of earth after the first rain
and its wetness.
caged in the mind
the heart flutters
in anticipation of release

Saturday, November 24, 2007

1st Anniversary of blog--1st post repeat

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......


life continues to blow like a breeze after a year....yipppieee!!!!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

7 random thoughts on oneself--prats' tag

every thing has a reason
so chill and just have fun


loves heights, depths
free fall
but panics in 4ft pool
strange but true


scared of being owned possesed tamed
scared of owning possessing taming
needs to be

four/ loves the stranger

feel suddenly connected
to many an arbit starnger
popping up from nowhere

five/bee hive

mind is a buzz
driving me nuts
thousand and one bees
in a bee hive
loves snakes, waves, creative minds
sensous bodies
stillness of darkness

seven/ hell & heaven

god and devil

are trapped here
kicking the soul to & fro
hell and heaven

Prat ( tagged me. Pl check her blog...good reading+rules of the tag (taking an easy way out :)

I tag...some of those who touch me as I read:







Wednesday, November 14, 2007

me and the sea--3

sailed thru
on the still waters
of my
once touched
never the same

Wednesday, November 7, 2007


dry eyes
damp sky
bursting fire
rainbow blood
aroma of hope
ushered in stealthily
fugitive returns home
apologetic of existence
lying bare on the floor
to be touched kissed
hugged and loved
silently waiting

Saturday, November 3, 2007


when the pain becomes
colorful joy
seeping thru goose pimples
when the same joy eats
up your soul
peeling raw skin
moments of
total destruction
shaking the dead gods alive
from their slumber
killing those alive
dancing on their ashes
pure uncontaminated
bright colorful darkness
caught in
momentary timeless void
deep within

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

a frog, a heart and a few nails

intersections shift and blur
as the breeze blows
mind nails it down
like frog on a board
amazing that the heart
is throbing still
have the nails
begun to dance

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

me and the sea---2

the sea-serpent
in calm waters
head still
and smiling
its coiled body
caresses the green darkness
deep below
bringing alive
some long dead and decayed
killing in its hug
some alive and pulsing
searching feeling loving learning
the depths
the time

Saturday, October 20, 2007

me and the sea---1

the dark princess
forces herself
deep inside
my gut
inside out
for sky to reflect
the world to see

Friday, October 12, 2007


the wound up
will let go
the spring
will lie
all over
covering words
yet to be
the sea and ship
distant lands
blue mermaids
will be back
and rescue
the words
unlock the comments
bye till then

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Nursery Rhyme-Catcher in the Rye

catcher in the rye
wearing purple tie
watching life go by
asking why why why
catcher in the rye
dancing with great joy
hiding a heart which cry
but refusing to lie
catcher in the rye
eating pudding n pie
planning how to flee
kiss the world bye bye
catcher in the rye
a mirror hung so high
god seeing his own eye
just now, you cant die!

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Waiting for the snakeman

the sun climbs
but the breeze still chills
the sunflower turns its back
& looks down the westward track
blue green butterflies
sprout from the shadows
dance to hidden melodies
& strips off the colors
waltzing in the darkness
that creeps up the westward path
like mist moving in oceans depth
as sure and soft as the snakeman's touch
the air turn dark, as dark as heaven
as sharp as desire waiting to burst
as black fantasies taking wings as a raven
as wild & cold as the snakeman's heart
the darkness hides the pulsating rhythm
which dances with my rising fear
and at the tune of his magic hymn
flips me over, all longings bare
my little toe tickled by his darting tongue
like butterflies dancing on the edge of my soul
while some small thing inside gets ready to die young
pushing small pins into this little doll
raw feelings slither & slip as he glides in
his slits eyes as clear as pure sin
& i touch and taste the sweet snake smell
pink moisture turns purple wet as emotions swell
will the fangs be bare, will today he dare
or will they stay sheathed, will he spare
butterflies tell me
what says my soul

Sunday, September 30, 2007

You, me and the stranger

soft looks
tender silences
the stranger
creeps in
between us
i love
your trying
to hold him
but he
slides in
i'm scared

Wednesday, September 26, 2007


a line across
and it was horizon

a circle and dots
made sun and birds

few shades of gray
and there were clouds
and life
was breathed in
the sun set
birds flew home
clouds rained out
hangs upside down
in the void

in the closed
sketch book
roams free

Thursday, September 20, 2007

me, you and the crowd

i can see
your tentacles move
like snaky thoughts
in the crowd
intensely seeking
to enter
my senses
my pores
i have kissed
your woman
and sucked out
your smell
your taste
the fear
you ejaculated inside
so I can see
the luminous presence
of your shadow
the hidden body
as I dance around
the swirling
of you
scarring many
in the crowd

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Black widow

i plucked
the bluebird's song
with the hook of nagging memories
to fill the clefts
in my mind
i trapped
the smell of erotic dreams
by blowing smoke rings
to trade for
a peep
into your heart
there i caught
a spider cheating the one she loved
making love to another
and eating him up
still i scoop out
your racing heartbeat
into an ice bucket
to serve chilled with wine
for you, me and him
who would you love
who would you eat
who would you cheat
to love
who would you love
to eat

