Akshara: April 2014

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Divinations. ...Intimations

Divinations....Intimations .

Come to me.I am not hurtful.
You are my devotional song.
I want to sing.

Or stay away! Anyway, the song will reach you.
It floats in the ether for timeless angels to hear.

There is no second guessing me.I don't vaccilate.
My constancy compels me to lack courage. For noone can stop the bullet in motion but the soft flesh it impales.

Only I can stop myself. Only I can apply the brakes.

I impel none to do my heart's desire. For that is the duty of my own heart. Only can I do justice to myself.

Stay somewhere friend...In a safe space. ..where the sand can clutch the shore but not get washed away...
Where waves dance in the wind afar and flicker with momentary courage. .

Stay where you can hear the sea song.
Its not a siren's call.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Storm BCR

Toes are curling
Thin trickling treacles of tension
Tormenting my heart.
To battle
A physical revulsion
To win
An evil compulsion.

Dread gumming the cheeks
To shout out would be to
Lose all the air I breathe.

Wreaths of whorling anger
Collude and coalesce
The tears of fury gathering
Crash of dread.
The shores of life destabilized
Upsetting tectonics
Ground to retreat
Cut off beneath my feet.

Serrating pulsation prior to eruption
The brain magma mounts
melting and menacing
And I am afraid
I am quite in a trance
The momentous pause
Before
My Nataraj dance

As the gale forces the anemometer into a harrowing craze
Bending breaking erasing
All trace of compassion
I am now goddess
Not your victim
I am tri kaya
The three eyed terrible wench
Watch out
A wild storm is coming
My foul rage outbreaking
Either
Heaven with Earth
embrace
Or
This storm annihilates
your wickedness.

Time to. ...be Alone

Do not mistake, passion- buds in every breast
The plain, the ugly, the overweight
There is a call in all of us
Find, search, quest, look alas-
Looks determine that which you'll find
Look at your mirror- Are you angel or fiend?

My mother said I'll have the best match of all
Such a good girl, an obedient doll
Papa said there'll come along a handsome prince
& to all ye folks, I have been looking ever since. ....

My heart is not my own I cannot give
Learn to live and somehow forgive
All my life the quest goes on
Somehow in solitude to love, glad to be alone.

I see the dashing young man next door
Primp up his hair and off on a bike he roars
I watch the middle aged, hair shiny well oiled
Set off to work and a day full of toil....

One will be courted and feted by fate
The other will desire but soon learn to hate
That which he desires dismissed as a dream
Hold on to that which is not what it seems

Of the many who tread plodding daily on
Going about their affairs under the sun
I sing to you all for alone I know
There's a song in your heart that you can never show...

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Looking at the Blue Sky

HRight here Right Now I am getting feelings looking at the blue sky, So ...here's the third of my set of Monday poems!

Looking at the Blue Sky!

Looking at the blue sky
saying to myself "my! my!"
look at the world just float by
Silly sweet gaia, "bye ! bye!"

Bye! bye! pain,..feel the rain
Touch the cheek and just when
You are showering hossanas
Right then besides you
A million honey drops of dew
Kiss your skin
soak softly in
And I say, my soul to all souls
Amen

Sifting through my arms and then below
Soft fluffy clouds tease and tickle toes
I am a being washed cleansed in light
Time has put on its veil so bright

Dazzling the burning bridge to hell
Pain swirling down the drain to unknown wells
Flaking the dancing cream of
Joy
Spreading ice cream on the sky "oh boy!"

It's my life now dancing pirouettes and figures of eights prancing
Joy is my laughing partner
To the dance then
Till my death!

Dreaming In Muted Screams

I am dreaming of tomorrow
Why dont you see my sorrow
Sweet my sweet steady me up
Lying screaming on the floor.

In my vision's darkness
In my nightmares madness
I feel your excalibur
Its pointing at the door.

Scorpions come screeching
The devil's own is preaching
My soul is steeped in desire
I am dissolute to the core.

Shapes shifting round me
Visions of pain and ecstacy
I am holding out my hands to catch
Together we are so much more

Than mere mortal mavericks
And this life isn't a bag of tricks
We can be knight and lady on blissful silent shores

Of blisters and their blessings
Of blood and your balm of dressings
Dreams and dread desires all tread
My mind His universe tracing...

Popping Out

THere's my Mondays poem.

Popping Out

Hey kid we gotta go
The clock ain't never gonna slow
Up and down the staircase
Life's on the flow

Met you on the way up
You handed me a full cup
In no time it was over
I feel like a greedy pup

On our own again and down we go
Softly in sad slow_mo
Our cores getting exposed
As we land in a heap on the floor

Quiet landmines and grand heartbreaks
softly throbbing heart aches
Lets do the reality check
Are we doing fake?

Cruising down my railing
High fives on my ceiling
Slip slide glide and ride
A glitch a glimpse you're bailing

Sea of adventure, calling
Life boats go a sailing
If you dive in you got to swim
Some awesome waves are rolling

Heavy stones settle on ocean floors
Corals beckon like the girl next door
My song is stuck in gasps now sobbing 'coz you nailed my heart to the core.

