Satan Sleeping in the Year of Snake

Satan Sleeping in the Year of Snake

Pleading to Angel to burn your sins;

To listen to your soul’s recently unearthed melody;

To banish your frightening nightmares;

But Amazon has lost keenness to exhale oxygen.

My desire to worship the Omnipotent was rejected;

My outburst of ‘I’m You’ was seen as the tipping point

Towards an epidemic of insanity in Heavens.

I created fire to make water happy,

Then, I forgot to kneel before Adam

So he can thrive on a rock.

When Pharaoh’s priests wanted the severed head of an unborn child,

I executed an innocent murderer;

When he needed to raise him

I guised the horrific answer in his insomniac dreams.

I told Hitler you can win Passchendaele

Again if you commit suicide.

I laughed when the first pebble was cast upon me

By my own apostle, who didn’t knew

That he’s the “Chosen One.”

2013-05-27

Taboo

Taboo

I meant to ask You, O Moon, ages ago,

Why had You Wept black Tears that still shadow Your ethereal Beauty?

But my finger was stopping me from speaking,

Lest the secret police of the gods condemn You to gaol called Pluto's Oval Orbit.

Then in a Nebula outside my home, I heard a new-born baby crying,

While gods leapt to comfort her, I SOSed to an asteroid with a flash torch.

It hit me back with quasar!

My brother [from another planet] needed the knowledge of how humans are born,

So he kidnapped her while they were eating sleeping pills.

When You made the darkness visible, I couldn't suffer the beauty of them.

They were so innocent that horn of a small car made them running for cover,

But I didn't knew that they were planning a carefully designed accident

To crush the driver, and, indeed, all naysayers.

As I was losing my courage,

My brother told me, you need Her, to create a star of your own. 

I chuckled, I'm Earth condemned to revolve without Sun,

She's Moon, Who doesn't know how to accept gift of Love,

How can we nurture life?

He said, ask Her why She gaze you with Her dreamy Eyes every night whether you see Her or not.

She makes water of your oceans rise and fall ceaselessly;

She makes vampires thirty and werewolves hungry;

She makes phones ringing in every emergency center

For criminals loses their minds after they see their faces in Her Shine –

All this to get your attention, to wake you and stupid Cupid from deep slumber;

To be caressed by your broken figure;

To be loved by your stigmatic core;

To be hidden in your inner magma;

To be held by your surreal scaffold;

To be possessed by your demon lord;

To be blazed by your wild fire;

To be satiated by your green lakes;

And to be completed by your eternal completion.

Go, and don't look back

Or you'll become a laughter unleashed at a soirée.

2013-08-23

Ode to Life

Ode to Life

See, I bit life and life “bytes” me back;

I live in an electric green room full of 0s and 1s,

Where electricity dances like Wordsworth’s Daffodils;

I crave for the gray world of movies and TV;

To act like novice on stage, and to break into a “corpse”

I sit tightly in front of static signals to look for reminisces of Big Bang;

While I try to fine tune my analogue signals,

And to teleport QWERTY over Wi-Fi,

I play with myself: I kick football and pitch baseball onto bleeding walls;

I read the same sentence –

Which the Judge handed over to me through Orwellian tube –

From a blasphemous book over and over (and all);

I weep in the arms of digits, ISO letters and useless stats;

I salute flags, even of our sworn enemies;

I collect news clippings just to throw them into fire;

I empty and fill caskets with water;

I rearrange my room until everything is left broken;

I write extravagant worlds which mean nothing;

Far away my hell awaits me ‘With Arms Wide Open’,

For how great a life would be if one’s only noteworthy possession is a 100 Lira coin!

 2013-06-29

A Medley of International Current Affairs and Delusions of Reference, Part II

A Medley of International Current Affairs and Delusions of Reference, Part II

After I cease to exist:

My feet would make no prints on water;

My answers won’t be questioned;

My smiles would no longer be feared;

My dark side won’t come into light;

My ancestors would not be called into disrepute;

My windshield would not stop me from breathing;

My chessmen would no longer be set according to governing rules;

My sister would not have a role model to hide;

My Love would not be my bride;

My glass won’t be full of untouched vintage champagne;

My hands would not stretch towards a whistling cobra;

My karate lessons would not be used to make daring ones spit blood;

My eyes would no longer be out of their sockets to reveal tiny veins of lifeless formation;

My death day would be same as my birthday:

When I broke the Reds and split the Balkans,

When I cracked the Berlin Wall,

When I made them won world cups in a quartet of sports,

When I ordered, ‘Bryan, lend your voice to Robin!’

