Saturday, December 18, 2010

A Flawed Finale

The murky bundles of sin wove drapes around the heavens. Black tresses-like, dense, curly fur lazily spread in front, partly covering the mount. The features now remained hidden by design, from view, though the flashes of light revealed the crevices; dried-up channels like nail marks tapered down up to the valleys. The drums beat like the heart, audible in the nervous silence, gradually mounting in tempo. The blazing light was too flickering like in a night club; soft breezy caresses callously rousing frivolous expectations overflowing with the sensual prospects, rubbing out the pent- up fretfulness, giving space for indulgence; like the bushy dry grass vainly waiting for trickles of releasing wetness; the cleft, below the mounts seemed to quiver in bare anticipation of a surging torrent. The fields were scorched and separated by thin skinned boundaries, which served as the passage. In dry nakedness earth lay back in the blissful prospect of moisture in its arid bushy haunches.

I looked up at the array of hills brushing the horizon. I heard a distant rumble. Rain clouds had gathered and covered the hills.I walked and waited for the rain to stream my parched mind.The bundles of black cotton peeking from the tips of the south east horizon carried a breezy cheerfulness, amorous and frivolous. Dogs now changed to elephants as bearded fakirs got converted to old model cars. The rest of the vast expanse remained a faded blue where a flock of crows crossed hurriedly.A blurred, unsure moon, sans scars, lazily lingered.I walked; my nostrils craving for the muddy reek and body, the slashes of gushing rainwater.Three forth of the firmament was now covered with the black thunder clouds. Lightning flashed like so many dragons splitting the ether to pieces .The palm trees did not budge in the wind that was slowly gathering momentum; may be the vampires were still asleep on it.

Then abruptly the rain clouds had disappeared as strong winds herded them off to more virtuous places where righteous people lived and waited. I saw remnants of its trail in the far nook of the horizon. I felt sad and dejected as I walked my way back the winding path leaving behind, the dried-up hopes. The sky seemed downcast as one, who couldn’t weep, like the eye that couldn’t shed a tear

I looked back and the hills stood abandoned, barren and apathetic as a gust passed me by like a sigh that exhausted a suppressed desire.
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Sunday, August 8, 2010

off the perch

dark nebulous room, no moon, eyelids can’t bat,
taut clutch of its density, gasp in the grasp; destiny
tied with last hope, time taking place,
in the non-breathing dreams, day-trapped fireflies,
locked in mislaid doorjambs, wedging fallow womb’s,
in the strait for flight, a sticking night overlies
a black claret vein, giving off a self’s getaways,
evading, in vain, ill fated ways,
in to the essential dark night,
vivid as darkness, a spot with an abated intellect,
remote in a small makeshift night of deceit;
tapping me with my body trapped
in the cerebral portholes, gaping neurotic Elysium,
where, there is a nowhere,
a night’s perceiver alternating, now, here.
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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Recycling Delusion

at times,
an orgiastic butterfly’s gnaw,
turns buds into rocks,
on top of bountiful hills.
with the lightning touch,
the crevices befall full-blown;
a zephyr, kissing
calm into a storm.
and for a song,
rambling cries swap
timeless waste.
vapor gilding down
the waist,
probing the trails of
parched ferns
thirsting for dewdrops.
the frissons, welled up,
beautifully weave
blushes on
maniacal visages
the origins of the whole,
in the navel.
lazing around,
in wrapped up truth,
gaze seemingly begging ,
for wicked mercy;
enacting surrender,
swelling the bliss;
in the snake’s stranglehold,
the breath gets sucked away,
by hot spewing grins.
the restrained wail
of a mute tree,
in the wilds, yielding
to a python’s
winding squeeze
in to the spinal caves.
the seeds of the fruit,
awaiting, once again
to be recycled
in to the gutter of release,
or salvation?
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