Golden Goeye

Imagine Tokyo's tinder of a bygone era

Where a little bit of sold love brought you 

Into a street of gold, where breath meets life

For just a brief smile, behind made up love,

Love, war love, fucked love, fucking crazy bouts of unloved love, ringed love, all means to an end, 

all ends in streets of lost gold; or not

We will go and make love to childhood dreams 

of eternal love, princesses and of thousands of sparkling diamonds 

In powdered islands of snow

Rainbow dances of the dangling DVDs

Tiny tribues to moments that have been in the sun

And now obsolete, 

splashes of random prism colors

On your balcony, an entire life time of mine

Fujisan

Some pictures can speak but can you hear 

Those stories that go beyond what men fear

Of gods churning an ancient white ocean,

Burying couldrons of grief-tinged devotion

Under this giant of a peakless mountain

Of zenness that comes with reason nor rhyme

For only they truly know the poetry of time

Can you hear those lies that mothers sing

Of folklores, sweet loves and dreams of spring

One such tale they wove of him, their Son 

When they met at a promiscuous dawn

Tender earth made love to the mystical sky

And they said he was born tiny, a tad too shy

But then came grief, vanity or jealous might

They said he grew by the day and at night 

His heart opened a longing hole heavenwards

And his arms spilled over the earth downwards 

Perhaps he yearned to make a home for three, 

In misty cloud-cysts, but them two, never free

His unborn brothers lie buried round his girth 

Who saw his birth, who knew this worth

He Fujisan, sings their songs from autumn's lengthy tomes

He Fujisan weaves clouds on his untracked mighty stones 

And down below we weave our punctured lives 

into blurred portraits, into false tales of truthful strifes

Fujisan, do you live in those stories of daily deaths

Of your mother's infinite thirst, her never ending quest?

Tinder Tales

We traced lanes of kama's sugarcane field 

Smoke rose like gossip over broken desire

But our charred lips held no spark of fresh fire 

We went looking for gods, where idols were sold 

Not a leaf stirred in that weather of wet despair 

But the valley was full of voices from nowhere

We cried out to love in words held and holed,

In miles of deepening grey-black islands,

But no rains fell to soothe that searing silence

We wept on ruins of stories that were all but healed

Your scarlet wounds lept alive from my perfume

Carried across lifetimes of a deadly gloom

Dear space between wounds, would you touch us

Just once?

 

Addendum

When you dive from up that mars, dear weaver of garlands, will you splash our song into those stars? 

You and I will stay, will not

And garlands wither at night 

But some songs they say 

cross light years of despair 

Invent a band new sweet kiss 

Of two black holes, not quite amiss 

Your Story and Mine

How many stories will wipe your unborn stars,

Dear diver from wild-song skies of unseen mars?

How many tears from afar have you woven 

Into blue jasmine garlands for the ocean?

When the time comes for that final tumble

We will land on those songs and garlands, not crumble 

For a second, or for an eternity, we will taste 

Life at its very edge; where you and I are not waste

And those very stars we gathered before their birth

Will shine minuscule light on these pages lost to earth 

Drugged Garden

As twin snakes entwined in an ageless stone

My words embrace love's image forlorn 

So there, two lost souls in a lonesome search

fill the heart with words in a tireless urge 

But tired, we lie down to rest beside 

Sweet pool of tears: souls washed in quiet tide 

As if sins daren't touch what remains untouched 

Skin craves for a sun-burnt kiss, only so much

True lies, untrue lines, you and I weaves words 

into verdant pasteurs of Eden; purple plumed birds 

Here comes Jesus with his bread and bloody wine

Stones kill not Eve, nor desire in his shrine 

What happened in the drugged garden beside 

Lust entwined with kiss in a whorl of pride

Forbidden melodies born under an absolving cross

Chiseled heavy tombstones for life and sheer loss 

Farewell

No sorry for the lost time, that palace where hurt lives

No sorry for today; just tomorrow's yesterday 

I apologise for not being, for being, for not seeing what I saw 

For existing, for living, for wanting, for crying, for understanding what I could

No sorry for mothers giving birth to daily hope 

And none at all for being left alone with no hope

I give you no sorry for those evenings, 

for dances on time's butterfly flippers 

Lust's death-laden whispers; oh his life-giving chants

No sorry for kisses, wild fumbles on mars

No sorry for crickets and wet cigarette butts

No sorry for drunk nights; stars in broad daylight caskets of familier lies; shards of broken trust

No sorry for goodbye and farewell, sweet Friend.

An evening on Mercury

Who invited those monsoons into our wedding bed that night

In which we gathered feathered kisses for a lonely cotton-moon

And blew brilliant bubbles into the deep blue sky of desires? 

Dear keeper of conscience who remembered to forget

Can you forgive my desire to live?

Who crushed five hundred and nine stars under my feet

And placed eight moles on a never-to-be-erased image

Which gods lit incense sticks to hallow those mirrors?

Dear sweetner of desires that were never to be, 

Were they sparkling in my eyes; those volcanoes on my skin?

Whose deep liquid pools of eyes sang an evening song

When the stream flowed against light and rocky brooks

Was all that wetness to remain in lonely nooks?

Dear eraser of tendered destiny that has to be,

Who traced numbness to rouse it into a sweet-ache?

Who ran the length of time along my arms and returned naked

To that place where we met, before wombs put us to sleep

Did you sleep-walk into heaven straight from a nightmare?

