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Crushed Petals of Love

The petals crush underneath her feet,

Brings memories that are too hard to defeat

 

The crown of thorns entangle her tresses,

Amidst the thoughts the Chosen One blesses

 

Hail, my angel! And sleep through the war,

But have mercy and don’t wake up to be the whore

 

For she will enter the abyss of your pure soul,

Leaving you with nothing but a black hole

 

Sunlit smiles will be your timeless foes,

As there lie crushed petals of love under your toes

Smiles and Forgiveness

Brighter and lighter

The world seems now

Sooner or later

I will escape and how!

The sun seems glorious

And dances on my windows

My actions less notorious

And are more left indoors!

Again I am willing to fly

And take that flight

The birds in my sky

Are showing the green light!

When the time comes

I will hop, skip and jump

Till then I will wait

And avoid the bump!

I see a myriad colour

Pumping at the start

The smell of squalor

Leaving my heart!

Smiles spread across

From ear to ear

That leaves my soul

So far from fear!

Gone will be those days

When I will stress

For the angels above

Are finally here to bless!

I will dance till I die

But live to see that wee hour

With a twinkle in my eye

That won’t be sour!

I thank you all

For the good times and bad

But I know the fall

Wasn’t that bad!

So all I can leave

Is happy trails all the way

And let my heart forgive

For you deserve it and so do they!

Brighter and lighter

The world seems now

Sooner or later

I will escape and how!

The sun seems glorious

And dances on my windows

My actions less notorious

And are more left indoors!

Again I am willing to fly

And take that flight

The birds in my sky

Are showing the green light!

When the time comes

I will hop, skip and jump

Till then I will wait

And avoid the bump!

I see a myriad colour

Pumping at the start

The smell of squalor

Leaving my heart!

Smiles spread across

From ear to ear

That leaves my soul

So far from fear!

Gone will be those days

When I will stress

For the angels above

Are finally here to bless!

I will dance till I die

But live to see that wee hour

With a twinkle in my eye

That won’t be sour!

I thank you all

For the good times and bad

But I know the fall

Wasn’t that bad!

So all I can leave

Is happy trails all the way

And let my heart forgive

For you deserve it and so do they!

Bygone memories of school…

 

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils. 

– William Wordsworth

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils. 

– William Wordsworth

Where’s my paradise?

Butterflies upon their wings,

Fluttering as angels sing.

Blossoms swaying in the breeze,

With careless mirth of a reckless tease.

Nature beckons, she calls to me,

Open your heart and try to see.

Wonders that lay bare before you,

Of shiny petals and morning dew.

Sunshine, rain and misty fog,

Tender creepers colouring logs.

Smooth pebbles, brown and gray

Under gushing river, they quietly lay

Peaks, valleys, creeks and hills,

Of countryside and rundown mills.

I run with arms open wide,

As drops of rain roll down my side.

But city lights now dim them all

with their stark lights and shimmering malls.

Where O where, have those simple pleasures gone

of a purple sunset and a golden dawn

Butterflies upon their wings,

Fluttering as angels sing.

Blossoms swaying in the breeze,

With careless mirth of a reckless tease.

Nature beckons, she calls to me,

Open your heart and try to see.

Wonders that lay bare before you,

Of shiny petals and morning dew.

Sunshine, rain and misty fog,

Tender creepers colouring logs.

Smooth pebbles, brown and gray

Under gushing river, they quietly lay

Peaks, valleys, creeks and hills,

Of countryside and rundown mills.

I run with arms open wide,

As drops of rain roll down my side.

But city lights now dim them all

with their stark lights and shimmering malls.

Where O where, have those simple pleasures gone

of a purple sunset and a golden dawn

Without you…

 

Fixing up the pieces of my broken heart, 

Shattered to the ground…

Alone I stand, 

Bated breath and all…

To see a passing star, 

That tells me what to do. 

To wish a wish that I, 

Know just cant come true. 

Because if I had the answer, 

To the question you keep asking. 

Do you think I would still keep

You from basking…

You made me, who I am, 

A person I came to love. 

If you leave, 

How will I get through…

Looking at the pieces of my broken heart, 

Left shattered on the ground. 

Alone I stand once again, 

Not breathing at all.

Fixing up the pieces of my broken heart, 

Shattered to the ground…

Alone I stand, 

Bated breath and all…

To see a passing star, 

That tells me what to do. 

