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 ...