Forgive my passion if I'm living
Death is only for the dying
To make it fake is to cheat
I had rather you left me crying

This is not a midnight game
Lighting up a little flame
My soul brother there's a name
For claimants to such fame.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

An Ear to the Ground

Keeper keep my keys for me
My house in Cape Town's by the sea
Deep and blue and rollling wide
The waves lead me in towards the tide
Towards the endless vision in blue
And keeper I trust my keys with you

Nothing but to venture then
Accross the ocean live valiant men
The mystic churning of the mind
Seaward motions the heart to find
out of the water and at my feet
A conch comes rolling in a lone watery wraith
In sheathed sand I am encased
As I bring up my knees and hug my chest.
Burrowing into the sandy mound
Pretending my lover lies underground
The conch shell be his ear unveiled
That he hears my heartbeat tell its tale
Then the vengeful waves roll in and roar
In watery grave my brine outpours
The legion waves clamor in pride
The sea will have its bride tonight
Night! my keeper keep the keys
Willingly I leave your lees
A turn or two and oh! How we click
The last line is mine I reserve its trick!
Let who can guess give life to my lines
Perusing eyes of
Stone shall turn to brine

Oh keeper throw down the shining keys
deep to the bottomless rustred seas.

Friday, April 25, 2014

My Unwedded Vows

My unwedded vows

I do keep close counsel
I remain betrothed to my heart
I never shall be
False to thee
And if you play the part
I shall be your play
You can have any part
Be a hero or shameless flirt
Take the lead or let me start
I shall surrender my will
I trust you and keep still
My values I do keep
And on silent nights
You may hear me weep

For better for worse
Through breath , till death
Through ties that bind
You and I still will find
That this love was so
The only way for us to go

The path deludes
But never eludes
You want to be free
Then Angel follow me.

Poem of You / King of Light

HEY soul is steeped in the joys of existence
Steeled by determination to not let a moment of pain
Creep in
My humility exhorts me to obedience
Friend I follow it as a labor of love
My duty is your command
To love my existence
Made richer than the richest man on earth today
This cophetua's beggar maid
I have filled the bowl from living waters
I am drunk in existence!
What is it about you like a victor you walk in moving motions of
Light surrounding encircling my being in a wreath of joy and grace
Today I have crowned you my king
And dethroned the king of
Pain.
Oh poem of you, I cannot
go on, for you have given me the sun
The light of love it binds
And blinds
I am blinking dazzled, sinking on my knees O most radiant one

Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Storyteller's Tale

I will not tell you my story
For I have no story to tell
Just stringing random selection of words
That resonate in the well

The well of secret tears like ambergris unshed
The silken slime of shame and dry grimy puddles of dread
Somedays in morning's honey
My mind rings like a bell
The good the great the beautiful
Soft chimes that foretell

Your store of tears their story untold
They will not stay contained
Someone walks besides you
To wipe these tears he sent

I am not a here
And nor over there am I
My path begins the glory
And sorts out your hows and whys
You will dance the song of your story
Till you make your author cry...
And your own cause validate
Yourself indemnify.

Never were there departures
And never there are goodbyes
The Is that exists is the only cause For on its ashes the Phoenix shall rise.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

I Rest and Reside in You

O jedi o magi I am not learned in art or artifice
I am not a prodigious powerhouse if you please
Nor auto selected to stellar serendipity
I carry no mythical magic wand no lethal light sabre
I come bearing you one gift and only one
My utter and complete humility and submission.

I, jaded jostled chipped figurine fondled by crude callousness carelessly handled
dropped off from the nest of care too early terribly mangled
Unable to even understand what it is I bear.

Our meeting perhaps providence
Was only expediency drawing near.
I came in your gun sight causally
Even casually.
I had nothing to fear
Pinned up on a board i was a little balloon
Shot at! popping for all to hear.

See me magi my hands are not hidden in trick sleeves
See my hideous scars
O brave Jedi shed only a tear
And I promise I won't make it too dear
I have found in you briefest shadow of a restful shelter
I am not leaving let me stand a moment here.

A Poets Love

A Poets Love.

I have seen him in one fractured glimpse
of my shattered crystal globe
A shard of sunlight
Under a tree
In foreign exotic robe.
softly smouldering me
like a
Real Prince
Arrogance etched upon his lips
Fire in his eyes
And ever since
He resembles deep smoke on the water to me.
And ever since
His teasing pictures dance like a
haze in the mirror in me.

But this wicked vision
Comes from afar
Let no one come too close or near
A land of unbroken sea and stars
Fringed by cliffs so sheer.
His house upon the very peak
It's keys carried in an eagle's beak
O no one come too near.

My childhood home was by the seas
The gateways trembling in the waves on the lees
O keeper give back my keys to me
But His kingdom's crystal gates have closed

Days have passed many suns arose
The limbre tree now sheds its reddened gold
My skies are flush with my blushes bold
And you poet are the only soul I chose, behold-

And you proud poet are the only soul I choose to behold....

