Tag Archives: love

this ‘one’ birthed radical unto daring daylights, with eyes of molten suns and pasolini spirits.. ends your rotten blackened era


that ‘one’ molten moon-like sun
and ‘a’ spark, this diehard pasolini
spirit in possessed grips- are not
some bygone ‘ones’ of expired

yesterdays in sepia’s suppressed
surrogate dreams, rather slightly

a greasy stigmatic layered ‘paaladai’
still radically stuck from their
slimming silken floatative skins: this
‘a’ countryside’s divinely conceived
teurgoule of meditative severities

it, this destined ‘one’, sweetsourly
haunts in birthing contractions
kicks its way out of ‘a’ kaliyug’s
rampantly blindfolded nepotistic
hierarchical unculled networks

to ‘a’ cried out clarity of streaming
daylights, this child this ‘one’ who’s
breaking free of shackled clutches

whatever long ‘the’ laid out complicity
matrices, these tracherous nexuses

Pic: Web, ‘Re-birth’ abstract art by Delawar- Omar


better untitled than my usual longrunning taletelling ones, as young and innocent purehearts get crushed by the soulless ‘you’


morning beauty datura’s
milkwhite gramophone smiles
seemed today
astounded to comatose
mutedness as if they

desperately prayed
for irreversible deaths
from chemburn breaths, with
their dreamt
faroff calmer universes
in those glazing stillgazingeyes

deafening decibels and choking smoke

were no chimes to their fading

thinned swannecks
suffocating in morbid

-that pleaded to self-plucked
heroic submissions like swadeshi
Bhagaths in pronounced sentences by you
the conquerers with ‘divide and rule’ alienating
mindsets of the plundering missions

meanwhile, the artistic sandy ashbirds
that ever straight-dived into merriment
airs with lightning elegance

forever deep-plunges
into nowhere of the
elsewhere worlds

and children played around unknown
of the lavishing toxicities

with difficult laughters of the kind
that echoed a lost paradise’s
paralysed crops of the last kind

#pic: web, michal mozolewski art

your wholesome welcome in holds of fissioning meteoritic hits.. sets in an unsaid alchemy of our fusioned vanishings



its that splashing tidal salt aberrating sensations

like randomly maddening goosepimplicious
spreads over famined skinnish scapes hung out
naked in toungefull porosities

that was in the asking need this moonlit
night in trembling solitudinal strings , like an
inexplicably rippling clayey pools in rapturous
that this wild wide-mouthed flowerface does
in tearful silence of the corner eye’s liberating

wholesomeness is not an enough word
with its hitting seasalt fragrances
over nostrilicious cheeks
and the flavoursome fleshy emanates
of a fusioned facade

dissections and deconstructions wouldn’t
have strongholds
when your molten mysteriousness magnets
pulls me whole inner your whirring blackhole



pic: web, #RuthBrownlee art

sun-flowered eternities of a sunnightish universe- this ournessness


a gigantic butterflying sun
you are, in blinding and burning flutters
unsettlingly in a frictional motion, binding
with slanted sunshine linearities despite
the momentary flares that’s engaging too

when I see you once and often and almost
all the time..you seem to stare idly over my exuding irises
but then in your nacreous reflections there’s filmed versions

in webbing series.. of how you trickily
insert romantic dramatics- those ever continuing

hide and seek plays of intimate presence
with sudden disappearances…all mixed up
in an awaited aching tone of love’s eternity– an
earthen fragrance and flavour
of just harvested turmerics and home-ground
fenugreeks, the rimming

redness vibes and exuberance you
glower and glimmer evermore are in the synthesizing
of my newness nothingness my
meaninglessly meaningful
conception of a meloncholic solitude
that’s ‘us’ in our sunnightish universe

pic: web, #ChrisBradleyArt

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

no questions anymore…


this not-so-robust a sacred champaka canopy
in scented sprawls, flutters with pink-cheeked berries
and profusely bold-yellow petals

adorns an ardent banyan heart

abodes not just you my bulbul, but the daytime
caucals in nostalgic- hued sapotaceous feathers
and blood-cherry eyes, and those classic black
and white spotted common cuckoos in silent visits

but you my bulbul, the tiny spritely talkative
crested one in bright pink under-tails, have
nested here forever amongst its ovelapping
broad leafblades and shouldering branchlets
since you birthed from ur scripted sunset yolks

this twilight as i listen to ur fast faint and fading
calls until vanishing into ur nothingness sleeps
reminds of my lil girls’ seemingly frivolus dream talks
in some ancient or perhaps alien dialectic discourse

its only but lucid to the core…the yearns of love of bonds

we are bits of consciousness and sprinkled stardusts

birthing lives yet again and again, with remnant memoriesm
and startling reminiscences that bonds us yet again

i remember you my bulbul my lil girl my this alien self too

as i listen to our silences, our full or faint calls n talks
this our ancient love
amidst all our chaotic spreads n breaths
until we all drain n unite unto

the singularities



pic: self 

eyegame #1 : the crisis


eyes in utter
searched yours
in an awaited

but when they met
in an instant
dramatic act…

mine threw away
from focussing
yours’ drawing
magnetic ones

…out of ?

a combobulated

of infinite craving
and intense love
in just opposing

of a racing self-disperal
of an enacted ignorance
of quickened movements

but why?

when the need
was in embracing
your rendezvous

Just wondering
if the same chaos
dug you so deep
and  sweet bitter
stirring a crisis