Saturday, January 12, 2013
winter
Saturday, November 10, 2012
silence-2
Thursday, October 25, 2012
take me
Thursday, October 18, 2012
divine dance
.
melts
wander
Thursday, October 4, 2012
love
.
swirling around long fingers
Saturday, September 22, 2012
luminous night
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
morning walk
Friday, June 8, 2012
window view
Monday, May 14, 2012
Dali and a molten lie
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
washed ashore the riverside
Thursday, May 3, 2012
a moon in a web
Saturday, April 28, 2012
a dance, a girl and some shadows
Sunday, March 18, 2012
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
Sunday, September 18, 2011
not today
i collect drops of her smile as it froths bubbles and seeps little by precious little through the thin cracks in her voice as she sings in that ancient voice of hers which reminds me of stark naked unforgiving landscape bathed in setting sunlight with rugged mountains gashed by deep ravines which are as dry as the pools of my eyes with the same whirlwind trapped inside and yes, i collect those little drops of smile from the cracks in her song, gently put them drop by tiny drop into my eyes just to calm the dusty dry storms inside
and so I have this huge feeling swelling inside to catch her song in mid-air and catch where the cracks are and put my nails in between those cracks and rip it open with bleeding fingers and let the smiles pour and pour out and to just lie down with my head on her lap and let the smiles flow into the dry pools of my eyes with those dust storms raging inside for centuries and let it all get wet and calm and salty and then there would be some coolness spreading inside and some streams flowing inside and maybe just maybe a few tears too and some things fresh and beautiful will sprout and peep out and maybe that would be a smile as well but i am tired of opening these cracks a million times and letting those trapped smiles out of the songs of strange men and women
and this one, she might not even want the smiles out…out in the open where everyone can see the colors and textures of those smiles and they might touch and smudge them for ever and maybe even rob her of all of them…so i just place my cheek on the cracks of her song and feel the coolness as the smiles drip and thread on my cheek just below my eye and i want to reach out and kiss her and touch her soul somewhere which would also open up the cracks in her song and make those smiles gush out and i can bathe in them and splash them on my dusty face with weathered wrinkles which will then be smooth with the balm but i just don’t
oh, i just don’t kiss her as even without bringing my lips to hers i feel the taste of her on my tongue and how it will slowly move inside me and fill up my mind and my heart and i know it is lovely and nice and warm and fuzzy and soft and it will creep up to inside my eyes from below and slowly well up through the forgotten dried up springs inside them and maybe calm the winds and give me back my tears and sprout some smiles of my own but wtf, i am just not kissing her and not dancing with the long shadows of thoughts and feelings that have started to sway with the music and i just sit there in the stillness of the night alone with her and her song and the half hidden moon and enjoy the fear and the thrill of seeing those cracks with smiles inside again and i just am alive fully at that moment where i am suspended on a thread a million feet above in the dark lovely sky, dangling on it and shutting down my mind and heart and everything else..and just listening to the song as it rips the universe just to get me to open those thin cracks a bit wider
but no, not today
Monday, August 22, 2011
ride, bull, soul
life is moving
like a bullock cart
the left side bull's right side horn
is broken at the tip
& all horns of both bulls
are painted
blue green yellow and deep orange
the broken horn carries an agarbathi
& the fragrance spreads like
ink on a blotter
& makes a beautifully wierd pattern
in the still air...as the horns slice through it
the minds playfully gets lost in these patterns
suddenly emerging to breathe clear air at times...
soon trying to move back again for comfort...but the patterns play hide and seek
the cart is swaying with the road
& me too
& the mind caresses faraway walls of reason
& swings back
the reigns are loosely held
& the whip has gone to sleep lying down
---the hand can touch it, the mind cant
the mind can move it, the hand cant---
the tails of the bulls
keep the flies away
& swings any way, even when
the flies die trapped in the maze, crowed by the pushy mind
the bulls droppings
are dry before they hit the hot sand
& the heat make the far away palms dance
to a rhythm
which
the water-maids copy with their hips
fragrance from their sweat
pull the mind out
to capture it and safe keep in the maze
for warmth in the night
a lantern is lit
& hung behind
& swing & swing
to join the fire flies
caged flame lives
free flies die
the breeze turns cool
& the birds fly home
a crow alights on bull-2 for a free ride
its dark deep eyes taunting
the minds moves the whip
& the crows' off
its laughter cracking open the dark sky
telling the world that the whip moves
lying on the cloud
& sipping chilled wine
the soul watches
the journey down
Friday, July 29, 2011
spider
perched over my ear
the spider
gently whispers
sweet nothings
.
its hairy legs
begin a slow dance
tickling the base
of the neck
.
the web moves
slowly back and forth
swinging me softly
to sweet surrender
.
mind shuts down
the body opens
the soul stirs
sprouting more spiders
.