To wish a wish that I, 

Know just cant come true. 

Because if I had the answer, 

To the question you keep asking. 

Do you think I would still keep

You from basking…

You made me, who I am, 

A person I came to love. 

If you leave, 

How will I get through…

Looking at the pieces of my broken heart, 

Left shattered on the ground. 

Alone I stand once again, 

Not breathing at all.

The Möbius strip called life…

Been running a marathon,

on this road called life.

Been running for a while now,

yet there was no end in site.

An invention got on my way once

saw this satellite device.

Wohoo I could see myself from above

but – hey – look – what the heck

it’s a Möbius strip I was running on

Been running a marathon,

on this road called life.

Been running for a while now,

yet there was no end in sight.

An invention got on my way once

saw this satellite device.

Wohoo I could see myself from above

but – hey – look – what the heck!

it’s a Möbius strip I was running on

(Inspired by logic behind the Möbius strip )

This one is for you, Elf

I stand here stupefied

As blizzards ravish my soul,

I am fragmented

No longer a whole

Torn apart, tormented

Beyond repair

i have buried myself under 6 feet of sand

So let the waves rush by

I shall stand my ground

Not failing, not weakening

Not returning once again-

This promise must last

I stand here stupefied

As blizzards ravish my soul,

I am fragmented

No longer a whole

Torn apart, tormented

Beyond repair

i have buried myself under 6 feet of sand

So let the waves rush by

I shall stand my ground

Not failing, not weakening

Not returning once again-

I promise

That

This promise will last

The…

the dilemma
the excitement
the race within the body
the heavy breathless state
the pursuit to be calm
the long yet short ring
the smile as wide as summer
the courage to press the green
the melodic hello
the wait for a sign
the realization dawns
the call missed in time
the smile still remained
the dreamy distant eyes
the voice unheard
the melody resounds
the decisions – whether or not
the dilemma
the excitement
the never ending smiles
all thanks to you

This one’s for you…

You make me

Dream about you

All the time

Day dreaming

Vivid scenes

Opening my eyes

With a broad smile…

Everything that

You have said

Is all coming back…

In a different light,

Every funny moment spent

Still reverberates a smile…

I wish I could

Drift away

Permanently in my

Real world of dreams,

Away from

This real world

Where I can’t reach you

I can’t feel a thing.

To a place that is unknown

To a place where we can be born

Again

As lovers

As friends

And

As soulmates

Time Warp…

 

Empty buckets

Buttery sands

Wistful songs of

Farther lands

 

Crowning glory

Of moonlight kisses

Toothy smiles

Of one of his missus

 

Battered

By the crow

Buttery jittery

Throw

 

Sunken mosaics

Creepy snores

Bourgeoisie eyes

Smoky pies

 

Cracked walls

Lucid calls

Bitchy meows

Crimpy skews

 

Screams galore

Snores the whore

Haggard knees

Blackened seeks

 

Barbed edges

Dry hedges

Surreal smiles

Violet dyes

 

Legless frogs

Grey fogs

Windscreen smog

Smiles

 

That knows

None

But

Themselves

For they

Are

Tomorrows

Suns

There are…

There are poems that write,
And there are pizzas that bite

There are songs that sing,
And there are bells that ring

There are dancers that glue,
And there are cats that don’t mew

There are moonlights that swing,
And there are dresses that don’t cling

There are pockets of sunshine,
And there are empty glasses of wine

There are stilettos that break,
And there are eyes that ache

There are broken wings that flap,
And there are hands that don’t tap

There are chairs that creak,
And there are tales which aren’t bleak

There are suns that rise,
And there people who do otherwise

There are woods that crack,
And there heads which need a whack

There are dreams of foggy winter lights,
And there are nightmares of arctic nights

There are dark rubbery lips,
And there are swaying pirate ships

There are men, who epitomise perfection,
And there are some who know the art of seduction

There are donuts that are hard as clay,
And there are wits that hardly weigh

There are eyes that resemble a cool summer breeze
And there are shores that never meet the seas,

There are roses which sting the bee,
And there are women, who cannot be me

God bless the Gargoyles

An interesting poem by Dav Pilkey

In a long-ago time, when long ago peoples
were building cathedrals and raising up steeples,
they crafted stone creatures and set them on perches
to guard and protect and watch over the churches.
So gargoyles were born, and they stood night and day,
keeping evil and terrible spirits away.
And ne’er was a creature so true and so loyal
as the watchful, courageous, and fearless gargoyle.
But the years came and went, and the people did, too.
And in time, they forgot what their ancestors knew.
And whenever they passed by the gargoyles’ lairs,
they trembled in fear at the gargoyles’ stares.

