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Hope. from the wetting imprints of deeply digging monsoonal twilights towards a syncing cosmic eternity..


hope. a fading 4ish sun’s lantern rays
of a densely dying day- whoseth

delicately fractioned and fluidly

fimbriating nightish fibres

impossibly delivers

a mammothly birthed helianthus sun-

yet again. in an

endlessly countless

mystical continuum


this miniscule stardust sparklet

floats amidst death and darkness

a soul sprinkled n embedded

in your hope. of love..


Pic courtesy: self- a twilightic monsoonal- gripped mumbai


brightened nightlight’s faded moth scales heightened eyeful eternity


speeds lightning a jettrail of life
as if to instantly weave a magic

these scopeless stilleyes
break out in babyblinks

vividly reminisce

some fairytale page

in an often acutely constricting
tubular rimmed dotting spirals
that dims to a drained nowhere

– a portal’s ascendance

a humbly palish yellow
tiny moth -of a destined
intersecting times

just a moment it thrills
by its avatar presence
in oaring flutterbys

-kisses its mirrorself

and the next

its gone

still stamps allover
its image. it’s eternity

fiery lit burning eyes
despite blank screens

defies vehemently
the patterning existential
ephemeral shadows

formlessly shaping truths

in infinite dream imprints

Pic credit: Daniel Merriam/ “Eye of tye Storm” Giclee on Canvas

th(i/u)s [densifying] nothingness


that which was thinly expected

vanished in dashing off tracks

and that which was held desperate

was taken off in lightning brusqueness

those unsaid words from your

still (why so?) steadied eyes…spewed

silenced outbursts of coldening heaviness

unto this yearning soul black hole, streaming

inner with infinite molten suns…such

obligated rigidities

of a compacting vacuum, this

cosmically amoebic destiny

in a chaotic gravitating enigma-this

as if a fatally magnetic

pain-precipitated perpetuality

pic credit courtesy: Kimberly M. Becoat, Absence of Subjection, 2013. Rice paper, stones, mesh, acrylic and twine on paper.

the pic link from an interesting article here at http://www.e-flux.com/journal/79/94158/all-black-everything/

of fullmoons and tsunamis…



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your made-up crunched numbers will never crash
but where’s even the traces of a soulbank presence
for those surreal churned out only-supertide hits
or eyes at the least for glimpsing the everdawning
bland artificialities you procreated hard from poor
imaginations; but, all what

they have

is absolutely nothing to lose, just an endlessly
indelible soulshore still still in crudely roaring
ebb n tide destiny plays
taking in some tsunamis n bridal fullmoons often


pic: web

the unprecedented forbearance of presence


the dreams remained dreams

shows you a melting romantic
in hold of eyes before hands

last night, when we drove
in a windy suv, you broke out
of your love
to accompanying grimly me in some other secretive mission
that was perhaps targeted against the gang you operated
and yet surprisingly …it not even took a second for eyes
in an awaited awoken mergence all at once
my vines wound around your pedestal chest
simmering cheeks in motion slided
settled in an unsaid equilibrium
on your warmth-radiating lap

but then, dream dissolves
inconclusive as usual
leaves an opaque painball deep in the eyecores
and an uncomfortable rheumy coldness
wetting lashy concaves
as they rub hard to stare
at tearing sunny reality

the tears stick around
the whole day as a glimmery shield
in washouts of blinding dusty intrusions

brimming as hot spring hopes often

until again dreamy darkness takes over:
mostly the fears and past in repetitive patterns
mixed enigmatic with hope and hidden sunrays
to be impossibly unraveled:
the future

neither the vastly nights nor the hidden lights maketh me to sustain

it’s the very focusing eyes
in daring holds of pain and tears and winds and dusts and chills and a flashing smile facing incidence: the now

p.s: the title was somehow inspired by milan kundera’s ,” The Unbearblae Lightness of Being” & its film version.

moonrise, this valentine

moonrise, this valentine

a massive brittle straw
she lays in naked framework
crawling craving  fingers devoid of any fixtures
vascular hollows are her body null of dreamy pithiness
 fractured branches of broken hairs wavering over her barren minds
faintly heard arrhythmic beats of dying heart lifts up all against the pitch dark well
lying in long abandonment of creepy haunts consuming her adjacent bodily leftovers
like a thriving snow bud towards winter sun, she breathes in a reviving over his opulent moonface
in full blooms of a magically receptive Pournami*, whatelse can prove more than this
the spectacle of life, of love, of intimacy, of something still not in easy exploration
this rare moonrise stands a cracking testimonial for this, her undying hope, their love


* Pournamitamil word meaning” Full moon” or Poornima” in Hindi/Sankrit
pic courtesy: http://melaniefordwilson.com/blog/wp-content/dancing-tree.jpg