Yet Again

Sometimes my silence spills into words

And paints her orchre dreams on your night's crest 

She then turns blue and sings skywards

Her shimmering song of the glitter fest

When it rained on an afternoon yonder, I saw her run 

Headlong into hope's gushing soft sun 

Other days, my silence waits for you

Suppressing heartbeat symphonies too

You drenched her once in your embrace

Now she stands naked in her easy grace 

My silence wants to melt into your voice again

She craves those dark spaces between the soul and heart yet again

Untouched

Blue butterflies fluttered around that 

Lonely green staircase to nowhere 

Where once I had tasted honey 

Seated on those stony wet steps, your sweet lips

I carry my hopeful pilgrimage each day

And leave bundles of love notes on its  side 

Seasons change and summer blooms

Sometimes those butterflies come too 

But my love notes remain untouched 

The day after

At the first dawn, I painted barnacle textures 

into silken sands on the lonesome shore

And waited for the tides to rise and fall

and tune my heartbeat to the planet's life

I saw death as it came to you then, swift and smiling

Each knotted nerve released of its could-have-beens

Warm wet soft sand dropped from my hands like rice balls

Onto stones that have waited at that beach forever, like long departed souls

I knew then that on tomorrow's barnacled sands,  

The sun will rise and the moon will pull his tides yet again 

The path that lay forgotten, buried, drowned 

Will flower yet again, the day after, if not tomorrow 

Come Again, First Rain

Where are those first raindrops that fell

on our coupled, drunken lips; neat spell?

Dreams flutter on today's foolish whims

But let them breathe in all of tomorrow's sins

Before lying them on yesterday's ghostly altar

And in sacred ceremonies of hoary slaughter

Pour drop by drop that liquor of the first rain

To quell for just a moment, rebirth of my pain 

Because  someday the universe will melt in gloom

and Andromeda will fold into the milky way's womb

The moon and a myriad stars and that charted planet path

Will drown in those first rain drops of love's needless wrath

Dead Dream Bubbles

On somedays, I am a four year old, blowing

countless bubbles of moments trapped in eternity 

Peering into colourful kaleidoscopes of the entire human history 

I see that I am more ancient than earth

Ruined rubbles of memory littering all spaces

Between concern and reality, truth and perception 

What magical spheres are these bubbles?

Here, children crushed by trucks speak through their purple plastic dolls

of indestructible loss and pain 

And adults believe that truth is all white on a black background

Here, killing your sister returns honor 

And walking in shrouds is modesty

Because yesterday, we had algebra and astronomy

And tomorrow we shall have heaven and its peace,

Today is just another day to blow

Bubbles of yet another score of dead dreams

Blue God, For You, Again

Blue God, your flute shattered space

And I exploded in a million atoms, stars,

Dawn's tribute to lonely nights, your face

But you dreamt of men's strife, land-wars

And then you went your way singing

songs of conquest, thrill and capture 

I ran after you, silent tears stinging

All our sweet hours spent in rapture

Some music is just wrong, just lust

And  earthern idols crumble to dust

Our heartbeat synched just right today 

But does all that is past blur into passé?

Sweet Wine

You came again on the wings of glow 

of the lustful crescent's summer-flow

We bathed then in thorn-strewn roses 

Wounded silences, scarred discloses 

Then your hand wrapped round mine

grouses drowned in night's sweet wine

Being Alive

In the secret hymns your 

breathe scorches on my skin, 

I knew I would find, 

all answers to being alive 

But you kissed me blind, 

My breathless eyes, drowned 

In melted polar ice-caps, 

long-frozen solitude 

In the earthern lamps of pain

You had arranged at my doorstep

I thought I would find

Solace for merely being alive

But you poured moonlight oil

Into my senseless soul, and 

Words tumble out meaningless

Empty, lonely monsoon noons

On the floating clouds of facial scars 

You came into my mirror this morning

And I knew I would see forever

Death's grace in expending life

But you smiled and the world lit up 

All darkness, empty spaces around stars 

Fingers reached out to fingers

And a new planet were born here on earth

Emptiness

And on some days something gives in that which holds me, crashes inside 

in a heavy heap of huge emptiness.

Ages ago, your smile lightened that load 

even fireworks, flowers, feet in the sand, 

Memories etched on moment-feathers

But the heap today crushes breath, all hope

Lonesome roads, lonelier rooms, long corridors of no one knows where 

I drag my load along people pools, 

Seek to lose it in laughter clubs, old books,Lost music, flying kites, night lanterns

Emptiness is my daily bread, life spared 

I am allowed only a morsel that is shared  

When at mealtimes, you wish to be alone

I chisel your name into this mountain on my soul 

And how on somedays, nothingness won't leave

Until you cleave the emptiness into two

Alien Love Song

And here and now I draw a blank

When conjuring up memories of the dark

I bathe in morning's golden light 

Those eyes which wrapped me tight 

I search for them in soft shadows thrown 

By trembling, youthful leaves, alone

All alone, here and now, I weave a song

Of sandgrains in hourglass, vain and long 

On my planet, all females are wooed

By colors, voices, homes and plumes 

In your world, does night sit and brood?

Or in cloudburst snippets snatch all blooms?

Amidst snatched, perfumed blooms I lay

naked, all night, wishing the day away

Yesterday's night brought all galaxies along 

I wonder if ever again, you will hear my song

Hacked

Hacked is for computer programs, healthy bank cards, stealthy greedy e-mails from private accounts.

Hacked is for unveiling the state behind many states. 

To hack is bad, good, not so great, all in all dollars and emails changing their addresses.

Hacked is not for nineteen year old dreams of a world that can be bettered, of modern-school-bred hatred of anything that is the "other"

Hacked is not for a life of nightmares for all mothers and fathers. 

To hack the flesh of a human is all in all justice for crimes of the future, past or present.

Hatred's thousand headed serpent persists in its single minded pursuit of  meaning

Hatred drinks despair, plants poison: fear, doubt, anger, nightmares of addresses changed

Hacking is ordinary lives with nothing familiar  - no airport farewells, 

no friendly cups of coffee, no smiles from strangers, 

no mathematical equations written on tissue papers, 

no dreams beyond the now 

But we speak of hacking in a language called humanity, 

But we seek meaning in persuasion and poverty, boyhood and boredom. 

As weave those fragile tangled web of words

That serpent glares; It's forked tongue has just hacked love. Yet again.

A pact with loneliness

Loneliness is a hole your size in me

A staircase running up to yesterday's clouds

It is your crisp-starched shirt, smell of earth,

A killer whale torturing slow hours to death 

Gnawing at my tired limbs and shredding 

memory flesh from the bone of ecstasy 

Lonliness draws parallel lines and laughs in the face of my confused forays into

book shops, moon lit sidewalks  strangers' smiles, full shopping bags 

on Saturday markets, she whispered dreamy words of tenderness and signed a pact of honor. I was to go wherever she did and she was to never leave me alone 

Loneliness

I boarded this loneliness train the very day we met, 

And we laughed into fleeting moonlight silhouettes 

Sharing life stories half-made up in snippets 

You brought me short-bud jasmine garlands of shorter raptures 

And we signed a deal with melancholy night clouds

My train stops at many stations, my journey never ends

Sometimes, though, Jasmines and night clouds

Usher in your presence into moonlit silhouettes