Two hearts one tune some divine graces
Twin rivers softly kissing each others tresses
Before
plunging into the sea that blesses
Such a lovely communion
Such a silvery reunion

May such kindred tales unfold.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Woman In Love BCR

Ladies...A Woman in Love.

You are my love. Making me love.
Holding my breath.
I beg you fate.
Let him please stay. Don't take him away .
A few chance words. struck romantic chords.
A sudden haunting glance.
One strangely silent dance.
Your thoughtful pause..
Love makes up its own cause.

You are my love. Making me love.
I am all in a state.
Egging my fate.
Do it I dare you. Just snatch him away.
Some sweet nothings said. Some blushing bright red.
A piercing look. In your
talons, like hooks.
A slight break in your voice.
Loving you is not a choice..

You are my love. Making me love.
How shall I confess. My saffron dress.
hiked up by chance. just caught your glance..
Your scorching eyes. They wanted me.
Finding me free. They made me see.
Love dreams its own
romance.

You are my love . Making me love. Holding us close..
That's how it goes.
You've been to my dreams. You're the heart
Of my scenes. I was an easy catch, they'll say.
We walked the town blue.
My hand clutching you.
Love makes up Its own
play.

You are my love.Making me love.
Creating the scene.Out of
My dreams. I have searched for my soul.
I have searched in my soul. To ask for a key.
A talisman a totem
To rephrase my pleas.
How sweet pleasure turns quickly
To sick miseries. Love mourns it's own loss.

Mise en scene didnt take; you were marched off stage, by insecurities.
I loved you knowing already
There would be enddays like these.
From the little life I had seen. The few places that I had been. I knew what you knew. That I would lose you ...miss you dreadfully...nothing sticks to me.
Love likes to feel blue.

You are my own. My flesh and bone. My loving was true. Pity my foot couldn't fit
your fragile glass shoe.
Orange slivers you fed me peeling my heart
Kissed where you bled me
A sweet tart's desserts. .
I ate avidly manna from precocious heaven
for forty days though the
rest of my life be
In the gardens of Gethsemane..

Love I love you. I had put a lock on my heart.When I climbed out of your ramshackle car..and you let the engine start.
You did me all the honors. The token tears you shed
Mine had dried and fled my eyes.
Out of terror and abiding dread.
I couldnt bear it anymore. Half truths and lukewarm love
But in the darkness of that night
I spied what's over and above
knowledge of lies
That were, is and will be
But nothing not a thing my love
Can diminish my love you see.

Love ensures love will be.
This love will be.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Soul

I have my soul
Or do I
It has my intentions
Or does it?
Only the soul knows or cares
What they are or why.
I must be good
Says who
Er..it's thought your soul should.
I must love and support and help
And not expect
Any debt of gratitude.

Life's can make you smile just like that then..
When a mother and her children board a carousel
The mother is afraid but the innocent young daredevils gleeful
Faster harder
They want the ride
To tear them apart
jerking from side to side..
Erasing all
Complacency.
Gratitude is acceptance.

The sky whirls round and round
In my mad merry go round
I am spinning arms-a-flailing
An aimless top in a vast motionless frozen world.
A bubble of silence.

Oh! the sky, heaven's heart is blue
Soul then you must be too
Gold flecked clouds of late afternoon
Then are they my noblest thoughts?

Soul I may not see you
Touch or hear or smell you
I cannot think you
The definition dares not arrive
If I say I feel you
It must be
my poor broken heart
So soul
Where do I begin and You start?
I haven't got a clue
Yet I must sense you
Within me
To save my soul
Preserve its designated destiny
Without
Knowing
Whereabouts or way.
I have to believe
I have to evolve you
For only the highest
Souls climb the crest of destiny
And that's the other loaded word dangerously slippery, dicey.
Entre vous I entreat
You
Make me come apart and shred me to strings of brilliance that's a foreshadowing
Of the joys that will be
When together we fly
The kite the master with the flight plan
The guide to glimmering divinity
Glidings of the hand below
Into motions that evade our vision and second sight
In its luminous economy.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Hot Air Balloon BCR

Hot Air Balloon

My soul floats ascending like a hot air balloon
Faster and faster till the earth looks like the moon
Places and people fade like black holes and sand dunes
My body is undone.
The air is silent in peaceful high afternoon
My brief stay in the sun.

God takes a siesta while I am in a swoon
I recall nothing for my life was o'er too soon
Having passed on at three.
God have mercy on young souls grant us your boon
We elevate to be free.

Higher and higher we rise up your paens to croon
The air is getting chillier like the back of a spoon
Hot air and light are we wispy wishful balloons
Borne aloft in joy.
Our parents cry loudly they are deaf to our tunes.
We are sailing ahoy.

