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Only Obsession, No Obligation. Hence I WriteOnly Obsession, No Obligation. Hence I WriteSitting on an archaic wooden chair in a warm evocative afternoon, When she was resting on a couch, Only few yards away from me,In the same veranda facing the Bougainvillaea shrubs of south... Sun wasnt till then so lethargic, Radiating the crimson go Articles
Deliverance
2008-02-04 07:37:00 Salty love over passionate beach-Sexy sunrise with colours so rich...I walk over the sandy sheetWith two eyes those never sleep,Thirsty for a washed out trailOf your footsteps on fickle sand,Drifted from heaven to hell;I hate those impassive wavesWho expunged your only mark,Despite repenting, brashly rave!The scorching vertical sunBaking and blistering my bald head-Streams of gluey sweatWinding down my folded forehead-The roasted dust belowInfiltrating the cracks of my feet-Hot vacuum around me,No oxygen left anymore to breathe…Speeding through tunnel of shadows,I’ve developed nocturnal visionTo defend unjustified authenticityOf my directionless navigation-Even single breather is prohibited,Invigorating my recklessnessBy mesmerizing fumes finely knittedAnd claustrophobia embraces-The crude night falls once again-A gigantic canvas drops onto the sea,Thousand fireflies soaring by the wavesWitnessing the brine dissolving thee.Oh Suzan you’re fading away honey!My world’s shrinki...
A Winter Dream
2008-01-28 06:20:00 A salty droplet trickles down his brow-This urchin lives in some tropical landWhere effect of winter is ever low;His weird frame lacks a tongue-Hauling a soiled sack on his back,Brown jaws volunteering an irksome song;This tune wings in air travelling to some far away landTo land of fairies, land of emperors-Will princess come to catch his dark dirty hand?A familiar noise blew away my comatose selfInstilling consciousness by its recurring callI never showed gratitude for its punctual help!Reluctantly I rise up in the late morning-Having consumed another chilly night of my lifeI creep out of my warm quilt with a heart full of disgust;I’ve to start acting like a photocopier,Have to loop the same circuit again and again-No notion of which turn is going to be the last.In my land snowflakes don’t fall like showerEven in mid January, ice-cold time of the year;A monsoon land it is, we are inborn afraid of cold;We take beer out of fear from early December-A deep incarnation of western h... More About: Winter , Dream
Bastard Speaks
2008-01-03 08:14:00 You people call me a tainted soulJust for being a drunken bloke,Flying with soaring cocaine doseAnd mingling with low-cost whores-What else I do, would you tell me please…I never peeped at your house,Never thought to torture your broodNor spent a night with your spouse-Hey, you’re talking of Jen!Do you know her man?She deserved that one night stand,Jen was of that midnight brand-And you call me the fatherOf what she had hatched!My throat was alcoholic then, soDidn’t give her the mother’s badge-She was a headless bitch to bearThe silly pregnancy headacheAs I did never make a vowTo be a committed cock of her chick-Another bastard born from blueAnd I curse Jen for the mishap;And now you’re pleading for Julie?Of all I met, she was the most silly-She left her job at the roadside pubAnd dived in the lunacy of settlingWith a hooked sex-freak like me;The later tragedy is known to thee-Living the life of a stray dog,Hiding my face in dark sectionOf society untouched by civilian-For... More About: Bastard
Our X-mas
2007-12-24 09:59:00 Christmas jingle-Fumes of chill-Scent of wines-And a lot more thrill…The flavour of cakeRooted berries inside,When my tongue is wetMy manners subside-Glowing church withCandles of wish,Chorusing of carolCan’t miss that bliss-Lighting the holy treeBundle of joys,Camouflaged as SantaI parcel the toys-New cards and giftsA sheer delight,Yummy roast turkeyThat ends the night…I sleep under my warm quilt-Lucky socks hang in neighbourhood doors-Another good morning waiting for tonight’s merry makers-The footpath momma fails to nurse her child in biting cold-Poor mother reluctantly tearing a broken lump of pie-Unblessed kid calm in hunger and X-mas wind,Perhaps, in his dream he’s waitingFor the colours our Santa will gift…-littleWriter (I've penned this one after being deeply inspired by Indrajit Ghosal's poem O Santa! Yes, Indra is a damn good poet. My poem is no match with his "O Santa!" still couldn't refrain myself from posting it)
A Christmas Invitation
