Sunday, 16 March 2014

Wrinkled Anger

Cleansing the said
removing its effect,
I fall on your chest
leaving behind resentment
fall for your spirit.

Listen to unsaid
blank verses of your beats,
They sing a choir
of our love.

A touch of rock
sculpted into gem
A green leaf turned pale
fallen and dead.

We are flowers dried
yet rejoice
the fading skins
as pious as
Mother Mary's wings.

PS: The poem featured in Purple Hues, an international anthology published by Sanmati publishers, Delhi.

Obscure platter

Absence speaks
presence belies
Dreams defy
Incomplete tales
supersede composite.

Surreal compounds
concomitant connotations
Reality deceives
more than fakery does.

One can only condone
with the demons around
Fair and Unfair Unite
Incomprehensibly Undefined.

Right and wrong vanishes
Segregating line become inconspicuous
Sometimes one can't act
but only accept

The platter offered
by Fate.

Reigning Reins

The reins of mind need control
Feed them with right food.
They run in fury
Thoughtlessness prevails
or thoughts abound to drown.

Let your heart reign
over those reins.
Righteous derailed
could come back
on the track.

The right eyes
can recognize
the sugar lying in disguise.
The violet blues
violently waiting for you
surmount them.

Vale of thoughts
goes on & on
The reins of mind
run like a beast.
Retain the reins
of instinctive spirit.

Potent truth

Dive in the layers of truth
Core that forms you
Blindly brutal
Brew your senses fool
Blend them to know
The realities
Beneath blanketed heart
Blackened head.

Turn on truth
Befriend a Muse
Touch the change
Witness invisible
All that is within.

Transcend boundaries
that limit you
Disseminate the wings of spirit
An abode awaits
To catch,
to scratch
to unravel the roads
of infinite.