Terribly bright tonight this side of the dark moon
Reborn in fresh garbs new we shall descend too soon.
Meanwhile effortless we float trailing bright festoons.
we are trust's buoyancy.
Incarnadine sunset skies a fiery spitoon
Love, hope and faith are we.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

In a Thousand Days Or Years BCR

I will not be able

To rest my burning head

Oh how I crave

To let you know
I am not the walking
dead
I live
But
I will never learn, no never
To be complete in solitude.
I can't be alone with mhyself.
I am company.
I carry a circus, It tents in my head.
The fools and magicians inside scream for dominance.
shredded by reality daily
To garbage
my myriad dreams are like miracles searching for their salvation.
I seek your baptism
By love
But you are just not there
My world stumbles on uneven sidewalks paved with crosses
Your broad smooth Boulevards
do not conjunct with mine.

One thousand nights
A thousand tales of
Solitude
And the lonely mirages it spells

One thousand dreams
Of you
Only shatter in secret ways
You have bereaved me.
I have lost you. I miss my identity.
I have forgotten my path.
Pride is just a mask I wear to survive.

All I want is for you to ask
me into your life.
I am certain to cry never sure why I feel this way.
You are my only atavistic hope of survival.
Baptist of hearts make this my day!
O Stop! turn, stay
Make me so lucky
Smile
like I am a prize
You won at the fair
A tattered teddy button eyed
That you wouldn't give away!
I will be sad a thousand nights more
For
I will never have my way.

The past echoing
Ringing bells
Of madness in my harlequin heart
You would
serenade me on the phone
(You did but it was a jest)
woo me crazy (kneel on your knees) with roses
But it wasn't honest
on main street you carried me over a puddle
I submitted without a fight
My troubadour your gallantries
made me write poetry all night.
Typed me love letters like I were your week old bride
Called me the sweetest
Prettiest girl alive.
Two steps behind you
I always will be

kiss me on the forehead
Like you think the world of me
Touch my arms as if you longed to be by my side
There I have said it
The mask has no pride.

The future into its cobwebs flies
Some poems get put on ice
Maybe a thousand years hence
Come a couple just like us
To see through our pretence.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Right at Closing Bell

Right There at Closing Bell

Dont worry
The doorway I was am and will be
I was beckoning so long ago

How could you not miss it
You were busy so
Own up now

The feast is over
And day of reckoning near
Own me
I have opened for you
We will now exit
Don't worry I am your portal through time's loneliness
I am the wave watch me wash your flimsy surfboard away
You shall be carried upon my back supinely strong from pain
And my waters will reach your eyes and fall as your inner rain
and my waters will engulf your lungs and drown your heart.... own it forever
Till you know what tears are for and why a heart must break before two beats become one.
Knowing is an avocation
for too many lifetimes
For now sailor let me captain your ship
Floating us both
To timeless careless shores. heaven dazzles
Truth or dare
My door remains open
Till hell freezes over
And then
If you choose to walk
around it
Shadows shut it in and collapse its mighty frame..
Then
In a flash
I
Am truly over.
But if you are there ready to take ownership
Dont look for the keys
Just unlock your heart.
Don't worry
I will be there
It's a promise
Your old familar friend
by that rusty creaking gateway
To
Paradise .

Sunday, April 13, 2014

That Night

I wanted to, I almost did but..
I couldn't.
Pulled back like a bowstring I couldnt let loose the arrow.
Taut with desire
I held myself back
You were too important a mark to miss.
There was a sickening inside
the arrow buried deep in the chest
Every night deeper
And in the morning the wound gaped and gashed
You always saw me bandaged if not too neatly
wound draped in amateur dressing sheathed in guarded shield a casualty of some inner war
And you pitied the war victim.
I did not want your pity.
But I craved for your mercy that would release the tension
free my heart string to its duty.
Then one day I grew up
And sutured my own wounds
Under anesthesia I had applied on myself.
It happened as it happens
Without warning.
The wound was no longer open to your hurting.
My own soul unaware of its stage of healing I sallied forth
To do my hearts bidding
And attended to
New conquests new callings
As if a benign tumor I avoided any chance of malignancy and cocooned you away.
One evening the war broke out on all fronts because I saw your face and name again
Not even 2 cents for guessing
The pale blue page on which you resurfaced.
That was the night I cried harder than my wounds had bled and released the pus at last in speaking dreams.
Pictures went fast accross
The comatose mind
The subconscious sifted every bit of happy gold from the suave sand of
Your ignorant bliss
My dreadful silent pleas
All were given hearing
And that was the night
All my nightmares ended
When I made peace with your ignorant bliss
And loved myself for loving
The wound cauterized healed or faded
And your mercy
Came at last.

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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Beautiful Evil Timeless BCR

