Thursday, June 27, 2013

Need to React

Sozzled, Sore, Intrepid
I head to the door, 
unbolted it and crossed
Thrilled! I had reacted,
Soon, there was calm.

Its not been very long,
but I am curious to know
whether I walked in or 
I walked away?

~A.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Clothes-line

Is there a difference 
either today is not true
or yesterday was false.
Have I awakened to the fact-
"Life is more about disbelieving
than accepting, belonging owning".

My breath only a Clothes-line
naked neat clear cold
pinned to the beginnings
swinging across space and time 
with a force challenging the holds.

By each morning's light,
an array of coloured shapes,
adorn enriched - promises
clipped to me - ah! a dream,
are parched dry in the heat
hooked clamped to me 
only for my force to hold. 

You can see and smell
their rich fragrance release
by the flipping breeze
of bodies-occasions-shapes
weaving an array of tales
mesmerizing noise of life
to which I swing and play
all day. 

Colours shed by the night.
The time-tied transience
of prosperous shapes and dreams
the clothes-line thinks it owned
Was it not a recharge stop by,
finally to enrich and colour those
to whom they belong.
On evenings I shiver as they 
leave me to homeless nights
with only a bare,unrealized
ill-clad incomplete lifeless Self
clinching to the ends.

It is an unsaid promise
to all my brothers and creed
that untold stories shall pour
with fresh colours shape and grace
pinned to our breath each day,
if only we can live the destitute nights
and to the nailed ends hold
and this was our Life.

~ A


Monday, June 10, 2013

Flow

The river's leisured flow
emracing the soiled city
as you cuddled beside me
your fragrant naked body-

There are bridges across
to hold the scorching bond
my arms brace and tender
you a union trance.

Inert nature of city
holding the turbulent banks
imagining a maze of curves
vulnerable aroused sleep.

On nights the coast caves in 
lusting shingles in a frenzy
still feeling your depths
tyrannical revelry  innocence.

Deluge a measure of passing
torn-drift to nameless lands
fresh delectation pending
flare fervour rocks.

~A


Catalytic Evening

I woke up many times
churning a myriad impulses
scattered stimuli gathering
a destination in my dreams.

Cuffed in a body's wrap
dream time's symbiosis
part neurotic part ethereal
returning to fade my breath.

Chasing desired causes dryness
or was it the ale I over drank
over a vodka carrier cocktail
coloring the evening's stance.

The pillow often tried to stitch
sleep on to a mind smeared
with hallucinogenic hops
giving body to flat life-beer.

Mixing drinks - never a great idea
specially if you do it for a high
to crack the skin we are living
instinct's destined feel.

~A.


Thursday, June 6, 2013

Reality Divorced on the junction of Tudor Park

On the  corner of the UN
with an ageless blade of steel,
was uprooted for a cause
probably there was one
with none to mourn
but the breeze and the stones.

My trunk had grown too strong
and the roots had dug deep
firming with the foundations around
pushing ways that were mine
deep into the ways and meanings 
that only the chainsaw owned.

On the border of the roads and dreams
I stood with my brothers for an age  
- reminiscent emotions from forbidden lands
rooting for life and shade
the throttled teeth and innocent beings
could only partly understand.

Probably I leaned too much
or my dried leaves littered a resplendent emotion
into the rocks the paved lanes held.
someday the muggy tar shall upturn
and my lineage shall leap to life
to cherish OUR share together. 

Trunk was slit, the branches shredded
Aimless roots in the soil rejoice
that to OUR worlds belong
restless shoots aroused the Caution
the wayside souls could trip
some of my breed still enrich
the inert nature of 1st Avenue, 43rd Street.

~ A.