A CORPSE IN MY BED

August 4, 2009

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A CORPSE IN MY BED

Creation
Time static
Destruction
Static time
Life
Time movement

Between second to second
Yesterdays lie buried
Under the today
Awaiting the coming tomorrow
I sleep off tonight.

Morning –
I wake up with a corpse nearby,
An yesterday.

MURDER BY PROXY

August 4, 2009

MURDER BY PROXY

A long time ago
Along timelessness,
Hatchet in hand
I chased
Elusive time.
This time,
With a different result.
I’ve been engaged
To commit the most gruesome deed –
Assassination of our most common foe,
Who plots to kill you
Slowly and steadily
With out you ever being aware.
Yes!
It is Time
That I seek to kill,
The ageless enemy
Of our race.
Many a time
I missed
And he escaped.
But this time
There won’t be
A next time.
The minute I lay my hands,
It’ll be only seconds.

NONVERBAL COMMUNICATION

August 4, 2009

NONVERBAL COMMUNICATION

The pressure of my fingers
Gauges the depth of my feelings
Your lips can express love
Far more effectively
Not by talking for hours
But by a passionate kiss
A simple embrace is more binding
Than all the forces on earth.
And do you know the fact that
My hand is 28 inches long
Same as the size of your waist.
Our bodies are made for each other
Unlike souls, they can feel.

Next time,
When you find
Probing fingers in the dark
Don’t push them aside.
Remember
I am trying to communicate with you
Nonverbally.

CANNIBALS! CANNIBALS!

August 4, 2009

CANNIBALS!  CANNIBALS!

When without bumping noses
Breathing a minty Colgate flavour
Lips meet really Close-up
Over barriers of intimacy
My curved mustache tickles you
At the right spots at the right time
Releasing  a melting sweetness
A warm wet steaming softness
Smooth and sensuously sliding,
At first a feathery touch,
Then a tug,
Afterwards a long pulling grasp
Beginning of greater explorations
Ending of all inhibitions
Seeking something missing
Merging into a single being
Entering a suffocating fusion
Losing breath and consciousness
A moment, when gravity relaxed its grip
On time, space
To extend indefinitely into infinity
That crystallizing bliss
Some sadist bastard shattered, shouting,
“Cannibals! Cannibals!
Eating each other alive!”

Left alone
For a long moment
Lingered on my mouth
The taste of Heaven.

PSYCHOTHERAPY

August 4, 2009

PSYCHOTHERAPY

Padded cell –
Scratching the ceiling
I imagine suicide procedures
Computing the time it takes to die.

Electrodes on my temples
Hurl me into hyperspace
Where God and devil mingle.

I walk out, a sane man,
A peaceful vegetable
From the headshrinker’s garden.

AMNESIA

August 4, 2009

AMNESIA

Alive only in the present
Forgetting the bitter past,
Passing the crowded street
Some one you slept with last night
Without even a trace of a smile,
Downing all your sorrows
In bottles of liquid bitterness,
Burning away your impotent rage
Into rings of smoke,
Requires special talents –
Every one you meet is a stranger
Even your father and mother.
History is just a cooked up story
For you never existed yesterday
Your life today isn’t worth a penny
You shall never see the tomorrows
For, you are still sleepwalking
In the land of the dead.

BOAT PEOPLE

August 4, 2009

BOAT PEOPLE

Adrift in the shifting waters
Of a shoreless ocean
In a leaking paper boat
Plugging lost hopes –
In search of un fulfilled dreams
Our voyage of fantasy
Is just an illusion
And illusion is our business.
Marooned in similar boats
Longing for friendly harbours
To unload our cargo of agony
The promised land is still far-off
And we chase mirages
In this watery desert –
Sinking and swimming, gasping for breath
Glimpsing now and then a faint shoreline
A silver lining among storm clouds
A twinkling Pole star in the bleak sky –
Navigating in uncharted regions
I wish the end is nearer
To rest my weary head
In the dark cold ocean bottom
Or in your soft warm lap.

LOVE NEVER LEAVES

August 4, 2009

LOVE NEVER LEAVES

If you love
Don’t leave.
If you leave
Don’t love.
Leave love
Alone
For –
Love never leaves

SOME CORNERS ARE EVER SO SOFT

August 4, 2009

SOME CORNERS  ARE EVER SO SOFT

Petals of fragile silver sunrays
Pressed between crumbling pages
Retains still the trace of a fragrance
That once was intoxicating.
Deep down lies moisture, even in deserts
For, water had flowed there once.
Unlike lave hearts do not harden
Some corners remain ever so soft
For, it had once experienced love.

Those are temples
Where gods take shelter
When storms of fire scorch their waxen wings
When floods wash away their feets of clay
Those are pillows
Where your chin rests in moments of thoughtfulness
Which you hug and sleep in the vast emptiness
Those are places
Where you hang your tears to dry
Where you bury your past
Where you sow seeds of hope
Those are gentle, warm and so soft
As the mother’s breast.

SOLD OUT TIME

August 4, 2009

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SOLD OUT TIME

Those who sell time,
When you have amassed wealth
And exhausted your stock
Where shall you buy more?

In time, on time and out of time
Where shall you find time?

Where shall you imprison
The clocks of the worlds
That which is running out
That which is not seen
That which shall be never stored

Where shall you find time
Again,
This time or next time?