I am in the no zone tonight
I have timed out time
And my clock shows zero to null
I am in the heart of nada
And my body has turned to stone
All creatures are now cast as props
And behold things have come alive
That didn't know movement...
Sentience is much more than a release of oxygen or other gases.
In the no time
the tree opens its maw wide and I can see living orange sap
turn to jelly
Turns dark and scaly
And becomes a piece of wood
Before my frozen eyes blistered
To mosaic honeycomb sight.
Time has slowed its pacing hands and I can see with second
Vision
The splintered spline of individual seconds
The crush of pebbles under rocks grinding bold
Belligerence
Furious funnels of dust channel and ferry the microbial millions
And the mantis freezes forever in a futile grab for prey
In the no zone
Sometimes time accelerates in retrograde motion and
I am brought to lament
First cause
eve and cusp of creation
I'm not sure how and where and why we are going on this journey who is the pilot
What is the plot
And are we on a plane or not
Are we us?
Or just jaded halfthoughts in a maddening infinite brain
Playing its ga ga games?
Spiraling in golgoth galaxies
Out of control through space that time emits
or will that master yo-yo player bounce us back in it?
In the meantime deceleration full stop
Restart from crush smash and squeeze
If I could tell you how it feels
to be a billion star systems and milky ways all rolled into one
And the sensual release
From atom of compressed condensation..
If I could describe the filthy footloose relief of flying free
Of control shape and boundary
I am lit up like guy Fawkes mind
And in fifth of November light
I scorch all purity and pious pressure
In my
evil all encompassing expansion
My soul laves in ultraviolation
Decency and definition delegated to December's end days
Now from aeons ago my nascent natal morn has begun
Nasty hasty games of dawn
I am done.

Such Indeed BCR

We are most evil
Those who think the most beautiful thoughts
For content with having thought them
we translate them not
Into actual deeds but
Seeking tacit approval of our creed
Capering on paper
We prance on our steeds

Cozy in our coitus of self love
We bleed pain and passion
And
Bliss interrupted snarling
We shout
Its no use you haven't a chance
The heaven you write about
Is too heavy unless you lighten
Go out
lift the little girl dancing on her skateboard of joy.
Its not a big deal to know what's good for the human condition
If like a piece of wood you ignore
The desparation of the salesgirl
At your door
No better heaven than this
Message your self now
That I exist
And you are there
We are flotsam and jetsam together
Bobbing up and down
Like corks in a stream
We who are and will be a dream
For a moment more
Touching and holding hands
And caressing
Ennobling our existence
Just by feeling
Alive.
A few a lot
Much more than you can measure
A continuum in a vacuum
Mere moments sweet nothingness
Such indeed is our treasure.

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

O Baby Beautiful

My baby is asleep
Sleeping soft with love on his face cozy with trust
His world is well looked after
While he surfs inner subways
Gathering coins of gold.

Dear maker or master craftsman
Of babies in their beauty
Humbly to you I make this entreaty
Let him forget it all
Let him remember nothing
But whenever his back is against a wall
Let peace of protection
And soft sureness of love
Be his friend and guide him all his days..
His soft moan is a call to my heart
Melting in my embrace as I gather him close
And mother and child are one
His soft cuddly world has collided and melted all my hard barriers
His knowledge of my unfailing reserves of love
Has made me more sure of myself
Another day
Another reason to live.

You Are Just Killing Time BCR

There is a fact you need to know
Girl sometimes you just have to grow
Identify and then define
Or else you are just killing time..

Lanes bylanes of life revolve
The heart aches but dares not evolve
The past is spent so draw a line
Or else you are just killing time..

Wouldn't you like yourself to feel
Your life's not fake but the real deal
On leisurely docks you recline
And so you are just killing time..

You end up feeling lost and trapped
Life is over returned gift wrapped
Your moment in time you couldnt align
Tick Tock you are just killing time..

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

My Moonlit Memoirs

Who has seen the gloating devil's night through will withstand the dazzlingly dark dolled up days. And the ruthless cavalcade of mindful malicious years.
They have survived the stench from the carcasses of too many dirty deeds too much salicious needs too few worthy thoughts.
Evil gleaming from the very depths of too many dreary years where expectations hopes and courage faltered and faded. And Self esteem took the hardest fall. Integrity disintegrated.
Then came night. Brought the truth. At too hard a price.
At first it appeared as an evil capricious carrion bird gloating at your misfortune by denying closure ...
Of open eyes and open wounds.
Rest. Was death defied for one more night.The battle deferred for one more day.
Then came truth.bought at too hard a price.
Of sisters Sorrow and Wisdom.Sad self knowledge and bitter reconciliation.
Sweet acceptance and graceful defeat.
Of surrender and retreat.
Of gratitude and grit.
Patience and generosity.
And finally a newborn selfhood ushering fresh esteem and grace.
These are Midnight virtues...
These are not the attributes of Glory Days.
These are. Memories of moonlit madness.
And. Magnificent beatitudes.

Look at Me

You can thread a garland of sorrows
You can wear it
like a crown of thorns
Or a victor' s laurel wreath
Be a martyr a stoic a warrior
Or be a defeatist.
What does it matter
If you have made a statement
and got some attention
At least.
That's what you wanted
Didn't you?
People to notice
Look at you.
But now what will you do.
Their coffee is over.
The cuppa was
You.

Paradise BCR

Life should be a carnival
Life should be a joyful place
Life should be a free for all
Life should be all happiness

Life should be a festival
Life should make me forget pace
Life should be a carousel
Life should be days of splendid grace

Life should never have to end
Life should not have blacks or greys
Life should ooze White brilliance
Life should be all rainbow days

Life should be an youth fair
Life should show no signs of age
Life should not kill or maim or hurt
Life should be in His image

Life shouldn't have to be the fall
Like shouldn't be the serpents tale
Life shouldn't face an Angel wrath
Life shouldn't Lucifer expel

Life shot through sun lit webs
Life eternal from the holy grail
Life adorning God' s starry chest
Life is reading God in Braille.

