Friday, November 8, 2013

Floored

Floored with the stupor of colours
I touch them with my sight
Do'nt know how to paint
While my fingers steal a feel

Gluey-sticky tubes charge
cant hold them steady anymore
unnerved I gaze the flow of colours
unmoved I hear the echoing concept.

The stillness within simplifies
the groaning desires to inaction
sight and tears now witness
the fear of deliverance.

Quietude steadied with hope
happiness was just a space without
which occurred to the loss of feel
 an abject refusal to see the pain within.

~ A


A Great Renunciation

The pain I gave you o beloved! is a great awakening.
My separation from you o beloved! is a great learning.
This unaccomplished life I live o love! is a great stirring.
My feeble limbs, still, curious, impatient to an all new measure.
The debt of life I owe you Amanda ! is certitude and awakening stir.
My sordid life tracing a pace uncharted till limbs strengthen.
Accepting Self as in a destined unfolding is a Great Renunciation.

~ A.

Pendulum

Those moments of love
we shared together
in the intense rapture of
expectations and desire
all unfulfilled to the core
often expressed through
muffled sounds and silence
Ah sigh !

The intensity shall
never decrease in
words or actions.
Its the riding emotion
that shall swing often
from hate to love
and back again.
Ah change!

This lattice of exchanges
and lucid transformations
is bound to break
and soon shall the
swing of life and
togetherness rest
the pendulum to repose.

~ A.


It all looks like its past.

It all looks like its past.

Although the evening 
still struggles to snug
into the night 
by my bed side and 
I have still not had a wink 
it seems to be all past.

The dawn smears 
my face with breeze and 
light glides in a playful frenzy 
to brace the palpitations 
of my breath and soothe the 
drudgery of my limited Self.

Even I am past
All years succumb into 
the illusive loneliness that
wash my days while I seek
the strength to walk
past the passing.


~A