silence-2

seeds of silence

buried deep

waiting for the rain

.

strands of silence

webbed together

waiting for the spider

.

dew drops of silence

on tip of the blade

waiting for the sun

.

screams of silence

bound and caged

waiting for peace

.

colors of silence

wet and eager

waiting for the blind

.

search for silence

lost in words

waiting to be said

.

take me

take me to the space

where my eyes cannot see

.

take me to that depth

to the dance beyond death

.

take me through your blood

oozing fragrance of the undead

.

take me to your womb

where i wait to be born

.

take me like no woman

has ever taken a man

.

take me

.

divine dance

firm bones

soft flesh

sinking fingers
.

warm blood
melts

hardened heart

.

smoldering fingers
wander

in darkened caves

.

unborn dreams

of molten blood

trickling down

.

womb sheds

a little tear

joy sprouts

from every pore

.

painting red patterns

the goddess dances 

on the body laid bare

in sacrifice

.

love

the shield cut away from flesh

the skin shed the snake
.

deep waters dance
swirling around long fingers

the sea heave to reach high

scoop up the moon

.

sacred blood cover the spear 

with deep tender love

!

luminous night

night is still but not dark…there is sort of a luminous glow that fills the room…there is no light seeping in through the window shades from outside…it is the fragrance of a fleeting touch that is still burning the fingertips…making them smolder and glow like ambers in the fireplace in a cold winter night…like how they still glow when the lights are off and the wine is drunk and love is being made on the rug on the floor…so the room is bathed in that luminous glow…and the fragrance lingering from the touch gets mixed with that of slow burning flesh…as the fire spreads from the fingertips to the whole body…and what is held frozen inside slowly thaws…and it begins to trickle…small, small drops falling with a hissss on to the smoldering patches on the body on the inside…and I cannot see it, but can hear it…like the sound and feel of the light kiss of tender rain…time floats and sleep tiptoes up to the door, but wait in silence outside the room…very hesitant to intrude...

morning walk

whiff of your smell trapped

in dew drops of thoughts

swirls around in the morning mist

.

soft sound of your words

seep out of greenyellowbrown leaves

as they crunch under my feet

.

tender touch of your fingertips

come riding the breeze

caressing my face

.

heaviness of your heart

scooped up by monsoon clouds

make the air moist as they drift by

.

fireflies hiding in your eyes

light up the sky slowly

as the sun rise to a new morning

:) 

window view

little birds swim

in waves of breeze

now plunging into a dive

then up shrieking with laughter

.

schools of clouds sail

smooth and slow

their faint ripples

wetting edges of the mind

.

flowers bright yellow and red

dance deep below

smudging a little color

on dark shades of grey

.

little dragonflies hover

up above tiny buds

waiting for them to bubble up

and burst spraying lost memories

.

dusk climbs high up the watchtower

to caress my mind at the window

savoring sweet solitude

one little scoop after another

Dali and a molten lie

molten wings

of snow white birds

stain the crisp blue sky

.

molten smiles

of pin-up girls

hang in the sun to dry

.

molten flowers

on unburied coffins

wait for the corpse to die

.

molten words

on pale blue lips

drown the stifled cry

.

molten quill

in a shaky hand

paint a picture that lie

.

washed ashore the riverside

the crow with no memory

perched on her nose

pecking for the pain buried deep

.

toothless piranhas

had nibbled on her nipples

sucking out bubbles of trapped love

.

broken claw of a hermit crab

shed of celibacy

still lie buried between her legs

.

bits and pieces

of dumped old garbage decay

sieved and tangled in her hair

.

still, her cracked cold lips

part ever so slightly

for the kiss of life

.

a moon in a web

a tired moon

trapped

in spider web

.

a fluttering smile

nailed

to the throbbing mind

.

a crimson sunset

buried

deep in the eyes

.

a swinging heart

tangled

in threads of love

.

wandering fingertips

smudged

by thin film of guilt

.

a pounding heart

beat

a rhythm to dance

.

shadows of tiredness

dissolve

slowly in purple wetness

.

thru the web

seeps

the moon back to the sky

:)

a dance, a girl and some shadows

the loneliness sprouted from her navel…its seed buried somewhere deep in the darkness of her womb…it grew, a slender vine slowly growing tall and swaying with the rhythm of the dance as she sat in the dark comfort of the corner...there but not there…the vine swayed, it danced and it grew those leaves as i watched…those big large darkish green fleshy leaves which can take any form that they want…so green as life and so dark and clear that you cant see them…they caress the soft tenderness of her mind…as the darkness drip off their edges like rain sliding off leafs on to parched earth…the smell of dampness so alive and rising up in faint wisps…i want to call out her name across the river…for her to turn around and look into my eyes and connect the thread so that the snake can slither on that and reach her and wrap around her, hug her, climb the vine and shake up the leafs and spray the darkness all around and away from her mind and eat up the leaves one by one and another till they are not there and then take the vine in the mouth and suck the whole thing out…prying out the seed from where it sprouted with all the roots and everything else and spit it into the river which will take it far and away to another life and another time…so i call out her name across the river, loud and clear and strong…but then the raven comes flying from nowhere and plucks my voice from the breeze it rides and bites and chews it, shooting this pain inside me and i cry out her name again but the raven catches it in its claws this time and laughs as it spreads its wings giving more rhythm to the swaying of the leaves and they sing her a lullaby and she smiles a faint little smile for the first time that evening and the shadows of the leaves dance in rhythm with the tiny little feet on the stage and drowns my voice again as i call out across the river…it drowns with just froth and bubbles for her to see…and slowly she is blurring in the rain across the river and then only the lights and the music and the dance remains and a bit of the shadow of the leaves which touched my heart and marked it a dull crimson that i carefully wrap in fragments of thoughts to use to light this fire later after the rain and wetness goes…this fire that will light up the sky and touch her mind when she looks up sometime from thousands of miles across and will kill the shadow that caress her mind…and so i take out those fragments, unwrap the thoughts and slowly light the fire…

looking into your eyes

riding into the midnight rain…I enter a thick dark lush forest…hooves making ripples on the ground which travel up the trees and shrubs and bushes making them change their dark green brown yellow black into deeper shades of memories which slowly start coming alive, the vines turning into serpents which hiss as they greet an old friend but slither in hunger, slither sensuous, slither in patterns, up down all over and around in the darkness which has now started glowing slowly as silence falls soft and thick like the warm gentle rain drops flavored by the touch of the green canopy of leaves and branches of trees so old as us and so tall as time and I see bits and pieces of past still alive and bleeding bound tight with barbed wire and strung and hanging from the tree tops trying to sooth their wounds with the wet silence I bring and the ripples from the hooves as I ride and the glow gets stronger and brighter as I go deeper, the gentle moonlight seeps through the canopy and it dances with the sound of the waterfall trapped somewhere deep...while in the dancing glow the serpents mate and some shed their skins and some just gently wrap themselves around the bleeding bits of the past prying those out of the barbed wire with their darting tongues and hooks in their eyes...and i ride on, climbing the ridges of the hidden rainbow where skeletons of the pain of many who traveled this way before rattles in her womb as she had taken their pain so deep into herself and set them free...but her womb made heavy with the bones and the rattle...and so now it rains…it rains heavy and dark and the serpents dance with my naked body glistening in the rain and we dance with the moonlight in the dark forest and dance with gay abandon to make the clamor and the rattle seep into the gentle silence of the rain and the whole forest can then listen to the waterfall as it still rumbles with its deep and powerful love inside, the mist rising up from it creating the rainbow with a million colors light up everything around...and I ride on deeper and deeper….deeper into the midnight rain