Dear prince of dreams that were to be, 

Are there places that should have been touched?

How to Kiss your Dream

At first, you struggle and then he fumbles

Wetness meets warmth, wilderness tumbles 

Behind closed doors of yesteryear's failings

You lock your arms around moonlit railings 

When breath meets skin, a magical mark appears

Lips dissolve into lips and the world disappears

And then you come up for air as if you'd drown 

But blessings are being handed on lust's crown 

Wine, vodka, wonky, vodoo watery wishes

Hand out a handy mix to yield to death's wanton kisses

And, that's how dear life, 

you kiss a dream, on his full cotton lips 

An Evening on Mercury

We gathered feathered kisses for a lonely cotton-moon

And blew brilliant bubbles into blue sky of desires

Did you invite those monsoons into our wedding bed that night

Dear keeper of conscience that remembered to forget

Can you forgive life’s desire to live?

Five hundred and nine stars crashed under my feet

And eight moles sprang up on a never-to-be-erased image

Did gods light incense sticks to hallow those shimmers?

Dear keeper of desires that were never to be,

Were they sparkling in my eyes, those volcanoes on my skin?

Deep liquid pools of your eyes sang an evening song

Up flowed the stream against light and rocky brooks

Was all that wetness to remain in lonely nooks?

Dear eraser of tendered destiny that has to be,

Who traced numbness to rouse it into a sweet-ache?

You ran the length of time along my arms and returned naked

To the place where we met, before wombs put us to sleep

Did you sleep-walk into heaven straight from a nightmare?

Dear prince of dreams that were to be,

Are there places that should have been touched?

A Tomb of Need

I went shopping once on clouds and found
All along an unguarded agora's solo shadow
Ancient caryatids smiling in a splendid row
Eyeing my magnificent shattered gem of love
They sought to sell me regret to last forever
Plenty of not-enough, for a lifetime of together
I closed my fist over fragments of my tiny love
And ambled along for gems, gizmos and greed
Under an unborn sky, I found an unread screed
On a mangled, mauled, broken-yet-again, sweet love
Pulling ancient waves from his earth's watery womb
While she spanned a puissant axis of bygone tomb
That sun-kissed moon goes around in mad love
All at once, my closed fist held your love
And you, my tiny, shattered, magnificent greed,
Led me to the tomb of need 

I bought all that I could with my trinket 

And left emptied, at once full 

A tomb for need

Eyeing my magnificent shattered gem of love

Ancient caryatids stood smiling in a splendid row

I ambled along that unguarded agora here and now

Guarding in my fist, a tiny fragment of dear love

They said those trinkets would buy me regret, forever

Simply though, not enough for a life time together

Mangled, mauled, broken over and again, sweet love

Just wondered about space for gems, gizmos and greed

Or under an unborn sky, a need for an unread screed

Sun-kissed moon went around his earth in mad love

Pulling ancient waves from her hidden watery womb

While she spinned on a puissant axis of bygone tombs

All at once, my closed fist held your love

And you, my tiny, shattered, magnificent greed,

Led me to the tomb of need 

All By Myself

Dark rain cloud coryllium, deep scarlet rouge

In which rainbow colors did senses seek refuge

Wine's sweet numbness nor magical mushrooms 

Swung me high on mystical west-wind spumes 

I tore apart my stoles made of a million holes, 

Burnt crumpled sheets, unmade beds, hell's hot coals

I wore wild breeze on my rapturous skin

And fashioned feathers from the sky within

Now, will someone teach me how to fly?

Take Heart

Heart, dear heart, beat a little every minute

Draw that blood away from wounds, take me within

Hold on, sweetheart, for just a little 

Blend regrets, sadness, bitterness, from my deep blue veins

With splendid scarlet secrets of your arty arteries 

And pump it all out, one heartbeat at a time

If you go beyond seventy two, who has time for pain?

Breathe in, breathe out; come on, there is work to do

Hormones, bank accounts, little girl's sweet glitters

You must earn it all, dear heart. Take lessons for tomorrow 

The mind weaves its own dreams, it needs to do nothing at all

But if you soak in love's warm water bath, or burn in jealous wrath

Who will spill blood to fill all the emptiness within?

Regrets

That perfumed poem on your perfect sweet lips

Those hard-to-forget tremors, incompete abyss

 

Did stars burst out at once in a song-less agony

And spew dazzling diamonds onto a cold sanity

When each image built is lost as aeons in fossils

Burnishing museums for abandoned apostles

Was time cursed into a never ending space

Did he seek dark-hidden voids and go without a trace?

Whose music raised goosebumps on our skin

Whose voice interred darkness, lit oil lamps within

Love died a hundred deaths and yet in words, immortal 

Exhuming regrets, did we cross the unholy portal?

Or from memories of another, fashioned each other

A new earth and a whole blue sky of being together?

Who said time lives in museums and in regrets too 

Your name unsung sweeps the air as white egrets do

Stumped by Samyu # 2

Circa 24th December 2016, 11.30 AM

Unknown to earthlings, an elaborate event is being planned.

A mysterious poster appears first on the bedroom door of Calvin's elder sister. 

 

Exactly 24 hours later, on Christmas Day, appears the second poster. Right next to the first one.

 

Both the parents decided to let that be and not interfere.Then comes this paper right into their hands. 

Samyu: "Please sign this amma"

 Suddenly, it dawns on the hapless mother that her ingenious seven year old had devised an elaborate plot to get her a pet. 

# Stumped by Samyu, again