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