sliding through the gaps

I picked a sensation-
turned it around,
I let it mingle into me.
when the unexpected turn came,
my mind went blank for a while-
but I did not pick any weapons to fight;
choosing to let it go

"I create worlds in my mind

they all fall apart

yet I  go on creating more"

musty scents will set me free

I look at you both-
entwined in the throes of love,
musty scents of which reaches out to me.
I envy you, your freedom-
your free spirits mingled with each other.
oblivious of my staring,
you are lost in the vast space of each other.
each of your pores incite me
but I am trapped in my smile.

"maestro made me a legend,
giving me glass eyes"

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Mona Lisa by Da Vinci does not need any introduction. Her smile has fascinated many, and few cynics think of it as fake. But everyone has some kind of reaction after looking at the painting, her smile. I think of her as a trapped soul. This is a raw work, needs to be edited. I will eventually get around that.

limitless space

I see bridges and dams
the ones we create in our mind
had it been reflected in the sky
I would have asked the clouds 
to gift it to me
but the foam you see here
is not real
the nearly blue colour
makes it appear like a sky on earth
but the vastness of it can't be contained
although we can the contain the Universe
within our mind, 
where the miniscule space becomes limitless

"someone please let me know,
who poured liquid glass into water?"

tools of the trade

in hollow bones
you won't find dried blood
I cleaned all
with wire
I have tools
I'm not a chicken
nor am I an egg

who cares what I am
as long as I clean blood

homing

I leave the indentation of my head on your pillow,
and walk out of that door
you wake up to find me gone
but I am there in the folds of your skin,
stray hair on your shoulder.

"when my feet walk to the bamboo fields
you will find me there and get me home"

face on the wall

Street art by Rone

in the smoky streets
I watch the pace of time
which changes every moment
afternoons are the best
when I get to doze off
you see my face on that wall
speculating about my projected image
volley of your thoughts don't bother me
I might not be identical to my image
but I thrive in my duality

"even without wires, 
I am illuminated in dark nights"

the beast demands

the beast demands-
has demanded for eternity
and we give in to it
the blood and gore
weapons of the past
decorate the wall
blood-stained wall
now painted dark red
hide the ugliness of violent death

"he shuns the olden weapons
reaches for his light-sabre,
feeding the beast thus.."

inseparable

Photo by James Rainsford

in heated sun
I stood guard
to burdens of world
one of God's creature
sat on my head 
shading me from sun
breeze tickles my beard

I found my mellow mood again

stretched drums

the sound of drums
reverberated up basement stairs
and escaped from the French windows
so loud, but no refrain could be heard
an erratic beat,
it seemed in the neighborhood
that man on the streets curled his lips
and tapped on the door,
when the curtain parted,
he looked inside with incredulous looks
lips curling into a deep curve

but the boy inside rattled his cymbals
beat our brains inside our skulls,
wearing down our stretched skins
with his hammering sticks

"if he wished for our staccato applause,
he would be waiting forever"

lost in a maze

a place I don't recognize-

I try hard to do that

I am stuck in there

in the midst of nowhere

when I try to take a step forward

I go four steps backwards

I am lost in the maze-

a maze of my own making

"can you please chart an escape route for me?"

an ordinary moment

that smile. 
it holds for a while.
I look at the fingers.
those toes neatly trimmed
I rub my fingertips 
like the feel of those.
when smile wavers to give way
to twinkling eyes-
I want to take a picture
as I wish to hold on to that moment
but I know I can't do justice to it

"the pictures come to life only when you take those-
an ordinary moment turns into an event"

coloured perspective

I could be a millionaire if I had the money
but I dabble in purple, maybe green too,
with yellow stars thrown in

I can't see the nest, not the wasp
but I know I painted it somewhere
in the whites that you see

I hold the moss reverently
rub it in the background
knowing he will gleefully like it

he had never been accused of being intelligent
but he had been accused of much worse
of painting the rusted hinge into flower bed

"but who are we decide the norms, 
individuality will peep out of nothing, 
I and you would be left lurching"

unknown gap

some thing flutters
I watch wings unfold
midnight blue resonates

slide of it is a tribute
to the earthy feel
of scented surroundings

my feet fall into big gap

dissolved

let me hold your tiredness
and those troubling thoughts
you have, will disappear.
I will dissolve all those in a chemical
of my own making,
the scent of which will engulf us.
I will add our combined forces
so that no negative thing pitches out

"I will attune it all to flow smoothly between us" 

walk the world

he looked meek
he looked wild
carrying his saddlebag
he ceased being a child
in the valley of coyotes
he felt so brave
he felt so free
in the presence of the windmills
the mountains seemed mellow
he trudged on with his battered self
across the ocean, there was a new world
deep inside the moors, 
only hawks dared
the sun blazed
yet he walked on
he wished for plains
he wished for rains
his bare feet traced the miles
haunting sounds of silence
admired his spirit
nothing dainty about him
but he tantalized the empty spaces

"a knight, a king, or a knave, 
he was only a young man walking the world"
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Words taken from the lyrics of Gordon Lightfoot's song Don Quixote. You can see the lyrics here:
http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gordon_lightfoot/don_quixote.html

viscous time

I retreat into thinning time
peeling the layers
I left behind the churning ocean
my fingertips move so slowly
on the edge of time
I wonder at the dryness
sliding out of the way
I walk the roads
the narrow lanes startle me
again the husk of time take me in
I smile and turn my face

"viscosity of time has to flow like liquid"

a book in which I am contained

between the pages

I found a feather

in the margins

notes written for me

the frantic desires

depicted for all to read

you collected me

in those pages

invisible to others

I see the silken threads

the ties, the knots

your dexterous fingers

working those

"I like the slide of your breath against my skin"

rivulets of space

spaces. unseen spaces.
can you parade it between us-
tangible in its wake
I leave my space to smile at your a boyish charm
a flame gasps and slips in between
I let it defy with my typical thinking
a space can't question it

I put my elbow on my thigh,
go into a trance
creating bit more space

"we can let it melt later, merging it with musty rivulets of ourselves"

cut a lemon into half

you stuck that fork into a lemon
I can't look at it now
you made the sourness disappear
I don't have affinity for bitterness
what do you carry in your satchel
you fidget when I ask for it
I will not mention it again
if you share that glass with me

"whose blood came out of lemon,
or is it only reddened tears?"

angel of shadows

in a corner of that street
a shadow looms large
it lingers lazily
somehow unafraid
I put out a hand to touch it;
in my loneliness I feel it caressing me-
magically I find myself transported to the dunes
sands under my feet feel like silky water
magic is created in the atmosphere
I absorb it all
unbroken wind blows in circles
unseen yet palpable

"an angel embellishing another world visits me occasionally"