poetry of consciousness

Mannish Boy

I sometimes forget you exist
Elsewhere away from my eyes
My reminiscences my reveries,
My lips my touch my craving you live
A life teach music to youngsters
Struggle with demons passing off
As confidants, whilst you secretly long
To … CONTINUE READING »

Ethos was the word

‘The genius of a people
Characteristic spirit
Of a time and place’
Ethos was the word,
That reawakened my fixation
Got me hooked after a chimera
Enchanted with an idea
Poisoned by reflections of myself
In the scribbles of another,… CONTINUE READING »

IF ONLY

If only I could show you
The beauty I see,
The creatures I gaze upon
Their delicacy.
Gifted with a mind
Only beginning to grasp
The beguiling wonder
That is their mere existence,
After millenary quests
Interrogations to comprehend
The … CONTINUE READING »

OFF GUARD

Caught me by surprise
Sun had got me spoilt
Rushing through the traffic
Of bodies lost in boxes
Claxons city rumours
As the sky prepares the debut
Of its latest drama show
Threatens overture
In a thundering deep tune,
Pulling … CONTINUE READING »

Seek me

Let go of me do not hold
me in, exhale, let me ebb,
slowly leave your shore
I will return, in an instant
all your life rest assure
I’ll evanesce, disappear
without much ado, reappear
for your delight, until then… CONTINUE READING »

Muscles

Six hundred skeletal muscles
composing my body and yours,
keeping me, us together
from the one on my forehead
whimsically raising eyebrows, carving
wrinkles of my emotions, palpebral
ligaments lacrimal bones, eyelids close,
extraocular, eyelids open eyeballs move,
upwards downwards … CONTINUE READING »

Resurrects in green

She shies, hides
Delicacy in disguise
Awaits her time,
Nine moons a labour
Through sweltering skies
Vapouring oceans
As we undress,
To crisping brown
Leaves falling
On blankets of white,
Under reversing flakes
Of heaven as we smother
In skins … CONTINUE READING »

Sentiment

Elated man at the sight
Of lightening beguiled
By unbargained warmth
Plasmic hues of orange
Effusing light in darkness
Branches on fire, learning
To tame a sacred source,
Scintillas of heat until
The final flame fades
Dimming glows he looks… CONTINUE READING »

Raping MOMA

Wide brightened spaces
Of crystalline intentions
Once open to keen eyes
Sullied and besmirched
By the erection of ambiguity,
Dark labyrinthic paths clogged
With human bodies blind
Able to observe the work
Of masters solely through
Telephonic lenses held up … CONTINUE READING »

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL THING

His small round eyes
Concealed the depth
Of a life yet to be
Lived, neat white
Beard only slightly
Shadowing thin lips
Allowing intimate
Notes to outpour,
A murmured song.
He sang me the Sun
On a misty day
Whispering … CONTINUE READING »