.....Poemia....

Against You

2011-08-17T00:58:00.000-07:00

How can you moan moron ?
Neither I am dying out of pleasure
Nor you are getting my skin.

Flesh of me,which you possess
Nothing but my mindless body.
My open matrix is your death trap-
you the killer
will be killed by me
And the blood of you will inhale my poison.

Truth, love, beauty- these all are your faces

Here, false is more pleasant
Hate is more accurate
And ugliness is the truth of my beauty.

Look, how will I dry you up
How will your veins cry for breath
And how will I sing my song of joy
Beneath your rotten and dead sphere.

You are not more than slave of bloody white
Me, the darkest pitch
Love you but love to destroy you
hail you but hail to conspire against you
"One day or the other" lusting limb of my toung
Will suck fluids from your deadly wounds
And you, the tireless digger
Will be victim of my stainless beam.

You..

2007-05-25T21:47:00.000-07:00

Just few words- can make the whole world blur
No matter how polite you are
How you flick the eye ball
How you shrink the saddest blurt of mind…

The grey wall approached to my mind
And the memory of unwonted past
Rots in my hollow heart.

I am green now
In the mid of my stasis pulse...
I follow the sudden death of sun…
I follow the uncountable blast of my vein...
And flooded with the blue blood of your eye…

‘Nobody in the’ queue
In the mirror of my lonely desert
you are the only one
cherishing my whole world
with the best gift of life—called pain……..

witness...

2007-05-13T09:18:00.000-07:00

It was a dyingyard
and I saw how they kill
when the mercyless greed
profess death for amity
periphery of pernicious
spread the unwonted wind
I saw how the star blink..

It was the canvas of death
where the flowers died before they blossom
scattered love searched
for the tombstone
and your mallow view
glorify the ignorance...

I smell the rotting chromosome
touched the bloodshed of my shadow
felt my speechlesss soul
and cry-
ah...!! If I should also die......

Contrast..

2007-05-13T09:04:00.000-07:00

In the shadow of stark night
When the solidifies dream
snores on the shore-
your snaffle greed lanced
towards the mind
I bet-dust of your soul
can beat me -then.

Beat me-call it your fame
Call it your mind's sweet music
Call it your passion of adventure
sign of your magical affection
and make my earth wretched.

Moments may not reflect on you
purple haze may not give
you misdirection-
My small glance may not make you pause
perhaps can give you a chance
to continue the dance
-on my coffin nail.

But still-I can see ,you are crying
in the deep of memory's dark manse......

Let the body burnt

2007-05-13T08:21:00.000-07:00

Let the body burnt
Let the smokes spread all over the holy site…
Preach the darkest word
And let it down on the grave yard….

I was born some time back
But didn’t feel ‘love, cold’
Didn’t see shadows over the ground
Only infected with some empty bliss
And cried
I am dead
I am dead

I tried to get rid of this morbid death
I used nostrum to bring back the lunas
-tendered pensive smile with green nuts
But still couldn’t decimate the
Insular path….

Then I touched my life
But not the way it has always been
Caparisoned with the scattered evening
But without giving it the single hint.

I made all the way like that,
Where millions heart can run…
Where the single corridor reach in the darkest past
And play with the desultory lusts.

I broke the slick leaves,
Trembled with the greedy streams
Make an invasion in my sick scream
And again throw myself in darkest meadow…..

Still alive !

2007-05-13T02:24:00.000-07:00

This is not me......
When I opened the door and got the person
He is dead-
Though he looks like me
He has same hands ,same legs
some scraches behind his neck
But still not me.

All the ways were already been closed
The bad smell which is coming from body
The hollow noise from the dying heart
which was made me scared
or the whispering movement of my blood,
poisonous falling skin
or the sign of my greedy sounds
Suddenly stopped..

Pulses of time are changing their sign
only thing that I can understand
It's not me who I am
It is me ,who is dead..

See the changing flow of the sky-

touch me and feel who I am.................

Reminisce….

2007-05-13T02:14:00.000-07:00

Whiteness pours all lover the sky
Covering the land, the distance
even the meaning of pulse.

I know the time has not yet come
When the desolate land,
Blighted dream of fairy path
Can again speak in their minds

I know time has gone too far
With the whitish dark of snowy pulse.
The time--It is going like a nested life
caparisoned with the bronzy mask,
Having covered in the cellular night
by ignoring the shadows of side
It is moving only with infected bliss.

But, still I can reminisce
The songs of euphonious past.
I can still see
The depth of my nostalgic evening
images of my burned desires
in the string of sparkling spring……………..