The Seven Farewell

They were the worst tears I ever cried
They were the annihilation and nirvana
The door to the soul and out of it
The most precious, the seven farewells

One of seven, I smiled as I bode farewell
I was going away, and the splendid goddess
took revenge on me, for abandoning
I never told her that I was taken away

Two of seven, the soul was abducted
the prey fell in love with the hunter
It killed itself, for the killer's grandeur
The hunter went home empty hands

Three of seven, the river has it in memory
the fur, the white, the prayers all went wasted
It was not just departure, it was death 
The bridge then after always sang forlorn and empty

Four of seven, the heart stood on the line
It flow far above the seas and the mountains
just to be bruised, it hated the look of itself
and looked down on the dark of the hell

five of seven, heart and soul being down and dead
the chocolate, fumed body played the war
but then it was like so holy, but then it
gave the worst, worst, worst wound ever

Six of seven, the eyes came in play
the fairytales, the tears went away and wild
the dolls, the princess, the flowers and hanging garden
but then the princess was turn to clay

Seven of seven, the clay distorted from its shape
wore a mask, wore a smile, and stood look like the splendid goddess
with full of revenge, full of envy and punished
who seemed to go, who seemed to fail

One, two, three, four, five ,six, seven
The splendid goddess and her heaven
broke everything to seven
The colors then one, turned to seven
The one then became seven the seas
The seven heaven, seven keys
The seven, seven days
and herself into seven clays

It is Winter here

It is winter here. Cold, feathers of snow float and dance and then hit the ground. Their weightlessness is adorable, so pure, so fragile and so beautiful. The thin thread between the consciousness and existence, justifies life, while everything else seems to be dead. One moment it is snow, one moment it is gone. Killing beautifully everything possible, the strand of grass, the vitality of leaves, the strength from girth of trees and the life within the lives of so many. It is winter here, and the mind waders with the snow. Freezing with it and  melting with it. I have wandered enough now, to find the answers of the un--answerable. To find what it is not meant to be found. To find the sufferings and the healing. But how far one is supposed to reach beyond the borders of one’s own experience. May be that is the time when one starts to create false experiences. Starts to feel what is not real and not there and assume it to be true. May be then the whole thing starts.

It is winter here

And I wander,

Far far inside my head

Which is warm and wild

It is winter here

So I wander,

To keep  the snow off

From my sight

And remember my own coldness

Wondering

I wonder about the dead in the sarcophagus
They thought they were gone
but really?
they persist here, Unknowingly
it must be tragedy,
to be there for everafter
And have no choice to leave
How would they know
that going would be beautiful
and having a choice is even more---

the walking

riddles of time,
the red snow.
Footsteps, on the melting
We have to walk
like such crimes
however deep, or obscure
because we have to walk
that is what we do
No matter if the footsteps will remain
No matter if the snow will melt away

But i feel like laughing on those
who press on too hard
on the snow,
on the naive, playful snow
who cares very little.
To make a mark with their boots
with a temptation to be immortalized

The snow and me,
We watch them,
the fool with the strength and the boots,
while we play carelessly with each other
melting each other,
getting lost,
being and not being
failing the riddles
losing the games.
While they think, they are WINNERS.

Mohini

What would you give me
Mohini???

It has been ages,
the angels and the demons
have been fighting 
inside my head

I take whatever i get
A gulp of-poison
and;
A gulp of-elixir

One stern Voyage
from life to death
and
death to life
A pendulum
A swing
that never was quiet
yet never became anything

one second- a demon
another- a god
and they fight again
filling the head with 
barrels of elixir and poison

But i leave it to you now
 feeling sick of immortality sometimes
and feeling sick of dying sometimes
what would you give me???
MOHINI???

Hollow Man

How do you do??
Hollow man.
I just met a devil on my way
He was happier
He just said 'yes'
To all the crimes he committed
He just said 'yes'
To the abandonment he made
and he just said 'yes'
that he enjoys it
'Hollow man'

Homecoming 2

Midnight and feverish

I wait 

For a promise, that was never made

I wait for a hint,

A breath, a word, or at least a silent

I wait for a 'no' or 'yes'

or for something that is....