2007-12-23 07:58:00 Snowfall summoned by Santa’s bell,White flakes with the hidden trail;The passive dark curtain at the back-Honey has the hour come,Now can we have some talk?Chill sketched by the frozen breeze,Look through your window paneHow my burning sin will freeze;A naked hearth in the arctic land,A sore getting nursed by frosty sand.Manly oath under whitewashed oaks-Rusted by green eyed season,Fleshless skeleton’s malice jokes;Fault was that I authorized my head,Gift I got was the empty bed.Hush listen to the silent blizzard-Count those iced up bits of tearHiding in the luxury of December air;Once loved never earns abhorrence,Today sense of union lost her resilience.I can’t live sans my vow,I still feel the lost inferno-The empty grandeur of Christmas chillWhen careless whisper my heart carols;Honey, say me once the same you feel.Say me once the same you feel.Say me once the same you feel.-littleWriter More About: Invitation
My Reminiscence in a Midnight Platform
2007-12-14 04:24:00 Clock strikes twelve, smoky anguish prevails;Impatience grows higher, tranquillity unravels-Pin drop stillness rules the midnight platform,Sounds of shoes have faded fulfilling their term.The dim light of station master’s cabin falls lowTo keep me awake waiting for my carriage;Like other two three heavy-eyed passengers,Wrapping myself well, I repose by my luggage.I don’t know where I am now,Music and melody all around…Thoughts and pains are strangers,Euphoria flooding unbound!Is it the Eden I read in Bible,Is there the lake of eternal bliss-Is that tree carrying fruits of wisdom,Does here blow the healing breeze...Who stands there by the orchard hub,In snow white gown like a divine dove-Yea I know this wingless angelShe’s Suzan, the lady I madly love!The space smells so passionate,Infuriated by the enchanting harmonyMy throbbing heart wants to be free-Blizzard of love has sipped my serenity.Two azure eyes like frolicking poniesWhose obsession I could never override-Her ruby ... More About: Platform , Midnight
Just a Sin
2007-12-14 04:16:00 An ominous night betrays-Silent pitfall at sleeping back-Whack…Whimper vanishes in darkness…A blood sodden bed sheet,Watch with a beating heart,No substitute though for the fleshy dead;Swinging cradle,The only witness;There remains his walletContaining plastic moneyNow plastic in bona fide logic;A grey scaled blonde pie in it,Now will be of some businessTo the truth hunters.Here come the officers,Escorted by beastly barkers-Trained eyes scanning for tracesOn clueless white marble;Sound of deep breathe echoing;Every mark and dust has immense value,Why aren’t they interrogating the cradle?Am turning dull or insane,For I know it’s lifeless-None keen to look for the fled howl of pain,Free photography was in his luck.Group smile in professionals’ jawsDiscovery of a fetid condom is the cause;When none cries over spilt milkLife is good.-littleWriter
Cry of an Injected Mind
2007-11-07 07:15:00 The torrent of blood is once more oozing out;I don’t know am I stabbed or a diseased soul;I don’t know why I don’t want it to clot;Can you tell me dear, why my lips don’t shout?Don’t they feel the pain of pain I feel?Why do they look thunderstruck within-I don’t know this strange language of dumbAnd I don’t know its willingly mute thrill!Oh look at those nails hammered in my flesh-I’m no Jesus and so you won’t get my grace;I want to curse you dear from my deepest coreBut I don’t know why my soul and I still bless.I shout at my silly-polite forgiving self;My disloyal lips revolt against me once againAnd my shout dries out before it’s born;So I can’t help the rebel in me, I fail to help.Blue toxin is spreading in me like a bonfire;Is it stronger than the most lethal venom?I’m burning in the fire of self annihilationAnd my affliction is getting higher and higher.There lies a frozen lake of time in my reach-Why don’t I pick a cube to rub on my burns?I don’t... More About: Mind
When
2007-10-31 07:45:00 When my specs turn smoggyWith the mist of sweltering tears,When the mantle of lonesomenessGrows to be too heavy to bear-When my tedious compulsionsFlavour like a festering sausage,When the thought of bondagePanics even my mirror image-When the blunt shaving razorSlides deep into rough cheek,When my last water bottleDeceives leaking in a desert trip-When my boorish supervisorThreatens for my resignation,When I satisfy boss’ other halfTo safeguard my designation-When the long dead ancestorsVisit on my mournful recall,When my interminable voracitySilently invites my downfall-When I set for a far away voyageAnd lose compass in mid ocean,When I howl in burning twingeHaving lost the soothing lotion-When I find my favourite novelHalf munched by creepy-crawlies,When I miss a golden prospectBy any of my ill-timed follies-When I fail to trace a cathedralFor confessing overflowing sin,When I lose a must win contestPut up with winner rival’s grin-When I rush to station but missThe fleeting ...
