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