Monday, September 10, 2007

Your mind, my body

my body
grope for
your mind
to touch
to its movements
as your body
demand mine
in sacrifice
in return

Thursday, September 6, 2007

God, who?

as I read
raaji’s blog
somewhere I saw
thru the smog
that a few
little girls
just got sold
a school boy
with a gun for a toy
shot his buddies
really and truly
and my turn
is next
as we gang rape
the earth
again and
god who?
and you
and what we
Triggered by the post "I thank you, Lord" by Raaji at her blog: (one of my favourites :))

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Our Meeting

we are two
points on a circle
but facing
walking around
on its sharp edge
to meet
we could have
turned around
and hugged
is the meeting
just an excuse
for the journey?

Thursday, August 23, 2007


It is just
I dont like
snakes, lizards
scaly hairy reptiles
creepy crawly
slithery sounds
sticky feel
probing touch
my being

Thursday, August 16, 2007


stillness of the mind
wrapped tight in foggy thoughts
heavy islands of garbage
floating without a ripple
a strand of soul
leaps from the depth
spraying a fistful
of goosepimples
stillness on the surface
waves in the heart
no one can

Friday, August 10, 2007

Mushroom Lamps

in pairs
they light up
dark sticky air
every morn you drive
white bulbs leaving
dark sockets
on mutilated faces
connecting to yours
scared and hiding
behind dark glasses
rising slowly
floating high
silky white light
on stinking air
heavy with guilt
dense with
anger & fear
step on the pedal
kill the bastard
shatter the lamps
out of the sockets
before they break free
roam thru our dreams
filling the night
with scary white light

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

As I am

as i am
what you see
as i am
not what you see
as i am
what you feel
with me
away from me

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Harry Potter and I

the scar twitches
and the head aches
the soul peers to see
the dark moon in the well
the cold voice
fills the head
voices touch
the other world
i dwell
the magic flows
with the deft wand
manipulation power
subtle dominance
intensity that kills
emotions in the fetus
and feed the snake
in its endless slither
why need
the duel end?
whither again the joy
of sucking the fear
and feasting
on the agony
of a trapped soul?
those few visions
of a very real world
applaud the duels of
the living the dead and
yet to be born
lifting the being
good, evil
the ugly
for a fleeting
of the elusive

Thursday, July 26, 2007



Friday, July 13, 2007


a flower hanging its head
shamed by its scent
moon hidden in clouds
guilty of the light
stream gaging itself
scared of the laughter
my feminity shed
trampled and buried
no shame no guilt no fear

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

the eye
forcing a tear
the dead tree
the probing tongue
to cry out
all the burnt fuel
the cold heart
in anticipation
of next year
and beyond

Wednesday, July 4, 2007


night walk
on the sand
in the mind
still waters
run deep
straying moon

Thursday, June 28, 2007


drenched nest
smashed eggs
searching flight
accusing cry
cant drown

Monday, June 25, 2007


Wild flowers
on untamed wines
blooming like goose pimples
on threads of thought
wild cry
of the startled bird
bursting the silence
like forbidden thoughts
wild streams
on rocky slopes
laughing in ecstasy
long forgotten & buried
wild stirring
of the soul
slowly shaking the being
and beyond

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Upside-down Mushroom

upside down
downside up
better to see
your dirty feet
your smirky smile
easier too
for the pain
to drip down my tongue
as I lick up
the coins
you drop

Friday, June 8, 2007


my love for you
lie trapped inside
its hairy legs
tickling the heart
as it covers my mind
ugly, sticky webs

Tuesday, June 5, 2007


my mind stays in a duplex
down is cream walls and pastel shades
upstairs is a bit more complex
Kafka's roach and Machiavelli's prince
rehearsing the script i wrote
before being eaten by 3 men in a boat
the world's stage is down
the minds plays' staged up
oh its tough, but its fun
and no one knows wassup :)

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Missing the snakeman

moon light through the window
gives life to the blind’s shadow
lifting itself
to a sensuous dance
pitter patter raindrops
incessant drumming of random thoughts
dampness in the air, tiredness of the spirit
a shed skin somewhere, lying soaking wet
fragrance of raw flesh
brought by the roaming cloud
stirring hidden longings
rising slowly like the snakeman’s hood
the rain stops
as the moon sleeps
and stealing back the fragrance
the cloud moves
knotted feelings untie,
as the snake uncoils somewhere
the mind lets go
sleep creeps in,
but the heart lingers….

