sepia tints

where I end she begins 

is it what you think?
not in motley mind of yours

you can fathom her depth-

a predator you say;

I ask, of what?

she escaped you,

enclosed in your arms-

her cascading locks merged with yours.

time does fade to sepia shade

"blah, blah, blah,
the end, the beginning

can anyone define?"

wiring

under that table
you see wires, a terrible mess
dust laden, no end at sight
wires stringed together
unsightly, ugly

wireless or wired
connectors of the world
from one end to other
lurching into one another
shamelessly embracing

"then why am I left un-moored,
stuck to a wall?
If only I was a bubble gum"

the road

it hurts to traverse that road
in my mind's eye
it is a straight path
but your machinations stop me
I find pieces of glass embedded under my shoes
left all alone in that labyrinth
I need a knife to cut the path

"why do my boots stop me
from following what my heart desires?"

citizen of dreamland

I circled the purple
a game I played
as luck would have it
I had no trouble winning
my dream allow me to be flexible
I become a citizen of one the states of dreamland
far beyond earth, earth year
I don't lag behind
as I now fly wingless
no friction to curtail me

"happenstance?"

hambre

the vibrations
permeates into me
I try to transfer those to you
will you please accept it-
letting me have my way with you
piece by piece...
I....hunger.....for.....you
you.....hunger....for....me
why don't we let our bodies
follow our mind and hearts

"come admire the bond,
those silken ties......silken ties"

peripherals

you stand so aloof
yet the stillness of your body
throbs against my own

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I rub my chin
reflectively 
each pore of yours
is doorway to heaven

heaven I find
deep in your eyes
iris reflecting
I caress your spine

haunted by your scent
I house myself
in periphery
of my disintegration-
amalgamating into you

divisive

Photo Credit: Donn Coppens

you divided the earth
beating it down to splinters
it can not hold the filtering water
that rain trickles from up above
I see beyond the mountains
I wish to see fresh dew
but get a glimpse of the sky
split into two-
by that rainbow

"as if there was not enough hatred down here"

stapled maples...

Photo Credit: Reymundo

I haven't shed leaves yet
although it is that time
I look at my branched feet
look again up the sky
I, my brothers live in harmony
our branches embrace each other
some kid nailed ceramic sun
we are lucky to have him so near

"watch out, our branches might fall on your glass house"

noting it all down

my notebook collects dust
papers flutter
the corners get folded
I move the dust with my fingers
cool air from the ocean touch me
the open window calls out
my eyes move over my notebook again
this time, it is electronic,
a very flat surface

"particles drift into each other
pour into impersonal electromagnetic aura"

a mute question

I mold myself
is it viable-
what you ask of me?
tall order
a promise
extracted from my soul
would I let go-
a mute question
you can cut a part of whole
you don't see gasp of horror

I find you again, and again,
lose you every other day
to what, I know not

dead woman returns...

dead woman roams the street searching for life
that life she abandoned unthinkingly

dead woman holds a piece of paper with a map,
of a place that is hidden from all eyes

dead woman pauses, takes a deep breathe
(I want to know how she breathes silence)

"is that dead woman merged into me, unknowingly?"

other foot

Picture Credit: Reymundo

chocolate
propels one to sin
I fly high
indulging in hedonist delight
you never bought me other shoe
I limped the streets
your lover watching from the boulevard
laughed at my dilemma
I loved the feel of air, sunlight
on my unshod foot-
catching myself in random visors

"who needs more than one sexy pump?"

hibernation

I want to hibernate for eternity
but your banter stops me
I fumble in the ground
and glance towards the sky
and write a letter 
copying from the etched teardrops

I see my girl pal, cycling away afar
and run towards her
we both pedal away our moods
she her adrenalin,
I, my hibernation plan!

escalating

photo credits: reymundo

I escalate to the top
almost touching the sky
the eerie blue light
hurl me into mystical place

my palm touch palpable vacuum
in those steps,
I spin like a top
in the holed ground

endlessly waiting for your smile
in the deep green eyes
when it finally shows
I become a beautiful chrysalis
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the middle is what we are

picture credit: Alison Jardine

I see a crack
a minor thing though
yet a line that disturbs me
you may dot the face
you can't gag the mind
it will fly free
even with thousand bonds
why maintain a travesty of gaiety?
go as deep as coral
or as high as sky

but do not omit the necessary middle

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I completed 6 years of blogging and as always forgot to mention it here. I have come a long way from June 23, 2005. I have more than 1000 posts here. Maybe I need new ventures. Let's see.

darkening light

Photo Credit: Mike Still

alighting from the sun

a child walks on the water

wind can't blow her away-

that child lost in the threshold

of life and after-life.

secret passages of the lake

close in. her dad rues

lost opportunity.

sky seeks the child back into its fold

"blobs of light will reflect first, yet take it away"

it never ends

your footfalls in the corridors
has jarred me numerous times
I have enforced discipline
with a firm voice
with a cajoling voice
also observe that, my words
only scratch the surface
that rage I feel
I keep it well hidden
yet your breathtaking smiles 
has soothed my heart

"each year same story, 
with different endings"

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This goes for all my pupils (girls) I have taught over the years, currently teaching and will continue to teach in future. Do check out friday poetically with Brian and also Friday Flash 66 by G-man!

vitally bereft

I seek an empty space
insanity, you call it
an erratic path-
I walk in a straight line
luminous light from eyes of a deer
lead me to a small alcove
I hide my heart in there,
walk back to waste land

"bereft of something vital, 
I feel so light-
I call it an omen"

jingling chains

turquoise blue stones on my wrist
are at home
I jingle silvers chains that hold them
sheen of green peeps through blue
when a butterfly flutters nearby
I let it sit on my bracelet
an antique, one of the legacy of heroes maybe
those heroes who were really sea pirates

"let the guitar play you"

hand in hand

Picture Credit: Reymundo

I lay my hand 
on back of yours
letting my lifeline surge into you
invisible to us all,
those lines tell a tale
only to the skin

each little mark
mingles with other
my palm turns 
towards yours
our palms silently speak
of their illicit love affairs

"I pen the words, to put on yours"