I play with a goldfish in my head

windowpanes, black curtains

they hide a lake behind them

and then,

my eyes swim in it

Reminiscence

To forget you, 
I will have to forget the extremities
The extreme cold of the winters
The extreme red of the blood
The extreme scars of the moon
BUT
When i forget,
The winters are not winters
The blood is not blood
The moon is not moon
They have to be cold, red and scarred
So to keep them what they are
I remember you.

Dying Of You

Teach me the trick to capture your voice

For the silent,silent night gives no clue

You run in my veins like the poison

Come and see, I am dying, dying of you

teach a new art to confine you in vision

For the dreams,dreams melt like the dew

The darkness of your eyes,blinds me

I swear,I am dying, dying of you

You took away all my words, I am dumb

As nothing, nothing I ever knew

The silence is jealous of me, when I am

So quite,in your arms lying, dying of you

If I die,blame not death

For the heart,heart denies to beat without you

I’ll die for the faults of my heart

When alone, I enjoy dying, dying of you

Tell some stories,when the dark night haunts me

They twinkle not, those stars,stars they are so few

Tell strange stories, not of old fairies

But of such times,when I was dying, dying of you

Sphinx

In such fragments you live

Your incomplete persona,

So victorious.

Such logic of your body

Motivated by your illogical head

Idyll of riddle in your amber eyes

Carnivorous innocence,

Did that killed lust or love??

And echo after echo when you spoke

Puzzles reverberated,

Those baffled, were they vice or virtues??

The devotee of your auburn hair and mystical eyes

who leaped into the poisonous pool of your riddle

Those obsessed, were they venus or wanton??

Now let your head rest and body think

For the religion is evident,

The women’s brain is thick

Were they all your criminals

 that are dead of you ???

You killed men in crime or crime in men??

Or they were the prey of a haughty goddess

who just killed  for the faults of goddess’s splendor

Herself claimed by such impious…

Now you grow in me

You grow,

In all those who live in fragments

slaughtering all ,that breath

without distinguishing,

hunger of admiration

that breeds new predators

unless an Oedipus is born…..

Farewell

I had no time to bid you farewell

When you made away,I was busy

Painting my face with fake smile

And training my lips to make laughing easy

Laughter, wouldn’t that be a best memento

For a life long departure? what shall otherwise

My empty hands would offer

Weak were they to love,weaker to despise.

DOWNFALL

I say:
“why not,you see the colours that I see?”
I say:
“why not,you ramble all night daydreaming?”
I say:
“why not,like me,you lose happily?”
I say:
“why not,you carry a serpent in your eyes?”
“why not??”
It says:
“watch the condor that forgets to fly”
“the nerve of the castle in the sky”
“the flowers that wait winters for the glee”
“They have the colors I fail to see”
“tempting they appear all the debacle”
“prior….to the downfall”

It says:
“prior to the downfall”
“there dances the golden antelope”
“on your ravaged realm of hope”
“elves”
“phantoms”
“a bloody river,red river”
“down to the trench of nitocris”
“to attain the suffocated liberties”
“and again,if the fire is too green”
“Of the flashes of your ember”
“the candle’s flame heightens”
“with the power of all the titans”
“if that is what you supposedly see”
“your downfall…is meant to be”
I say:
“yes,yes"
"that is what I always see”

Mortise

I wonder, that you are too weak to fight 
I dont know what i see in your eyes ...  
A painting????????  
A tickle???????  
An end???????  
A bird in a zoo???  
at a gunpoint????  
but tomorrow, it Shall be forgotten  
forgotten, like a disease?  
you, turned to laughters ....  
but today, my pain says ....... ...  
If we could exchange our dominions  
exchange existence, exchange lives  
A LIFE?????  
you are to lose ...........

..................

All through the night, I keep my eyes open 
like an owl  
never wanting to sleep,  
you might as well be staring the empty ceiling  
in the wish of some unreachable  
blue shades of light,  
smokes essence of sticks  
you mutter the mantras  
as low as possible  
just for god to listen  
GOD ...... again ......  
I see god dancing in the aroma of the smokes  
With his flute, with women  
One lavish god vanishes like smoke  
But your mantra, your low voice  
Continues ....  
Pleading for love  and loyality 
But one day you'll let go of it  
And be an owl like me  
To count the stars that are so dead  
To play with the nightmares  
To give up, two give up  
Until the blue shades turn to red  
And u draw the curtains ...