from every crack
every corner and nook
deep inside
the safe darkness
.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
tonite
tonite as you sleep in the darkness, if i have to take something away from you, let me take your eyes…let me scoop them out with my nails and wipe them clean on my jeans of the blood and stuff that they still ooze..let me then kiss them dry softly and look at them long and tender holding them in the cup of my palms…let me dive deep into them and taste your little thoughts which lie trapped without ever coming out…gently, with the tip of my tongue so that they don’t wake up and come alive all of a sudden…let them sleep…unknown to the world, in the deep pool of darkness in the eyes…let me turn those thoughts around and separate them one by one…with a bit of me that is wet and dissolves the thick glue that binds them together…then let me ever so slowly dry them with my breath…caressing them gently as they slowly wake up…untangled and whole…and start that dance in the deep dark pools within the eyes…let me waltz with each one, by one…let me hold then close to my body…their nakedness fresh and pulsating in rhythm with my heart beat…let me swirl in the pool with them…round and round and round inside the eyes..till there is sparkle and there is fire that smolder and there is the beginning of warmth…let me then leave them to dance on and on, and slowly climb out..out of the eyes that now light up everything around..and still holding them gently in my palm, let me open your eyelids and place them back…let me kiss you on those very eyes…let my tongue glue them firm in the sockets…and then again, let me let you sleep…the sparkle and the warmth from the eyes spreading to all nooks and corners inside your body…let me see the fine strands of hair around your navel shiver as the warmth spread…let me, gently tiptoe out of your room…let me let you wake up to the lovely solitude in the warmth of darkness…glowing with the light from your eyes…
Friday, June 17, 2011
monsoon night
Thursday, April 7, 2011
time flies
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
monsoon afternoon-2
small droplets
of old memories
rain softly
.
smell of fresh pain
rides the breeze
spread slowly
.
your presence
like monsoon clouds
loom dark and heavy
.
i escape indoors
wrapping safe solitude
tight and warm around me
.
Friday, March 4, 2011
pottery
rooted in the same space, the tongue dances…molding pretty words out of the messy muddy clay in my mind… words that are wet and sticky…words that promise to hold very many, very much…even without saying anything…words which then turn and turn on the wheel spun by your thoughts to shapes that you want to create…which you gather ever so tenderly…and gently place inside you where the fire is lit and the oven is hot…firing them to your perfection…nice smooth strong defined…waiting and waiting again for my wet tongue to reach out slowly…so slowly not to touch the breeze, but just the hues of your yearning spread all over your nakedness that you bare bit by bit…for me to touch taste the pain little by little…and smear paint smudge all that is inside…with bold wild licks making those colors scream so loudly… as they get burnt into the words in the heat inside you…and wait and wait for the fire to die and the oven to cool…so that we can take out those pieces that we created without our fingers getting burned and smile together marveling what we see. without words. in silence.
Friday, February 18, 2011
silence.pregnant
despite watching the cycle, despite non-penetration, despite the condom, despite the diaphragm, despite the morning after pill; the silence is pregnant. very. silence is always silent, but only at times pregnant. pregnant as in having a life forming inside. at the moment. as you watch. as you feel. as you shift uncomfortably with the knowledge. a life is forming inside. not just life, but a form which contains the life as well. which will have a full body soon. it will be born. yes, it will be born. soon enough. and it will resemble the father. maybe the mother. maybe someone’s grand father. or granmother. so the silence is pregnant. the words are never. pregnant. words are always empty. no life forming inside. simple. hollow. zilch. but that is wishful. now we have a silence. that is pregnant. it is growing. little fat tummy. soon you can see the form on the screen. feel the beat of the heart. feel the kick on the inside of the tummy. of the silence. which is pregnant. very. truly. now. shit. eat green papayas. no. silence is serene. silence is divine. pregnancy is divine. it is non-penetrative. silence is virgin. pregnant silence hangs. like in mid air. it hangs. and hangs. no one touches. all serene. all praying. let it not fall. let it not rupture. let the form inside not be born. yes. not be born. whythefuck should it. it was not to be. no need. silence. hangs. pregnant silence hangs. in collective silence. just by the rope. round its neck. slowly swinging. slowly. finally. slowly. it stops swinging. yes. dozens of eyes moving leftrightleft suddenly stops. yes. sure. they stop. it stops. silence. pregnant silence. now dead. really. and truly dead. and a smile is born. no. many. smiles are born. Whew!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
magician
magician picks one
lemming from the pack
throws it way, way back
.
lemming sails a while
rides the breeze
kisses the clouds with ease
.
end of that bit of time
it comes crashing down
leg crushed head split skin torn
.
runs again rushing
towards certain salvation
sad for the f-ed up magician
.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
waiting room
stale smell of chloroform
slither hurriedly into the nostril
chased by different forms of fear
hatching out of thin shells
.
sweaty palms make abstract art
on crumpled reports, frayed files
on which stick random thoughts
faded dreams some little lies
.
multiple projections scream
alive, livid on the wall
re-wind re-write re-shoot
re-play another dream
.
time swings slowly
each wait their turn
as her long fingers dip deep
picking the next number from the urn
.