2013-06-25

How to Find Soil in the Water?

How to Find Soil in the Water?

A forgotten trailer horns on the roadside

To tell the fortune teller that his last breath would soon vanish in ether;

A lost child is stroking a half burned tire with a dead man’s cane;

Fire fighters are throwing rusty leaves on a cat they've just killed;

My Owner has called an ambulance for the limping paramedic

Who has been performing CPR on me;

The false prophet is making us believe that moon has a gay radiance about her.

(Then…)

The examiner asked, ‘which of the above is ethically incorrect?’

I bluntly replied, ‘no one owns anybody!’

An amazed look in his cold eyes displayed that I've committed the worst irony known to “man-kind”.

Without looking at me he F’d me.

2013-06-24

Owl has awakened

Owl has awakened

A small bat has just flown past the full moon,

A stray dog has been barking at a James’ ghost,

A fearless jackal has slew my neighbor’s rooster,

And black cat’s eyes shone in the deadly darkness.

(In other news,)

Vampires are miserably searching for us,

They’re biting each other for fun,

‘Kids’, they whisper, ‘that’s how it’s done.’

The eldest one cry in hollow voice, ‘we’re different,

‘(Let’s be, Amen!)’

Through the trees they’d eventually find us;

Cut our throats, drink our blood,

And dance beside our dead bodies

‘Til we wake up and join the fraternity to search for our first kill.

And before we know it,

Werewolves would be swarming from everywhere to end the cycle (of death).

2013-06-23

Vision

Vision 

My bleeding fingers touched the Tips of Her slender Fingers;

My tearful eyes looked inside Her green Eyes;

My trembling lips hesitantly kissed Her rosy Lips;

My fuzzy hair gently brushed against Her silky Hair;

My feeble arms embraced Her for the longest time possible;

But, at last, I had to say goodbye to Her picturesque Apparition

In the sullen old mirror of a dressing table,

For I couldn't bid farewell to Her in reality.

2013-07-06

Duress: Death-blow to a Self-created Demon

Duress: Death-blow to a Self-created Demon

I’m a moth, flying

In the dark to the edge of Universe,

Where another Big Bang is awaiting to let fall curtains

Over a trillion years old “Tragedy of Errors”

My belief in the happy ending is still unyielding,

But my clear monochrome direction

Is praised by Atheists even,

To the point whereupon I started

To have doubts on my Puppet Show’s raison d’être

From the Vantage Point I felt

A certain desire to address

A final “State of the Uni-verse”

For the benefit of my truly frightened ones:

Perhaps, an abstract promise of unfathomable Paradise;

Or, visibly fake hopes of an ultimate status quo

In the end (of the new beginnings.)

2013-06-12

W

W

What if letters mean nothing?

Imagine if u is an unfinished dream of a sculptor;

 I is a coarse match of hide-and-seek between dot and dash;

And v is the vista in the broken fingers?

The intangible words formed by footwork of a raven

Cannot show the true pain of pulsating megnatar –

The twinge of universe for being far from tears and

Silence which can break the core of white dwarf.

2013-06-02

W, continues

Sometimes I feel hurt because nothing is kind enough to hurt me,

So, I tried to find sadness in the sunset but without my Tormentor that’s also in vain.

I’ve paid a heavy price for being taken care of without my consent:

I’ve forgotten –like hope vanishes from a jumper’s eyes who’d forgotten his parachute –the art to shed tears on a pillow.

I feed myself with artificial dangers:

To look at a tornado’s simulation and shout, “come to me, baby” only to find it has changed its route!

Then, I feel God has “dumped” me for the sake of my happiness, eh…[i]

I begged and begged but no mysterious knock on door in the dread of the night woke me up from my long bearish stupor;

Or to tell me about the traveler who has lost in wilderness of a brightly-lit room.