Life without a vision of hell
Life without fear lies and guilt
Life without rage greed and pride
In one lifetime let us build
Though death and darkness we can't avoid
Though rest and emptiness our lot
Let us forever fill the void
With good hearts good deeds and good thoughts
Life is a thin white milky trail
That vast stretch of darkness does entrail
We may not see the ends that be
That grief alone is our only hell.

I wish life were a happy tale
Where our parents lived forever well
God the father and the God the son
Sit upon their thrones and dwell
Banish one son called Lucifer
Keep an Abel to forsake Cain
Why must you your children pain
Do tell what you have to gain

Life should not see mothers mourn
Loss of a child even not their own
Life should not be so indifferent
While He sits upon his throne.

Akshara

pen is my weapon.
When tongues are silent then brains enlighten.
The word comes alive. Worlds
Get created.
Fire over paper..tears still dripping
The pen unsheathed.
Heart smoldering. ..in rain smoke and fear.

Devoid and Null

Devoid and Null.

All my poems are sad I am a sad person damned by devil or devils unknown
The deep blue bowl sends thought signals thousands of glittery light years
Away
Yearning for yesterday's tomorrows
and I fall for them like an ignoble cats paw everytime
I am the acute angle of agony
Formed by delusions and depths
Endless demands and dearth
Every nightmare has me wreathed in smiles at its core
And my breathed air is fiery
pollution.
I have not seen
Even a clown smile
As stiff and sad as a corpse like me
I have entered
But not centered my corner of life' s stage
I have been kept in obscured wings
Waiting
My cue east of Eden
In an unused universe
Forgotten by the Gods.

Merely Words

Merely Words.

Tintoretto Tarantino tattaglia tarantula
Barbarossa Andalusia mamabolo Galapagos
Incredulous words that make me dance and create poetry all at once
mood enhancing
The words go prancing
Round the numb mind 's merry go round.
Mind jaywalking
Diamonds crackling
Killing the dead dreams and the pain.
Dulcinea Jehosheba Alethea
Simply roller coast off my
tongue
My gleeful babies gurgle madly
Clap and chuckle
And sing along
Flibbertigibbet hobgoblin
Timbuktu and hottentot
Fauntleroy fiddle Dee Dee
Aqualung and Lancelot
Words are gloves for the mind to wear to rest our brains from callouses.
Words are stores that restore
Sugaring the mind like molasses.

Our "Deathly Hallows"

TOur "Deathly Hallows"

Child in time's cradle
That time past
I hold to myself
A sweet mindshot
One of my "deathly Hallows"
Etched forever in the dim recess of memory.
What is memory?
It is our most memorable storeworthy loves.
That hands us our Excalibur
Our elder wand protector
Against this muddled world.
Armed with love' s talisman
Our own private lightning scars
We are all indeed lords
Of our own rings.
So rock the cradle back
Warp through time
Swing softly sweet chariot
Piercing lost timelines
My loving ailing mother
Tirelessly striving
To create excellence in the kitchen while lending
an ear with an enthused air
To her girl of eleven
Reciting her poem
With a timid grandiose
air.
Breaking up for air and admiration
Hoping to avoid that amused grown up condescension
O dimness
Of long ago kitchen
And age old young mother
And
never returning little
Girl
O brilliance
Of faded memory scrap
O stubby grubby singular
Snapshot of the brain
O time capsule
That encapsulates all captures
The hallowed rapture
Of mother's loving pride..
The tender gratitude of a forming heart..
And a long ago poem
Now almost forgot.

Stand Alone

I have a friend
Gave me some advice
Give me no more
Tell it like it is
Don't want no more lies
Development
At the gamma phase
Zero tolerance for your lies.
I. Adjust
And therefore
I .am.not.
Want to chance it
Try to change it.
This
My milk & cereal
Life..

And Little Babes shall become Old Men Anew BCR

And Little Babes shall become Old Men..Anew

I. i come in the morning. Singingly.
I mourn in the coming.mingling me.
I greet you darling.you are me. my me. that haunts me dreamingly.
Life never lasting rushingly. split souls rush by fleetingly..
What .Awaits are memories of. love and. Loved and.
Lived too. less.
And.The Final dream at dusk finally kisses the Regal lips of the dreamer at dawn...
So.Be.It.

Amrita Valan

Digital Demon Doll

My digital demon doll dare I digress

To all others but you I may confess

My love for a computational

geek

Who solace in dreary numbers seek

But love on any bar graph has no fixed place.

My baby I cannot hope to impress

Unless in android world I can leave trace

I shall be humble and I shall be meek

But make no mistake for I am not weak

My digital demon doll.

I seek your comfort not your praise

I seek with you to share my days

But of infamy this love does reek

Too long I 've waited for you to peek

At my soul while tears ruin my face

My digital demon doll.

