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?


Pramod said...

the sketch is really beautiful... one of your best yet. It has the same haunting quality as the poem. The poem too is very strong and dark, but maybe without the directness of the earlier ones. The intensity is on the rise, and the imagery striking and strong to the point of pain.

Good Going!


Sai Kothai said...

am getting curiouser and curiouser...:-) and well, you may say there is nothing. it's just there - matter-of-fact.

this terrestrial engagement was not enough, seems so...and now your words gain momentum, fiercely, pricking the wall, the feather, the skin of all that cloaks you?
Hmmmm...great!! I've reminded of a poem I had written many years ago, echoing, may be, a simialr sentiment. I've no clue where I've kept that poem..
but why, why...this nail drilling business? :-)

moochhi said...


moochhi said...

the words flow now
same as before
oil takes its time
I guess
to lubricate
and prise out the rust
and treacle and lust.
the spider images
of shadows, beady eyes and hair
of images of heaven and nightmare
creeping out again.

MORGANA said...

Good week

MORGANA said...

Pase a saludarte y desearte buen fin de semana, prefiero dejarte los comentarios en mi idioma de esta forma intercambiamos palabras.

Sai Kothai said...

update yor blog...yaar

Krshna said...

ur blog ROX !! d sketches r amazing n d poems wer kinda hard to understand but it sounded really profound !!

way to go father !!!

Geetika said...

Yes, this sketch is one of your best! i'm amazed how you do that. actually in itself it speaks so much that words aren't needed. i think you should concentrated on this seriously, and hold an exhibition of your sketches. i'll be one of your fan customers.

I also feel a whole lot of 'intellectual' pain and pessimism, in your choice of words... lotsaluv