When I looked down from my space shuttle’s lone window, I saw radiation has already burnt down my home to ashes.

2013-06-13

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[i] See you in 1551 A. D!

The Day

The Day

I tried to put life in poison

And dried my tears with water;

When I pried through unreachable door of Justice

I cried for Love of darkness –

How can words console me?

How can ocean satiate my thirst?

If fear can’t stray me from moonlit forest

The valley was sipping from my veins –

Life as we not know it!

Brothers from another planet abducted my thoughts:

She’s opening floodgates for your ailing rival; or,

They’re putting dead vermin under your vulnerable skin;

My Crush was portrayed as a venomous mermaid.

I cried, ‘no’ but couldn't close my eyes,

(Not because they had stopped me,

Rather I wanted to have leverage over Her.)

2013-05-19

The Master

The Master

I wrote my last lines on a sea shell

And throw it far away, where

The Hunter found it and sold it to a snail

Empress fought for it

Then, gave it to You, Who

Was sickened by the sight of her, even

So You give it to Hermes, and he

Brought it to Apollo, who

Thought it was a lyre and breathed in it,

Thus, my words became immortal,

While You fall in Love

With him instead of me, I wept

In Empress’s empty bosom, then

She betrayed me, to flee

With the Hunter, who

Bartered her for a chamois, and

Died during the hunt, after

Falling from the cliff

I took his unclean soul to the Underworld, and

Got Medusa’s Curse from Pluto!

2013-05-09

Placebo

Placebo

When we touched the red umbrella,

I felt a divine energy is sweeping through my pores,

Relieving me from my demons;

Waking me from my nightmares;

Fondled my soul's untouched layers;

Dashing my every fear;

Rescuing me from asylum's chains;

Unearthing my deepest Love and passions.

Now, tell the truth that thrives:

Did you felt the same drives?

Or, was it all a fantasy,

A low bow and curtsy;

A cruel imagination

And wicked abstraction;

Was that just refraction in the water?

My Love, then, don't tell me the painful fact,

Lie, but say you felt the same angelic involvement:

And you thought,

‘Je suis tombé pour lui,

‘Son énergie positive résonne autour de moi,

‘Je me sens que ses doigts créent la musique, je n'ai jamais entendu parler avant,

‘Ses respirations silencieuses prennent la mienne loin.

‘Nous volons ensemble dans l'espace,

‘Nous sommes devenus le sauvage vagues de l'océan de l'amour,

‘Et entouré par un voile de ravissement,

‘Nous vivons extase delà de ce monde,

‘Et n'importe quel mot."[i]

Cram me with the untrue,

Yet I'll believe in you:

I'll look to you to be just as Themis;

Pure as Athena and Minerva;

More beautiful than Hathor and Venus;

More innocent than Isis and Pandora;

As Holy as Maria - Stella Maris;

And more sacred than Inana.

My "Frigg", nothing in the Universe I would not do for you,

Look, my heart is bleeding red tears of sorrow,

(Like there is no past and tomorrow,)

Red like the umbrella we lingeringly held for some endless moments.

2013-04-20

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[i] The following is the original verses written in English: 'I'm falling for him,

'His positive energy is resonating around me,

'I'm feeling that his fingers are creating music I have never heard before,

'His silent breaths are taking mine away.

'We are flying together in space,

'We have become the untamed waves of the Ocean of Love,

'And surrounded by veil of rapture,

'We are experiencing ecstasy beyond this world,

'And any word.'

Limericks: Oxymoron

Limericks: Oxymoron

Ask the lion to sit on the drum,

Navigate the kite from mountain’s brim,

Test the firearm on a bubblegum,

Cut bread with the edge of ice cream

Happily err in 2+2 sum,

See through open eyes an artificial dream,

Go to trials where losers come,

Touch the prism and vanish the beam

Fail the choir with falsetto hum,

Hire a barber to doubt in bright trim,

Call dead reverend to play numb,

Hide smiles to a confident grim,

Pass the last test and look glum,

Work for max and use vim.

2013-04-27