Illusive Temptation
2007-10-01 16:21:00 The nymph of moon is dancing with the sun;She is tempting the sapphire ocean,Luring the high snow-white peakTo commit the sin of neurotic devastation;She’s tapping her delicate feet and waistWith the eerie melody whichWind makes while kissing oaks;The chill of winter breeze is doing the rest.The poor sea waves are suffering low tide,Sheer observer of her enigmatic salsa;They are in touch with warm sandExposing their body in mannish pride.The lunar nymph winks even to the cloud;The free winter cloud ceases andExotic enticement forces it to dropThose drops it was holding to redistribute.The sprite gambles her intoxicating eyesTo the planets, comets and stars;What a sumptuous delusive charm!She captivates with her feminine disguise.The hallucinated snow peak obsessivelyTouch her seductive navel;Fancy his glossy cheeks toSlides down her perfect curves fervently.The possessive sun gags out his tolerance,Spites off his radiance toThe unruly longing peakAnd the sheet of ice loses its res... More About: Temptation , Temp
Now I Feel…
2007-09-14 07:51:00 Oh I were a rockstar then, of Bryan Adam’s sort-Didn’t bother much whether I had a guitar or notNor ever cared for background melody-Why should have I cared when my virtual stage was ready-My voice had no job as my mind was performer,It was the guitarist itself managing bass, saxophoneWhat more could I expect from this versatile singer!This mind was my hero then, my warden tooSteering the boy in me through all red and blue –Air was so full of essence then like never beforeStars kissing my head, moon luring for fantasy tour-Was I achieving freedom from boyhood bondageOr utilizing those golden pieces of time to my advantage?Today its no more a world of ‘twinkle twinkle little star’My stage has vanished throwing me to world so blur!More I try to simplify the space around me, it gets smokyObstructing those rhythms which had moved me so far-Many says it’s a bigger stage, so do perform at your bestHow can they sense-the player in me has opted for rest;I walk over stony streets...
Lunatic's Song
2007-09-07 07:53:00 The hanging metal bell over your headThe wail you hear, sketches my death;Swing the bell baby, swing it hard,Shake the brass body with your fart;Swing the bell baby, swing it hard-You’re ashamed to fart before them all,Hey listen, none bothers for your fall;Licking dogs smell the bloody thieves,Never do they hunt for their wives;Don’t be shy baby, shed your leaves-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong- rattles the bellYour witchcraft suits the stinking hell-The sore on your lips drives them mad,The blood inside it has turned a clot;Prang the bell baby, prang it hard-Don’t slow down, you cankered bitchSuck my blood like ever-longing leech;Suck my vigour till my eyes are shut,Else you’ll burn in my lustrous thirst;To shake the bell, baby you’ve to fart-Moving to cloud nine is such a funOnly you and I, there’ll be none;Then you expose your distorted curvesAnd you can test my masculine nerve;Hear the wail baby; do catch its verve-Let me lie once on you unguarded lap,Fantasies will haunt me in... More About: Song
The Tragedy of Errors
2007-09-01 05:24:00 Give me a puff of air- I’m badly yearning for itI need the air of my share you’ve gulped in;Lungs are half roasted fishes of your tender hand,Till now desperately alive for your final close in-Long forsaken in the mist of ghostly soulsWhat human sense hell do you expect from me?Sipping my own blood from the vessel below-This caged piranha is damn glad; do come and see.No rising sun in my prison to steal my daydreams-I’m at liberty to have my head in the clouds of captivityThe consequence of ruthless whipping on my bare skinWill slump you over a frozen earth of zero gravity.Howl for an Adam there, like a desert cries for rain;Fortunately there’ll be none to melt at your false tearAnd none to drink the peg of your poisonous appeal-My soul will cherish at witnessing you naked in fear.My eyes bathe with the memory of an unpublished play:(Sitting on an archaic wooden chairIn a warm evocative afternoon,When she was resting on a couchOnly few yards away from me,In the same veranda ... More About: Tragedy , Errors
Real Pollution
2007-08-29 07:09:00 Coming from the world of fortune we Welcome You AllWelcome you to our ‘Get what you Want Magic hall’Come here you people, this jackpot is for you all-Don’t pass it over, because it is not your soccer ball.We will be singing our song here with each of you & all,Men if you don’t join us don’t blame for your future fall.We’ll also be dancing here taking you guys & girls all,Ladies don’t miss this chance or you’ll be ever still doll.We’ll neither leave a chance of playing, calling you all-Under8teens opting out this choice will make you to bawl.We will be worshipping our idols here, stick to us you all-Veterans avoiding us will die before Lord mails their Call.We are tearing out our throat for calling each & all,Staying deaf to our call will earn you nothing but big null!Well Countdown begins, hurry! Grab your ticket from us-We are giving you it away only at a dollar at last!That’s not the all, we are giving you a free demo book,Read there how our golden offers w... More About: Pollution , Real