Friday, May 18, 2007

Kiss of life

I would have your body
what use your mind
which plays war games
stinking corpses of reason
or your soul
perched on a tree top
waiting to pounce
on the passing god
keep your mind in the fridge
to chill
and drop your soul in the letterbox
to god
come, let me start loving you
with a kiss of life

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

The Wind and the Sea

today I hold your hand
today I walk with you
today i hold your hand
as the waves hold the wind
so close but not clinging
so far but fingers kissing
today i walk with you
not as shadow to a body
but as fragrance moves with memories
as images move on melodies
today I hold your hand
today i walk with you
today i smile at the same sunset
which paints a glow on you
free to float with the waves
free to ride the breeze
free to bathe in the stream
free to kiss the sunlight
with no chains and norms
with no whys and whynots
yet the rocks changing a bit
with the caress of each wave
and the beach made a bit smoother
with each kiss of the blowing breeze

Friday, May 11, 2007

God @ Thiruvannamalai Parikrama

next to her
the trees were young
the skin rough as barks
weathered by age and hunger
she walked the night with me
no I walked the night with her
she took in my pain
thru her blistered feet
and smiled it out
shaming the moon a bit
and on her dark shoulder
soaked with smelly sweat
I found God
peacefully sleeping
and with out fear

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Mushroom Manager

get them
break them
drug them
bond them
scare them
F them
break them more
drug them more
scare them more
F again
and again
the fear
the pain
the anger
the bond
the love
the joy
have never

Monday, April 23, 2007


paint the little baby bum
with a red smiley
eyes with long lashes
on each side
long curvey smile
bridging across
lines broken and smudged
coz of giggly tickles
the world disappearing
into deep laughing eyes

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Visiting you @ home

cold solitude
smooth as green granite
clinging memories
dangling on faded frames
aromas of the past
creeping out of old recipies
sticky patches of depression
spreading like green fungus
stabbing flashes of yearning
lighting up your smile
a bubble waiting to be burst
by soft touch, breath or look
may I?

Friday, March 30, 2007

To she who wants to be the sea

be the sea

but have you
known the wind

gently caressing the sea
to roll her hips in waves

tormenting her with ecstasy
to make her roar and destroy

bringing her the flavour
of songs of the desert
wrapped in the scent
of a lonely little flower
who shared his bed
and still stood tall

Lulling her to sleep
with stories of spirits
who put him in a bottle
for their dead to sip
as they roam the peaks
in the mind of the walking dead

so have you
known the wind?

and have you
shown the wind

not your waves
your smell of salt and fish
not your moves
your dance of mind and flesh

but have you
shown the wind

your bright dark depth
songs made of colours
scent of gentleness
so very intense
and the power to smother
volcanoes that erupt?

have you
taken him in a bottle
stolen from the spirits
deep down inside for him to see

the tentacles of octopus
painting tattoos on your thighs
with distilled pain of the world
brought to you by the rivers?

woman, would you be
the real sea?
would you at that moment
break the fragile bottle?

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Orphaned Mushroom

when they found the orphaned me
took half a leg as finders fee
now the traffic light is the best to beg
hopping around on a wooden peg
sticky threads shot from bloodshot eyes
noose out your guilt thru cracks on thin ice
at night dark desire burns
both ends of the body takes turns
seals all holes
to trap the demon
ride him up the mounting pain
reach out to touch sweet cold rain
where there is no fog nor fear
colors of silence speak so clear
I touch the silence and know just why
there is music in the rainbow in the sky
and I am not you, I am I
pity this corpse with a pout on painted lips
trapped in a coffin with alloy wheels
babe, will you rise as the sun set
should I drive a nail thru your chest?

Sunday, February 25, 2007

The year of the Pig

time moves
on wavy lines
blurring lifetimes
and universes
tie the pig
to the racing light
let it drag
or run without a fight

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Hampi---World heritage site--12 to 15 th Century

thoughts bounce on the rocks
and time flips back
moonlight on smooth solitude
reflects cracks where the dead hide
heart beats with the old drums
roots weave thru trampled dreams
hands rise to claw the sky
strangle the breeze and ask why?

Monday, January 22, 2007

Mind Control

TV, cable and billboards
laptop video and ipods
push, squash & re-do
the mind like mashed potato
the hot new liquid chip
blue green and cheap
implanted in the brain
will flush the mind down the drain
but the soul flies free
with photos and poetry...:)
This got triggered by the post on Morgana's blog
"control mental versus lavardo de cerebro"
great poetry in photos !

Thursday, January 18, 2007

As The Year Falls

the act waltz to a close
just as lights fade and curtain falls
to mark the end of the year's play
yet the applause lingers to stay
the heart is so full
of the part played so well
within the script and feel
and the directors' spell
yet a few times straying out
as the soul yearns to break out
wanting to change the lines and cast
go back and modify the past
still the urge to keep playing
many a role that keep unfolding
at work, at love, as a friend
while the act and truth closely bind
much after the dusk falls
and shadows climb on granite walls
the cast and the world gone to sleep
weariness on mind and body creep
look into myself in the mirror so deep
and smile at what is true and what is not
twinkling darkness in the eye
viels restless dance of a firefly
peel off a bit of paint
tear off a bit of mask
tape together the New Year look
am ready for the next act :)