from the palms of my hand, you stand tall

the hassle concentrates the imminent famine
tree
hotel
rant
narrative boils down in pointless clue
opposite a hypothesis runs his cryptic column
can a poison strain
can the alliance dance
overtone
inherited odd
degraded urgency
false mythology
those seldom work in alliance
from the palms of my hand, you stand tall

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I took those random words and sentences from any where I could find those and arranged them. I did add and delete a few words. The last two lines are my own. Does it make sense? I think I am no good at writing surrealistic poetry.

doorway

I have written a tanka for the first time. Hope I got it right.

I rub my chin
reflectively with the
back of my hand--
each single pore of yours
is doorway to heaven
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# 9:45 pm(India time): I have been participating in a 24 Hour Read-a-thon. You can check my progress here! Hence I have neglected this blog of mine. I have not been visiting you all. I intend to remedy that ASAP!

picking up the ladle, I smile at you------Sunday Scribblings

Photo: Rick Mobb














pouring the washing liquid into basin
I scour the vessels vigorously
as if my life depended on it
if only you knew how much truth
I hold within me
but you can't
you never could
now it is totally wrong on my part
to expect it from you
that obssessive part of me still wishes
for impossible things
picking up that ladle
I smile at you
your vision still so clear
even though you are gone
(well, I must agree, you do taste good)
pouring more washing liquid into basin
I again scour the vessels vigorously
to wipe your blood along with your bones

in the blankness of the white page------Writers Island

I move my rings on my fingers,
looking at I do not know what.
in the books I read, I try to find signs-
in my mailbox, what am I searching?

in the blankness of the white page,
I try to find words- your words,
which you never say, can never say;
it is as dificult for you as it is easy for me.

"in the complexity of it all, it is so simple-
breathing you in- is answer enough"

Spontaneously Shaken----3WW

It is no rumour! My PC has developed a snag. No spontaneous writing from this borrowed computer! All I can say is, go ahead and have fun, all of you while I cool my heels! Shake it, baby!

Update (27 June 2008, 7:27 pm): My PC is OK now! I am back to blogging!

Yipppeee!!!!

LOL!

melody washes over mesmerically----One Single Impression

she lay her palms flat on the table
staring at the keyboard,
occasionally stealing a glance
towards her computer screen.
she closed her palms, fisting those-
turned on the volume of her speaker
letting the music take over her senses.
strings of the kora washed away
her anxiety with mesmeric melody.
now completely relaxed; again
she lay her palms flat on the table.

writings on the wall------Writers Island

gleefully I move slowly
inside the ruined castle
I pause to look over a broken statue
behind one of the colossal pillars
I run my hands over it
loving the feel of it on my palms
going deeper I find many more
forgetting the time. only when
the silhouettes on the walls
come alive in the middle
of the dark moonless night
I become aware of my surroundings

I feel icy cold in midst of summer
tripping on something I fall
misted glass twist my mind
wiping it clean

waking up, I find the sky above me
along with the sun warming me up.
Looking down, I find I am still holding
a small broken stone statue