Saturday, November 24, 2007

Live here. Live in my half hearted consciousness.

In my dreamwalkingness tiptoeing out.

Live like a violin I wanted to play

In the Mozart I had wanted to be not long ago.

Live here now, in my black and white,

In silence and in the solitary walks across

Roads crossed, paths intersected, bends followed.

Live here like a dew drop tiara; resplendent

Like the Kohinoor, imperishable like spirit

And crown this solitude in this unbearable light.

Live inside the mirror on that wall

Like a reflection from my past.

Live in the shadow that we form together

Thinning every nanosecond.

Dimming by the beat of my heart.

Live here. Live in my words now, pregnant at ease.

Live in the song of the sailors and in doldrums.

Live like a sad song in the prayers I made

Live like a candle and then in subterranean times

Live like the Universe and supernova

Live in growth, decay and burning out!

Who needs isolation anyway?

My swarming consciousness asked me

Who needs packets of solitude

And silver threads of subtle conversation

With them in cold winter evenings?

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Transient

Blow north wind

Freeze my blood, lock my bones

Stop my heartbeats. My eyelash

Shall not flap, the raven black eyeballs

Shall be trapped in transitory vision

Quiver not lips.

Blow north wind.

Your gust drove away my slumber,

Pushed away my anonymity

From cobwebs as I died of arctic brutality,

Unknown and unseen, away from the hearth,

Fire eluded the ice inside.

I was dying, slowly and unquestionably.

The spectra blurred. The luminosity

Of eagerness of wait dimmed casually.

Summer came.

Oh summer was late in my garden!