Nightlife
2007-08-26 07:02:00 Gray dirty bat peeping at the steamy glass pane,The red glow of interior can be seen-Dogs barking beneath the dark streetlamp,Bitches tempting the alcoholic owls whilePuppies dream over soft beds so damp-A drunken man kicks a metal canBreaking the stillness with a tinkling noise,Overrides trill horn of the patrolling police van-The dogs disperse away to some cornersAnd the bitches drop from owls’ shell so small,Cunning bat feeling warmth of redCleans its skin and returns back to its stall.The lonely road feels lonely asHer partner footsteps are escapist,Giving her false hopes at daylight andForsaken in the right period like opportunist;The forlorn owl hoots in dissatisfactionRelaxing over a willow branch;Responsibility of tomorrow knocks him,Ever-open eyes revert from the trance-Bitch has cleared her worry for the next day,Happy seeing her children at rest,Purifies her fur in warm shower of midnight dew,She needs a snooze; it has been a day of haste.The porous moon winks at that w... More About: Nightlife
Hateful Peace
2007-08-23 08:02:00 The creaky feeble noise of the old windmill,Immiscible with the darkness of the site-Black baleful sky above dissolving its bladesEnticing it for an indisposed survival fight.The odour of decayed departed soulsBlended in the core of this sluggish breeze-Only the evil spirited serpent creepersDeceitfully embracing the fatherly trees.A sudden gust of bizarre poignant windPasses kissing the numb burial place-Acts of wantonness inside get amplified,Tombstone frowning at coffins’ disgrace.Soft Moon subdued by a sinister cloud,Murky leaves running out of shadow-Subterranean cracks on coarse sterile soilVeiled in vain by nagging roots below.An infinite space filled by mysterious airHow passionate the room seems to be-Chocolate scope of immoral love making,And pain of separation none can foresee.Is it the ethereal empire of evil spirits,Sketching scarlet plot for a death match-Embryonic human race is at high stake,Gladiators are however to be hatched.Blazing smell from some far away landB... More About: Peace
His Sleeping Lady
2007-08-18 16:20:00 The old man living down the valleyLives in a timber hut-He lives with his old spouse;Love linking them has faded really.He goes out in the early sunshineWith his flock of sheepAnd the woman expectsTo gather fruits from nearest vine.The man rest his body on a boulder,Loosening his bind overHis sheep to let them graze;Solitude cloaks his frail shoulder.He sings in his Soul:“Let my mind flowLet my mind flyLet it unbind the ironsLet it soar high,Let it soar high.Look, the butterflyIt’s hurrying byLook the coloursIts wings holding thyLook, it’s flying by!”The time passes by ending the day;The sky has lost its glow,The shepherd is old once againLosing his euphoric halo.Old man stepping down grooveWith his home-sick battalion,Tiny light from his distant hutPerhaps, his only existence proof-The door of his cottage is wide open!Old Sam curses his careless lady,But no slang does he get in return!Is she sleeping? There lies her body…- littleWriter More About: Sleeping , Lady
After 15th August, 1947
2007-08-14 20:57:00 Centuries of captivity in the dungeon of Dracula-No messiah interferes in my daily slaughter ofSemi extinguished skeleton of perception;Rich blood of hopefulness drains out in vain;Flabbergasted at own vastness of resources,I chuckle at my self tolerance in exasperation.Starving tongue praises the taste of own blood-Mine is no “odd stomach out” as I follow;Weaving a fictitious autocratic state in mind,Learning the art of being content at the cost ofSelf respect and pride which seems minor…Surrendering brazenly for a gory ethnic grind.Sack carrying mule has been my idol till now-While I’ve mastered: dumbness in acute pain,Plundering of my own and neighbours’ treasures,Dusting down replicas of our ancestors’ dreams,Brushing the crops till corn turns blue from green.But obedience prizes my skin with sharpest razors!Temptation of autonomy sets fire to my frozen eyes-Feeling humiliated of own nakedness looks proper;Cat snoozing under chair is profiting my hatreds,Imitation of... More About: August
I’ve the Sword of Non-Violence
