You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Friday, February 24, 2012

My Collections!

how quickly
a seahorse interprets
marine blues!

February 20



a ballet
of white swans

distant blues


February 22




how curious is the moon
eavesdropping the silence
of a taciturn pool!


February 23


I wonder if
he knows
I smuggle shadows!

February 25

Saturday, May 7, 2011

....

the words
dry leaves
winter evening...

pulse
like speed train
my uneven track!

poetry
no academic truth
volumes of flesh.

Monday, January 3, 2011

For the transparent you.



If I try to view that you mouth is half full
i'll have to count
the hours of ecstasy that came through you
being transperent
to what you can be
authentically by yourself
in the lizards night

not often have i seen you
writing essays on yourself
with every wrinkle of your body
your curling lips, and diminishing eyes
you....
trying to make fire
by rubbing shoals
...of what u been fishing!

and all that was limpid-
started to thicken ...
getting blurred over my eyes
my shoulders and thighs....

Maybe be some seismographic fault
by which the bones in these dreams are aligned
a slightest knock of breath
awaited since ages
provokes
the frame
to break, out of its temple

let me pull over the curtains
this dream that has been
sought by the honey bees
and envied by the electric rails
may catch ypu by your orphaned core
where ecstasy is brewing
for a hot coffee
with me!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

u May!

if you wish to fly anything besides a kite
fly not yourself –for it may inflame the skies
Kites are quite, so do electric birds- they have exhaust vents
But if you do, you may burn the blues of evening
And the light of morning- would be
A gust of smog- and no peaches and the plum be seen

it’ll dawn on me for I compared

a living conflict to the innocent machines

and kites dipped in the colours of butterfly milk
Oh come on now, lie down
But forget not to tie those beings
to the lids of your eyes
for in your sleep
you may experience the levity
the buoyance over the mundane spree
And you touch all without being touched
Your intestines safely packed in the knit of your bones
But you- your reach shall beguile
The truth of flying
Just leave one string attached to my nerves
So that if you wish to fall in
You may smoothly drift down
Without bruises of reality- without
Disturbing your absence
In your leftover body

Saturday, April 10, 2010

1.49 pm

This summer afternoon,
A rally marched up my curve
I stretched out my self to
wind you up my waist

besides corals, gems and seas-hells…

There was a song
licking underneath my
tongue

and your voice like ink filling my nerves…

at this circle where
planets do not function
and stars raise their
roots upto the sands


I want you rowing down
In a canoe, past wolves
and weeds

into a lake that’ll take
you to my ribs, my
flesh, my organs and
split beans…


each end of my veins
shall sprinkle colours
earth has never seen,
each pore shall bloom
redder than they did in other autumns


my flesh like an anxious doe..

I shall hold my breath
Like a flickering lamp
Away from the gust of your
body
like you would c r a w l up a satin floor
bent on hips over my
lips

the first matchstick
might burn out
but I’ll hold till you
bloom
out of water into my
sky
that surrounds my intestines

I cant see the mirror
drifting you in its wave to another
woman
for all that in you
-are my fruits

Inch by inch, the whole orchard
I have buried all seeds in you.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Once,
in a dizzy afternoon bus
I caught the brown boy
By his wings

And now ii drink him often- his pollens
Stirred in my white tea….