Akshara: September 2014

Saturday, September 27, 2014

I Am....Torn

I Am....

I am. ...torn
My tendons and ligaments of faith
Outstretched
Tender swollen
Within me is an outpouring
Dammed.
The seals...allow closure
The cracks allow memory
To relive heart hollowing
Moments
When I couldn't even ask myself
My selfishness
To offer resistance.

I am...
So happy simmering in a bubbly pool of sunshining happiness
A gladness for warmth
A just right feeling
Listening to the music of
Child talk...
Crescendos of joy rising innocence
Raised into wilderness

I am...
Vaccilations
Between necessary and real
The Reality is that I am leading this life....
Livid with fears...timidly following footsteps of expectations.
Necessity is Neverland hopes
And dreams
That won't die
Unless I go along with them
Taking me at the flood
Of my expectations
Of my own
Self.

One life.
On the floor of wayward emotions
I die.

One life.
Towards the ceilinged glass of frozen truth-
I stare
At lies.

One life.
I cannot lie.

Not on this sinking bed of beottted bottled up love
Not on the static truth that you command

I see beyond, the neat border lines of truth are wavering
Sunlight in the cracks
the lintels shake
the cornices crumbling

Walls are burning
To let light in

I am...
A body of sustainence.
A sustained cell...
A vessel of my own deliverance
In mysterious containment. ..
Choosing to let go
A certainty

That I alone
Am me.

Holding on to
A truth Invisible
Invitations
To an
Unknown me.

I am...
A glowing sigh in the libertine breeze
Weaving wistfully through
exotic leaves of faraway trees
A chanson
Sung by sunflowers in fields of glee
Saluting Troubadours marching
In wilful opposition
To marionettes of fate

I am quintessence of infinite nonchalance
Making
Stretching
Marking
Its own eternity. ..

I am...
Hopeful caring prayer...
Unashamed remorseful apology
I do my own damage control
and recovery
Everyday daring fate and snatching love out of its clutch dressed in lightness grace and honesty.

The Wrists of Light....and Pain

The wrists of Light and pain...inspired by you
Ruma Chakravarti ..from your line "If she slashed her wrists with a pen"

Wrists of Light.

Cocoons. ...dreams within
Dreams...
Yet another wonderland visit.
Brief...
The usual suspects...
Customized...Joys
Detest them now.

Then...a portal swung open.
Wonders within wonderland.
Not the Disney version.
Just an alternate soulscape.

I was dancing.
Uplifted arms....ushering
slender wrists of sunlight
Playing through meadow in a breeze
Bold strokes
Fingers of gold upon green.

And playing my hollowed wrists like strings of violins
My blood throbbed
My wrists glowed translucent
Reflections of blood coursing
Through
Made soul...dance to
memories
Of
Countless suns showering particles of joy upon each conscious cell
In
Cornucopias of merriment

dancing my wrists free of pain...
Love Transacted through air....
Tossing turning....elegant
Mudras
Melting dismissing banishing
care!

Feet tottering
Breath bursting in short gasps
Heady feelings
I couldn't stop
Laughing. ..

Life was a do it yourself
Physician heal thy self
A living room the mind
Make it habitable
Add interest, not pretentious objet d'arts
Keep a comfortable couch
to recline and rest
cushions of coziness
Mats of solace
And a seat for a visitor or two
Any more
And tete a tete and small talk
Will make a babel...
Any meaning?
Forgotten.

A rise of love in that empty chest. ..for forsaken self.
Make yourself
A treasure to share.

A morning well spent
Searching inner moorings...

Children... dutiful dances....paper boats and rail tracks....soon...I was digging sand in the park as gleefully as both of them.

By sunset the dance was on the floor...
Elemental...the partnership invisible
Within me stormy surges
Of nature's elemental music
...none could see who
Twirled me or whose footsteps led...
Each step impromptu. ..
Choreographed by oceans winds sands....and gentle drops of rain.

My days are numbered in beauty
Though I count not the cost of calender
Each day I date my duties
Living them in love.

I was never lost
For
My space was infinite...God given freedom of movement. ..

Allegro fortessimo
Or slow waltz
When my number came. ..I was
Ready....
Every limit to be broken.

Life isn't this bickering in crowds of lost faces search for places
listless spaces...of loneliness
Shackled to
A clamping down togetherness grating hurting...

So pretty my light from windowed veins
Each cell in a frolicsome merrymaking...child never ending ...
Ever replicating itself.

Soul searches itself in atoms of
Being...in silvery silence.

The moon teases us a moist silver dollar
Treasure hunts are best conducted in solitude
Go in peace that came in peace
Not with soul mate prefabricated
But with the only companion....
Courage...
Be Lion hearted.

Do it Yourself. ...
Your Dance...
Your Life.

The choreography of existence
Cocooned in our mystic molecules
Magically the shell unveils ...unveils...
Disrobes...Revels...

