Some grass in some grass...

29/1/2010, Friday...

Squatting by the fire,
with my base on an old scooter tyre,
in a lonely winter night,
I long for some grass in this grass,
some, to levitate, this paramour body
and some for my eerie grey mass
that masters all of my fracas.

The seconds inside that tick-tock,
are swirling and running a race.
"You are a disgrace..."
they yell, on my face.
I wistfully wish,
I could kill 'time' to death,
but then, only my next breath
reminds me of my immortal mortalness
and of my mortgaged life,
a better half of which,
i lost in an amicable strife..

Somewhere in the silence of this night,
lies a loud trance.

I long for some grass,
some for this paramour body
and some for my eerie grey mass..


I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...

An errand..

25/1/2010, Monday...

In a shivering cold night,
with the moon shining bright,
my shadow started pulling away from me..
Along with it, I was dragged..
I tried hard to catch up,
but the pace was just too fast
and I didn’t have it in me to last..

I looked at my shadow,
but it didn’t look back at me
and I kept looking at it,
all along the transit.
Swathed in some tears and some sweat,
I was running out of breath..

A dusky dawn came with a dagger
and bludgeoned the shadow,
with that hallowed ‘serene’ swagger.

I collapsed then and there.
As I lay in a pool of ‘comfortably soft’ marshy mud,
my heart stopped beating the leftover blood.

Some sages picked up my carcass
and arranged for my funeral..
The pyre was ready
and so was the fire..
After the firework started,
the sages departed.

Along came another shivering cold night,
With the moon shining bright..
My shadow was still there,
and with an air of panache,
it watched the firework in that ‘fair’.

The rising dark of the night,
intoxicated my shadow
and on it went, meandering in the meadow..
That ‘cold air’ of panache, started flowing,
engulfing the glowing pyre
and stabbing the growing fire.

On came another dusky dawn
and on came the sages.

My corpse was still there.

The west wind came and brought with it,
a few blank pages.
The wisest of the sages,
read the mystery of those blank pages.
Pointing towards my corpse that lain,
he said,
" he’ll breathe once again.. "
.

.
I’ll breathe once again…

I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...

An inanimate animation...

20/1/2010, Wednesday...

In a well ventilated room,
a soul hyperventilated..
Shadows of the past were dark..
No hue in some..
and some were bloodily stark..

A naked wire hung from a nail..
The nail was frail
and the wire had started to stale.
A mellow spider was there..
with some legs resting on a blank paper..
and some on a paper-man,
cut out with a rusted pair of scissors..
A few words were inked,
on this inanimate man form,
that read : Rider on the storm..

Time, after a beguiling pause,
started ticking, for an impending cause..
On that eight legged mortal..
the tickings started to chortle..

A few white-wash flakes,
came crashing to the floor
and disturbed that ever lasting silenced roar..
Some flakes crashed onto the spider
and slaked their thirst,
with the life of that storm rider..
with the life of that storm rider..


I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...

Just a puerile scrounge...

11/1/2010, Monday...

If you looked at me and smiled..
and if i did the same..
If you sang a litany of problems to me..
and if i did the same..
If the stigmata of 'something' was too deep..
'something' that made those litanies look cheap..
'something' that made you and me weep..

An eleventh finger to wipe my tears..
and an eleventh finger to wipe yours..
A "Juan Mann" for you to hug..
and a "Juan Mann" for me too..
A shoulder for you to rest..
and a place for my head too..

If....
If that 'something' made us crooning cronies..
If that 'something' was friendship..
and if you and me were friends..
The world, with all the mundane space,
would've been a better place,
to live in..
and an even better place,
to die for...
:)


I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...

An inundated drought...

6/1/2010, Wednesday...

On a seething street of an old city..
a lonely heart, subsisting on his levity..
walked through the gregarious crowd..
with his inside, draped in a shroud..

Illuminated by the brightest sunshine,
and embellished with phony looks..
All the chapters of that book..
were printed in black..
All the strings of that guitar..
were temporally slack..

A thousand eyes he looked into..
A thousand eyes looked into his..
Those iridescent glances, in the human fair..
ended up as an insipid affair..

With some blots on his soul,
a consciousness, with some unpaid toll
and, with a phlegmatic demeanour,
of a forlorn lunatic,
that desultory heart - dark and stark..
left without leaving any mark..
.......without leaving any mark......


I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...

Tacit Tenaciousness...

1/1/2010, Friday...

Around a decade ago,
In a corner of my heart,
something started ticking with a low frequency.
While some brushed it off as a contingency,
some called it as a juvenile delinquency..

The pedagogues couldn't correct me,
the expoundings never worked
and the chastenings got chucked.
But somewhere on the outside of my inside,
the spectre of 'utopia' grew heavy
and engulfed me into its frigid sodden exhaustions
and i started walking to the tunes,
of some unknown piper's illusionary notions..

The 'tickings' inside my heart went on,
and the frequency kept decreasing.
I was running out of batteries,
but still kept buying those insidious lotteries..

The 'radiant' grocery stores sell them still,
but i've stopped splashing my leftover cash..

Around a decade ago,
In a corner of my heart,
something started ticking with a low frequency.
While some brushed it off as a contingency,
some called it as a juvenile delinquency..
I didn't get it back then,
and let it flow with the stream.
But now i know what it was,
and i can smell the sublime steam,
emanating from my dream.
It was my dream..
............my dream...


I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... and i still don't...