And as time went along, people’s fear turned to spite,
and they sneered and they cursed at the guardians of night:
“demons!” they grumbled — “grotesque!” and “horrid!”
“Those beasts don’t belong on the house of the lord!”
When the gargoyles heard these words that were spoken,
their stony old hearts became crumbled and broken.
Then storms rumbled in, and their eyes filled with rain,
and in stillness they stayed, alone and in pain.
But as it so happened, some angels were near,
and heeding the grief of a gargoyle’s tear,
they each fluttered down from the heavens on high
to sit with the gargoyles beneath thundering skies.
now, angels have ways of making things right,
so they stayed with the gargoyles all through the night,
patting their heads and wiping their tears
and whispering life into gargoyle ears.
and soon all the gargoyles did magical things:

They gurgled and coughed and shook out their wings.
Then together the angels and gargoyles took flight,
and they soared through the clouds on a blustery night.
And while over pastures and hills they were winging,
the voices of angels were radiantly singing
music of healing and songs of rebirth
to all of the creatures in all of the earth:
“God bless the rain, and the storm clouds that bring it.
God bless the music, and the voices that sing it.
God bless the ones who sing everything wrong.
God bless the creatures who do not belong.
God bless the hearts and the souls who are grieving
for those who have left, and for those who are leaving.
God bless each perishing body and mind,
god bless all creatures remaining behind.
God bless the dreamers whose dreams have awoken.
God bless the lovers whose hearts have been broken.
God bless each soul that is tortured and taunted,
god bless all creatures alone and unwanted.”

And the gargoyles beheld wherever they roamed
that the souls of the lost weren’t really alone.
Each one had an angel, each one was protected,
and each one was cherished and loved and respected.
And so it is true with the gargoyles this day,
for all of the angels who love them have stayed.
And together they wait until days become nights,
to embark on their dark and most glorious flights.
So if you see shapes in the night sky, don’t fear –
for it simply means angels and gargoyles are near,
easing the earth with their gentle night call:
god bless the gargoyles. God bless us all.”

Curious things and Prufrock!

Curious things are happening, and I do not quite know what to think! It’s that wonderful stage when things are just waking up from dormancy but even then there is an awkward hope of despair. Does asking questions mean being more afraid than I ought to? I believe it is always like this, it is a gamble and don’t people just don’t take it… I am like Prufrock, my goodness! I am the living image of Prufrock! Is it a mistake to hold back for the sake of friendship?

Sometimes I think that they might get together, and although it must be wonderful to have friends going that way, it does make me feel unhappy.

And it is all because of Elf.

In the meantime, things are sweet with Miko. However, I can’t think of it that way, not because it cannot be for long, right? We must part ways and I am happy with the joy that we share this way. He is my bud, sweet darling. I could take care of him always

HOW WEIRD!!!

Prufrock must be playing on my mind quite a bit! This one feels like stepping into Prufrock’s boots! I penned it, literally, sitting at the office stairs two days back.

The Prufrock in Me

This city of joy, of mirth, of life. Oh *City*!

I return to your womb with memories of a coffee bar bell.

Spun over hours of idle talk and banter,

Of laughter and restraint emotions, heart pell-mell.

I just wait for you all my life -

Because you will never ask, and I could never tell

Curious things are happening, and I do not quite know what to think! It’s that wonderful stage when things are just waking up from dormancy but even then there is an awkward hope of despair. Does asking questions mean being more afraid than I ought to? I believe it is always like this, it is a gamble and don’t people just don’t take it… I am like Prufrock, my goodness! I am the living image of Prufrock! Is it a mistake to hold back for the sake of friendship?

Sometimes I think that they might get together, and although it must be wonderful to have friends going that way, it does make me feel unhappy.

And it is all because of Elf.

In the meantime, things are sweet with Miko. However, I can’t think of it that way, not because it cannot be for long, right? We must part ways and I am happy with the joy that we share this way. He is my bud, sweet darling. I could take care of him always

HOW WEIRD!!!