2007-08-13 08:06:00 My bent heavy head is terribly aching- do I need a painkiller?The blood inside has turned into a sphere of rotten meat-I can’t find a scavenger to be indebted after I die-What is it- a habitual nightmare or the mood of a suffererWho has dwelled in the darkest dungeon ever known to man,Encircled himself with a flock of thousand groaning hyenas!Arms being coupled together with the strongest iron-No hope does he possess to witness the rising sun again!I’m that tormented living matter on the verge of death-Still scorching air coming out my nose- it’s a trouble for me;I don’t wish my heart to beat now, and wits must not act-I’ve to start dodging to heaven, this time I can’t be late.My limbs are no more my servant; they are not my slave,I’m a kind old master freed them from theirs years bondage-Light of my life will fly to God’s home to turn into His angel.But no scavengers around me, where to dispose off my flesh?I’m unable to die within this black cage, once show me th... More About: Violence , Sword , Non-violence , Viol
My Reminiscence on a February Night
2007-08-11 15:10:00 Thousands of inspiration to choose out from but, I don’t know why my mind is so vacantWhen I’m sitting with my pen tonight, under the starry sky of 13th of second month!I keep turning back the filled pages of my diary, must be expecting a creamed theme;Filling old wine in new bottle though I barely favor, presently is the only gleam-I strive hard to press my lyrical mind on the blackness or solitude of the setting,But my eyes get set to an older page, I wrote a rhyme on black night approaching;No solace there in repeating that same subject scripted by hundreds even before me-Sitting stationary with my pen is a pain, I feel like a thirsty aged man living by the sea!Now it seems, I have to get back to a very outdated idea of composing verse of ‘Love’Those same fantasies of valiant prince and gorgeous maidens, for me not thing so tough-I pinch myself with some obnoxious memoirs, sacrificing my present mental comfort-Transposition of mind had never been so bitter; I stepped into... More About: Night , February , Remi
Don’t Waste Your Youth in Chasing ColorS of Life
2007-08-11 12:43:00 In my life of daily dilemma I wonder with a hazy mind,About how color can come back to life, To infiltrate the gray scale melodrama-Without overdramatic effect As if edited by a looser mathematicianHaving lost his rainbow shade Of youth, in vein wit,Now crawling for snatching from us What he didn’t get……His green creeper died, then water Was necessary to be added-But could manage as well, Not to be a strawberry one over green land,Instead, a cactus on sandy soil- Now it doesn’tOpen its mouth for tropical rain- Why should it?It has forgotten the longing for rain Which was its shadow at gangetic plain-It’s a life now but devoid of life Its standing now ….but,Not under self whim, Under the fancy of this mathematicianVeiled in dictatorial theme, Made nazi of his own youth-How could he save his gray cacti From future drought-Drought of vigor, Drought of green-Turning yesterdays berry Into spine of steel.But like... More About: Life , Youth , Colors , Waste
Spoiled Fantasy
2007-08-11 10:15:00 The silky purple fairy of his childhood day,With her he has flown in all red and gray;With her, Robin climbed a snowy peak so high,She had trained him like a trainer- how to fly;She had been a caring shadow behind RobinIn his infancy, boyhood & till he stepped teen-The first dream he indulged in his deepest sleepCouldn’t be possible without her crimson lips;The earliest romance that made his heart thrillWas the effect of her two azure eyes’ spell!No acquaintance with the world she lived in,Not aware of the reality of his leprechaun,Robin painted the pages of his malleable heart;He was a boy then, till not at an age to flirt-Jabbed his imaginations with all imagery ofHis purple fairy; hard to guess-was it his first Love?Those early colored days slipped away too fastBefore his kiddy fancies could shape into lust.Teenage demanded Robin a fairy sparkling in redPurple elf had vanished, from whom could he beg?Gazing at a distant rainbow gloomy Robin snuffles,Obsession of this red elf-... More About: Fantasy
The Frustrated Poet
2007-08-11 10:04:00 The same chirping morning birds,The same morning sickness,The unchanged inauguration everyday-It bores my soul, repels me whole;I live in a rusty cage; I sleep on its edgeI don’t know why I dwell in itWhen its bars are broken;Willing captivity is my survival tokenI pound my head on its hedgeAnd nothing new I feel in it-The same pain and same sprouting blood,Same cry from my tongue andI get bored of it… I get bored of it-I sit at leisure with my pen,I’ve smaller value than a hatching henAs I don’t feed your famished bellyI keep scripting my lyrics in vain.My pen keeps scratching the pagesI make them victim of my crazy usageWhite paper turns dirty with my wordsStill nothing change my world,Same rising sun- same singing birdsAnd I get bored of it, it bores my core,I roll my frustration on some distant shore-The same plastic smiles I bear daily,The same smoky air I inhale andThe same chattering of a group of apes;I can’t put up with this world so silly,I feel the madness of a ... More About: Frustrated , Poet |
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