Smelt.

Death.
By the rhine....
Death,
It saw my carcass weep...
Death,
It took me far away into clotted sight.
Images, blood wiped
Pristine.

About a girl.

Where are you today?

In a purple estranged whim?

Orange-red skies mock two old lakes..

of parched golden wrinkles..

Green parrots...sea gulls..madness.

and sparkling Fenny.

Selling echoes of "you".

Craze.

It's a year of blackholes and stars.

You get stellar overtones;

I get Blackholes and Bars.

Slabs of helpless indignance

Of your bashing scorn 

and tolls I paid in your indifference..

Those smiles, torn

In sea and mud

Of gaping plaintiffs

and pockmarked trenches.

Sao Paulo...

Sometimes,

When u say the least and I don't listen...
I don't listen at all?

Sometimes,

On a windy rhapsody.

To Nothingness.

Kernels of harmonious drift,

Humming gurgling peace..
and 
Weeds croaking at sunshine.

Blame, it leered..
Over that stunned prologue,

Of a silted bank,
and

The streaming light 

Of shouldered guilt

In the burnt blur;

It festered.

Hushed flights of grasshoppers,

and buzzing lightnings,

Past the lost lucidity,

Watching those pollen squeal

So quiet, yet.

The Inner Light drifted in soundness..

just like he'd sung lullabies..

Daylight, it died today.

Night, disappeared.

Floating in clouds,

Floating in cries.

Marbled..

Forget Me not spoke?

Pure Virtuoso....

And Bright that pale brute white man..

Stamping the clefts of Red rubber light..

Stretched.. running alone a stark naked noon.

It struck twelve.

Shutting those polished eyes

Over hot metal asphalt

Muffled, inconspicuous in Sepia dust..

It slept in that cold, raw halo

Bedded grave of the voiceless morn..

In stabs of heels.

Stitched across shoes .. 

Shoes shying their neat dirt..

Conjuring indifference of a red tinted..

Hallmarked moss

Rusted... which shone..

At a Bald foetal night..

Bald of people.. so few..

It saw..that lichens now spoke too..

Agitated in sheer happiness..

Reflected in mirrors .. after mirrors .. after mirrors..

Of blue bandage smiling over golden rye..

Hoodwink in rivulets of Cellophane napkins..

Disposed trash... that touched the ashen wound..

Appearing puddles in senseless human eyes..

Oh, it's terrifying...!!!

So terrifying!

Forty Past Twelve, it struck

Invaluable flair

Of that bare disgusted stare...

In each frescoed footprint!

If only they knew.. 

If only they knew...

Of a blinded odyssey

so Cruel. 

Mannequin..

Poppies of December last;
Haunting screaming..
If only he knew how terrified I was..
If only he knew that daunting ramble..
If only he knew those visions bygone..
If only he knew how I crawled..
and bawled every morning
Every night..
every sight that caught my scarf's
Wringing rancid warmth..
that choked and clung..
With each breath that hung on more
and more...
And More..
to my lips;
Waxing them with vapours of the last few
Sights of You.

Vanished..

Gaze, the color of eyelid caves
Shelter shade for rapid dreams,
Creasing realms of macrocosm.
~
Argon  & me..

Anonyma;

 Tinkle,

I hear that tinkling

Amidst monologues of Jim and John..

Paints, they sink over the drone;

Of this despicable solitary townscape..

   Violet,

I see that violet hyacinth;

Hidden amongst bonsai and Clive;

Paints- they melt into teary mud ponds..

Of insignificant many traces;

Along the smell of That Earth..

        Pearl,

I touch the trembling pearled rain;

Which grieving rapturous tranquility,

Leaps out at  flickering neon scatters..

In vain; I dredge the slimy molds.. 

Crunching ether

with bruised primroses;

As muffled quietude,

screeches the salvaged requiem.


P.S.~ With a lot of love and help from my beloved :)

Averted.

Cuneiform..
the wink of darkness....
scribbled over vacuum..
crossing the paths..
Of blinks so repressed..
Into a raven..
that was but none..
But a faultless swallow..

Silence..

A sullen candle steels in hush madness..
Uncovered gleam clings;
Erupting into the florid stench of webs;
The standstill feet sink humbly
Into faithless mounds of sand..


~'written for an eclectic man.. 

Stark belief..

The Inferno fell apart;

In a natal urge of flaking flames...

Crumbling anticipation..

Coarse redemption floats in regress;

Hanging amid rusted hinges..

Trudging the cornered edges..
Of a mirthless droplet.. 

Monsoon swept faithless breves..

Entrenched in mistaken silhouettes..

Settled in mistaken eyes..

Unsettled in a bleeding withdrawal...

An Afternoon..

Deceased agony lulled speech;

Underneath lengths of torn elegies..

Prose spilled prologues too many..

In wrath and delusions of paradigm;

Scream;

Unsheltered lap of a luscious mind;

Where anonymity held..

Sprightly twigs with flowers so neat;

A twenty fourth year stretches..

Streaming gaping visions sought..

Of black clay sketched regrets;

The smudged shades of yearning..

It swam along the worn current..

Of the earthy doldrums in spin..

Blending into fringes of life..

Incognito, that ruthless flood of hooded twinkle...

Arose in the countless mist of monotone;

Butterfly;

Over the nettles of silver trees;
Of bursting jackfruits..
Timeless;
Through threaded isles of flaking bark,
Floating in her palm..
Seasonless;
Segregated in silk and dew;
In the broken plagued green; 
Incongrous;
She, the Motionless Crest..
Of foregone departure..
Hung by a tiny paw..
In blanches of sighs..

Stoned.

The periphery of emotions;
Pierced the caustic night last...
In breathless red;
Imbued with a rapture...
Aesthetic; 
All in the splashing murky grime....

My feet got washed away;
In the swamp of blood lanes...
Across faces..
In slime laced nails...

Wild Blue Yonder

Paper boats squinted...
At blindfolded smiles..
Carved on a womb..
A prologue undone..
By the churning overtures..
Of Innocence..

Crossing at a Wait..
For a brass trunk..
Caked up in luster..
Feeble..
That li'l Matryoshka doll..
Asleep..
While the spring walks her past..

Glimpse
Of a Crinkled nose..
Nudged the abyss..
Sliding by..
That dimpled sledge..
Of painted aloofness..
Over Crystal snow..

Never ending..

Through the alluring haven..
Of whimsical clouds..
She swam across the oceans...
And glided thru' the skies...
To reach that home...
Enchanted by smiles...
Embraced by a heart,
Ever more...
Ever after...
And now, the dimples soar in laughter...
and the lashes dance with joy...

And a tender heart..
Is charmed all her way...
to an everlasting..
Blue moon..

P.S.~ This was written for Poorva...long... long..ago.. :)

Hues..

The luscious purple swam,
Gushing past a rhythm,
Of stealth which seeped,
Thru' the strawberry octave..
Casting away a gaping black,
In the brisk flow of brevity..

Ah, a rusted amaryllis
Petal hidden along pages..
In unkempt frivolity,
Fetching wandering hordes..
Of dog-eared misgivings..
In idyllic clamor..

Gaze...a gaze..
At fluid transparencies..
Over the clinking hazel lull..
Transported..
To the errant tread...
Of conflicting synapse..
In a swirl of affection..
Molded..
With a Quivered glance..

Lost horizon..

Sight of streaks in multitudes..
Written on a mellowed twister..
In the gleaming sand grains..
Stirred under the lightning..
Crushed soft greens stemming..
From the seething folds..
Of clouded moss and filth..
Agape in desolate starkness..
Nudging jutted shards..
Of profanity..