Prufrock must be playing on my mind quite a bit! This one feels like stepping into Prufrock’s boots! I penned it, literally, sitting at the office stairs two days back.

The Prufrock in Me

This city of joy, of mirth, of life. Oh *City*!

I return to your womb with memories of a coffee bar bell.

Spun over hours of idle talk and banter,

Of laughter and restraint emotions, heart pell-mell.

I just wait for you all my life -

Because you will never ask, and I could never tell

Elf, are you reading this?

Dear Elf,

I did watch the movie today, it is called 21 grams of course, I smiled… I also read and reread the poem that is recited in it, the one by Eugenio Montejo… It goes like this-

The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh arrived in Nebraska
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn’t stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that’s miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium’s score.

Translated by Peter Boyle

how strange it is? Isn’t it? It took so many co-incidences for us to meet, and so many more for us not to, before. Before, when there was still time. What is co-incidence after all? It is a chance meeting of two events, people; they happen at the same moment and everything changes. So many might have occurred for us to meet, don’t your think so? They say, everyone deserves a second chance… Why can’t I have one more? Sometimes, I think I had mine, and I let it go, I gave it up, long back, when nothing was as it is now.

I want to see you happy; maybe you won’t be happy with me… But, are you happy now? Are you?

Love,
A

The Nose…

I thought of writing this poem for a man I met sometime back who has a terrific nose. I sat and stared at his nose so hard that the rest of him sort of faded away and all that I could recall was that wondrous Greek God like nose.

Met him at a party last week,
A man of manners and sapience deep.
But what struck me most,
About our very cordial host.
Was not his person, rather his nose,
Thus, to ogle at, it was his snout I chose!

What beauty, what an artifact,
Losing all sense of propriety and tact.
I rushed to my Adonis ‘Ian bebe,
Besotted by his wondrous neb.
For this nose boy that I dote,
Are the following lines I wrote-
Thy nose is flawless, like it’s chiseled in teak.
It magnanimity nothing less, than the lofty Himalayan peak!
So sharp and so straight, so very confident of its fate.
Thy nose will make Narcissus weep, for Echo, thine can no longer keep.
Together we shall honour thy nose & make jealous all unfortunate those
Who like me in bitter woes, have been born with a flat platypus nose
But you, my love, my darling rose, shall always be known for thy nose.

Life and Time…

Here I am, another week, another day
Wondering, how some more of that time has slipped away
Here I am, just a body, one among so many
That is tossed upon the sands, like a nickel, like a penny.
Why do I try so hard, to break the unbreakable
to hold back what is unattainable
to twist into shape a body that will soon wither away
Polishing colours that too shall fade away.
Why do I despair so? If all that there is to life -
Is just time…time that will soon trickle away.

Po…po…Potato…!

Fritter, fry or boil, you may,
There’s nothing like a potato today.
Cheapest veggie you can buy,
Purchase big bags without a sigh!
With inflation and soaring tax,
Meat prices reaching their max.

Potatoes peeled washed and dried,
Fry them deep in porky hide.
Or bake it well, make a potato pie,
And take it down with bread of rye.
When short of time, rush hour it is,
Mash and mix with creamy cheese.

Summer, winter and monsoon too,
A potato can be found all year through.
Potatoes today, potatoes tomorrow,
Best thing to eat to purge your sorrow.
Hear me out, for I speak well,
All hail potatoes, they shall always sell!

Lenny and Mike…

Lenny rode a motor bike
thinking he was zany smart
but when he was hit by Mike
he knew he was just a tart.

When you have your silk
In green and pink
Any colour will do
Except green and pink

daydream through a day
and sleep too is a reverie
because there is no other way
to see dreams through reality.

When people think you are a fool
and know not what gems you hide
should you then as a rule
protest that you are not a fool?

When there is someone to love
one who cares to hold your hand
and guide you through this life
is it only then that life finds its meaning?

Chilly Beans or Syrup…

Now you jumpstart another day
Soaked in chilly beans or syrup
who knows what will come your way
the chilly bean or the syrup!

If every time I shed a tear
A white pearl were to form
Then would you also cry my dear
To see if a white pearl would form
And rich we’d get from pearls galore
That from crying we would form

Little joys of kisses sought
and love’s labour lost
what is this life if not
this sweet molten frost!