Monday, January 17, 2011
tarantula
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
dream?
Monday, November 8, 2010
.period.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
to she who.......
Friday, June 18, 2010
smog
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
an evening walk
plucking ripe orange eyes
half-eaten by bats
flying wearing darkglasses
.
little baby rabbits
burrow out pink fingers
by the glow of fireflies
trapped in glass bottles
.
the snake is at the bar
downing jack-on-the-rocks
bidding for the mermaid in the pool
to take home for the night
.
I walk swinging
Your smile in the bottle
looking around, looking under
ripping off bellies, digging out graves
for those bits and pieces
.
of mine
to sew on
to sew together
.
so that one day I can
eat with the rabbits and the bats
drink with the snake
and take the mermaid home
just for one night
Friday, May 7, 2010
one more smile
Sunday, April 25, 2010
muse to muse
if only you wd be my witch
suck out my soul and spit it
into the cauldron and stir it
with your juice to spice it
the fire in your eyes to cook it
.
sip it and kiss feed me with it
lip to lip
kiss to kiss
muse to muse
.
wait for it to spread inside
you and me and us
and words to erupt
that wl scald the world
for ever
Saturday, April 17, 2010
long day, young night
young night
phantoms rise
on the checker board
.
finger tips move
tracing the path
a few killed
a few born
.
some pawned
some taken
none given
.
veils drop
shadows split
spirits merge
.
mind hangs
upside down
blind as a bat
.
no moves left
in the graveyard
the raven takes wings
in search of a moon
.
the bat still hangs
upside down
from her beak
.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
enough of these words
lets
bury the words
in the womb
long before they are born
.
and learn what they
struggle to say
.
just by
smell touch taste
of every nook, corner
and crevice
.
skin
on bare skin
.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
.therefore.i.am.
.6X6.space.expands.
.sometimes.
.full.of.green.allover.
.thick.green.asin.you.know.
.blink.
.pink.and.blue.
.lights.flicker.
.6X8.8X9.100X300.space.explodes
.geometrically.
.never.circle.
.never.sperical.
.square.rectangle.
.no.triangle.
.sharp.ponts.
.hurt.poke.
.6X6.again.mostly.
.6X6X6.now.
.laughter.
.one.6.breaks.
.black.light.streams.
.in.green.air.
.laughter.
.take.store.harvest.
.under.ground.6X6.
.in.tins.tight.
.blue.and.pink.
.lights.
.flicker.
.6X6…X6.again.blocks.
.sky.gone.black.light.gone.
.cry.trapped.
.in.
.tower.cube.on.cube.
.no.think.no.
.just.feel.
.just.write.
6X6X6.36X36X36.1296X1296X1296
.BLINK.
.spoooooooosssshhhhhhh.
.0X0X0.
Monday, March 22, 2010
so said the woman---7
with my words
riding it
by its tail
as it gallops
.
i reach
the edge
of your mind
.
as it prowls
untamed by the warmth
of the grip of my thighs
reigned a bit by
my hand on the tail
.
what now
what next
?
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
stillness moves
the stillness moves
simmering bubbling frothing
in the eye
of the hurricane
.
the stillness moves
red hot and cold blue
untouched unmoved unattached
in the eye
of the hurricane
.
stillness moves
bursting spraying spreading
random thoughts feelings
.
sometimes scalding
sometimes freezing
.
never soothing
.
the eye
of the hurricane
.
Monday, February 22, 2010
haikus?
garland of lilies lie
withering and heavy on your bosom-
dry taste of summer breeze
.
little spider stalks
gingerly on its own web-
time seeps through unnoticed
.
breeze blows dry dead lilies
black strands of broken web unstuck-
time moves riding your sigh
!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
you.now
Monday, February 8, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
to she on the orange chair
boredom hung listless matted tangled
heap of black long hair
hung all around from the head
as she sat on the orange plastic chair
.
the pain glows at the tip
as she draws life deep
plain blueish wisp
slowly drift and fade
damp twigs of thoughts
smolder in dying fire
.
come sweetheart
jump into the street
help paint the road
splattering abstract red
.
i wl catch your smile
mid air before it breaks
pour it into the empty jack bottle
and walk swinging it
in the middle of the night
lighting up the life
in that very street
.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
random
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
new era dawns
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
you
Friday, October 16, 2009
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
.
Friday, September 25, 2009
a night, a drive and death
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
.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
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