Yyyay...my first-ever attempt at a Rondeau...many many thanks Jack! Dedicated to one who'll know me by the address.

Withdrawal

I opened a door
And saw you were busy
At your desk and
Withdrew.
I put our tea tray down on the
Verandah steps
And I crouched there
To smell the morning dew.
I leaned to touch
A butterfly on a leaf
But it flew.
I stood up
You were nowhere
In my empty house..
Your slamming door
Was my cue.

Painting with Words BCR

My designs on a dizain.
Mr. Huber pls don't disdain.
:)
Painting with words...

Quiet winter' s afternoon by the window sill
The children gone out to enjoy the cold
A silver hue of molten salt so still
The lake on which sun softly sheds its gold

Beloved glory let the tale unfold
May I receive the sacred words untold
A false poetess am I on ivory tower
No seer no muse guides me through the cold
Tongue wonderstruck by the beauty of your power.

The Visionary 's Feast BCR

The Visionary's Feast

The hawk swoops from side to side kisses the ground
And again does rise
To brilliance
To blue screen skies.

Alone in my thoughts
With the windows wide
shut against the world
I glide by..
My bumptious car eats
up the miles.

Vacant stared miles that
Capture a world
Missed again and never sought
Green brackish pond by coconut fronds
Reflecting
A dimmed world of brilliance
Another ethereal universe
Without pretence
Another eternally magical verse...

When this life of mine
Is over
I swear upon my hearse
I will be able to say
so help me god
I have been to heaven
Upon this earth
I have been to paradise
On a scholar' s berth
I am a lowly bard at a worldly table
And I have been much too
Soon to heaven.

Moving BCR

Moving

Lead kindly light
I am ready for the road
Many silent nights I have waited
For skies to lighten
Today I trace my
heart upon the tracks
The wheel ready to roll
If it's downhill and disaster
So much the swifter
Lord
I shall meet you with my prayers
And if uphill I must
I place
My sole trust
It's an undertaken tryst
I must keep
this tale this story without an end
moving.

Accepted by ImpSpire

Where was I ?

Where Was I?

It was the 2nd of February.I had just picked up my sons from karate class and true to Sunday morning's tradition for the last few months we were about to embark on a fun outing.
We took a tram from Ballygunge and decided to go the whole hog upto the terminal, which was just before Howard Bridge.
It was so sunny.The sights and sounds were colorful deafening..the midday call of the mullahs from the mosques near Sealdah, spicy smell of Biriyani, the cries of hawkers, vendors, tea sellers gaggles of brightly dressed folks out on Sunday.It was all very absorbing.
Suddenly on a hunch I just plucked my 2 kids off their seats and literally carried them off the tram.
I had seen this man before.He was a do gooder a harmlessly benign social worker who claimed to be a Jehovah's witness..I recalled my college days and meeting him regularly distributing sheaves of pamphlets.one day I rudely retorted that I did not believe in god.The next day he begged me to take just one pamphlet.
He was suddenly gone while my amused fury at his audacity was not.Not even after these many years.I recognised Linton d' Costa and accosted him.
"Hullo there.hope you recognize me? "I spoke tartly."I am the girl you handed a single type written sheet to.what did it say now? "
Linton gleamed behind his glasses with amusement.Short and stocky and now with a slightly more noticeable launch.
"Dearest Amy....how are you? "
"Quite Well. (I spoke in firm resounding capitals)As you can see these are my kids. Do you still.."
"No I don't do all of that anymore.my wife and I sort of gave up on active faith-based works..long back.we lost 2 of our own you know.one after the other.Then Josephine left me.It was just too much.For her, i mean.And well.." Linton paused in a moment of deep brown study.
"For me too Amy" he softly whispered.
I stood shamefaced with palpitating heart.I felt like I should melt into the sunshine and leave this lonesome unhappy man alone, lonelier still but never ever again disturb his peace.
My babies curious but friendly looked at him placidly, sunny sides up.
I was scalded inside with a strange recollection.How the non believer was made a mother first and then through loving gratitude a believer.Not in God but in goodness.
" Dearest Linton,"I awkwardly sotto voiced."Remember what you wrote nearly 20 years ago?"Madness or belief are both states of mind..Let us not dispute.It would be too unkind"..I haven't got words for this..But we're once again where we were that day.once again but with the roles reversed..keep moving friend from certainties to uncertainties. to the truth. You've been hurt. Please don't let it be beyond recovery"
We parted that day on such a pleasant note of gentle understanding.
I realized in that one quiet moment amidst a million meaningless ones a feeling of where I was.
And prayed that my heart would forever remember the Lintons in our lives.
Forget them not.They stand as a foil. And testament. They are the salt in our blood sweat and tears. We shed them off like flinching ingrates, and we feel our lives safer sweeter and pleasanter for it.

Musing upon Beginnings

I adore the written word.In the beginning was the word. And the word was god....
In the beginning of the yet to begin there was the thought. The thought was spoken. Whenever that happened it became the word ...it became the first of the gods..God was a thought waiting to be spoken word a chant for a resounding universe.a measure of awareness ...a detector of existence.Through the medium of consciousness...
The holy trinity of Thought Word and. God defining consciousness through existence and vice versa.

Merchant of Death

Now I know
This life.
What's pain
What's pleasure
And the space in between
we live in.

Lives move past once lived
The lies are over
Death is fleeting
Flesh existence goodbye

Goodnight
Happy New Year
Is
An year older
And the coming year
Ushers in
The old spirit
Kindled anew
The oil older grimy stickier
From the blood and bones
that death the dealer
Meshed in..
His table of final reckoning
Is ever nearer
Fondly beckoning.

The Last Dance

No anger.I just mourn your loss. Not because you are no more, but friend because I
no more mean anything to you.
I have moved on too.
not to bigger better things but....
quietly have lost myself
in the strange alleyways of life making tenuous connections with strangers.
Like a sullen hurt child I keep wandering back to childhood parks and the empty swings..
Striking dead conversations with deadpan strangers..who never reveal themselves
nevertheless are revealed..
As the other, the not- yourself
By which you define who you are.

And that which is not yourself
Purified and purged and cleansed you.
Absolved you of the guilt of sorrow
For the undeserving.
There was a cathartic release
Near sanctification..

And that which is not yourself
Also
Defiled you and delivered you to
The devil.
In later acts of attempted renunciation
In feebly forceful unnatural reconciliation
The chaff and the grain
Were forced to
Dance again.
But it was never the same.

Prayers' Despair

My first Triolet!

I light an incense stick to pray
The smoke spirals ascending slow
O I have nothing left to say
I dread my nights and dread my days
fly away with the smoke that sways
But there is nowhere left to go
I light an incense stick to pray
The smoke spirals ascending slow.

I turn this way I turn that way
There is forever left to go.

Eternal Poise of Endless Mind BCR

Procrastination by your purple shores at your lotus feet o lord
bereft of me I cry for thee
endless waves no words
endless waves no cessation time ceases to flow the serpent raises its coiled hood the wake of the world in tow

On your timeless shores have I washed my soul of fears
with tears have I washed my sinful years
(Your sanguine skies my bludgeoned eyes did clear)
Till your hooded glance your all seeing I
Did defy the death of a thousand lifeless lies
And gave me life to defer all the debts of time
Time eternally arrested in your colossus stride.
With grace have I given up all I hold dear
Till your red wrath skies shed alms of tears
Ananthnaga master of the game opens his coil
Sheshnaga stands showstopper hood unveiled
And every atom of my being feels the rhythm
Of your electron sea in its eternal realm.

Passage through a Park by an Ancient Tree BCR

Passage through a Park, by an Ancient Tree.

Your whitening branches are like pleas for benediction divine
much-needed
Arms outstretched O silent supplicant
Silver and gold
In old age hallowed
Your yellowed leaves shed one by one like pages from time
Much traveled without taking a single step
Through the annals of history
And the shifting shapes of seasons.
You've seen everyone and everything
Seen your best years taken away
Seen your most precious intimate dream
As dread nightmare
In hideous parody.
You have sensed the stirring
Of angels in the breeze
Lived in proximity to dark depravity.
Still you have sired life eternal in the sun
And stretched tall and limber.
In epochs of emerald elegance.
Today's trusting toddler touches your feet in sport.
Yesterday's child his father
Tenderly watches.
A tender handover of trust underneath the shadows of time and the blazing sun.
I have been soulstruck
My prayers completed
That so eluded me in the worship room at home.
You've danced my breath away in your shower of wind blown leaves.
You have prayed in the wind and been my prayers today.

Tepid Epiphanies BCR

Suppose I were to tell you
I can predict
That I can see just a bit ahead of you
I have just
Told you a lie;
I tell the truth.
There was a flash like a vision
And the rest was a mission to imagine wilfully.
What else could I do
When my soul was seared
With premonition
Precognition
Or what was it?
A distance away I sit in a tremor
My lover unmoved lounges
Slouching over kindle
I feel so bored that I hatch a plan
I must have an episode.
I then proceed to almost glare at the fountain
I wish that my mountain would come to her mahomet.
The cool spray touches
It blesses and caresses
ignites a passion to become dynamite.
If eureka runs away in the nude
Still this fool would delude
Choose voices in her head
Emphatically ordering epiphanies
Delivered to self
By due date.

On 24 Mar 2014 04:07, "Amrita Valan" <amritavalan@gmail.com> wrote:

Suppose I were to tell you
I can predict
That I can see just a bit ahead of you
I have just
Told you a lie;
I tell the truth.
There was a flash like a vision
And the rest was a mission wilfully imagined.

What else could I do
When my soul was seared
With premonition
Precognition
Or what was it?
A distance away I sit in a tremor
My lover unmoved lounges
Slouching over kindle
I feel so bored that I hatch a plan
I must have an episode.
I then proceed to almost glare at the fountain
I wish that my mountain would come to her mahomet.
The cool spray touches
It blesses and caresses
ignites a passion to become dynamite.
If eureka runs away in the nude
Still this fool would delude
Choose voices in her head
Emphatically ordering epiphanies
Delivered to self
By due date.