Pain is a kiss blown to four winds and gone
The years are all redolent yesterdays

And Now reveals
An exquisite dancer
Amidst fields of fancy.

Fleeting evanescence of
Butterflies dreams
Lifetimes of
Life...
In one moment.

Flatbeds of Fear

Title taken fom a Line from kids cartoons Thomas The Engine which they're playing ad infinitum! :)

Flatbeds of Fear

Love died.
Flushing red blood on glowing oven of evening sky

Black Satin night...with criss cross of stars connecting its seams arrived.

I finished up at work...and passed the world and its wife....
Trudging by sellers of peanuts and fries....

My journey started....as sun set...but after a metro ride...
A change of bus....it was silent night...

Walking insane through a road to solitude.
My flat was a well through which I sank into the depths of solitude.
My soul declining its claim of comfort as well disguised terror.

Completely alone I cooked an indifferent dinner.
Television flipped on...I cruised unreal worlds...
While my mind whimpered upon
My own...
Flatbed of fear.

I dreaded lying down....
The windows blind folded with heavy drapes
The naked mirror flaunting itself
Carefully woven projections lost
Their threads in its inner gaze... undid my fragile sheath
With puff of derision.

I washed scanty dishes...
Basin gurgling like a monster gobble you whole.....
Tears rinsing down my cheeks and the silver tap tossing back my comical face at me...
All nose....in cylindrical vision.

I have no addictions ..no serious friends who will come and get me...
I'm condemned to chamber of terrors...
Dreams of Full houses
and Friends...and Televised
haunts of happiness.

Life is a haunting temptation
of flavors....of unknown.

But I will not think
Anymore. ..
Till tomorrow at work....setting squirrels to gather nuts...
Deducing questions to drive students nuts...and killing my self
When I had rather scribble poetry.

Meanwhile
The bedroom door is sentient
Inviting me like a lover Room 1408...
Flatbeds of Fear. ..
Upon which I
Nightly rest.

Monsters Everywhere Hiding in theTrees

For Someone who must remain nameless.

Monsters Everywhere. ..Hiding in the Trees..
(Title from a soundtrack in kids cartoon Thomas the Engine)

Pavillion in the dark...
Sinister gazebo
Amidst the lonely park...
I miss her my playmate...
Watching the kids run about
Takes me back to past dates

Monsters everywhere. ...
Hiding in the trees...
Their voices mock me
Carried in the breeze...
Monsters swooping down through the swooshing leaves...
Monsters...monsters....
They can do as they please.

Mamma play with us
Please and dutiful
I turn
Not a moment must I linger
On past heartburns
How the best friend I ever made...
Lived on stories spun from my head.
How after childhood set....
She set sail to foreign shores...
And me forever spurned.

Parking upon two swings...
Closing her eyes to dream..
She listened to me bring alive her fantasies. ..
She said I say it better than she can dream...
She made a poet of me.

Wanted me to serve up a frightening tale...
I told her the one about Amityville. ..
Horror upon our timid hearts fell
When we saw where the clocks hand dwelt...

Sun setting through the trees...
sinister sighs through the listening breeze
O the horrors that dwell in children's heads...
And....their heart chilling release....

I thought up how to save our souls...
How to escape the unholy ghouls
Our homes at two ends of the park....
We had yards to run screaming each others names through the dark...
Her name my talisman to safe harbor...
My name would be her safe passage badge of courage...
We had found that magic word friendship
And in it all our Faith placed...

I love you my friend how did you turn to a ghoul
Who can ignore the pain in a friend's soul?
What chilled your heart my dear friend. ....
This park holds your memories
In every bend...

I understand my first true friend
I forgive
Tis hard lives that we have to live
Hard times make hard hearts
And this silence of yours
Speaks its part.....
More eloquent your wordlessness
Than all other friends pretended grace....

I love you for sharing my childhood...I love the happiness
you shared with me so gracefully.

Prayer's Despair BCR

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.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

I Am BCR

I Am....

One life.
On the floor of wayward emotions
I die.

One life.
Towards the ceilinged glass of frozen truth-
I stare
At lies.

One life.
I cannot lie.

Not on this sinking bed of beottted bottled up love
Not on the static truth that you command

I see beyond, the neat border lines of truth are wavering
Sunlight in the cracks
the lintels shake
the cornices crumbling

Walls are burning
To let light in

I am...
A body of sustainence.
A sustained cell...
A vessel of my own deliverance
In mysterious containment. ..
Choosing to let go
A certainty

That I alone
Am me.

Holding on to
A truth Invisible
Invitations
To an
Unknown me.

I am quintessence of infinite nonchalance
Making
Stretching
Marking
Its own eternity. ..

I am...
Hopeful caring prayer...
Unashamed remorseful apology
I do my own damage control
and recovery
Everyday daring fate and snatching love out of its clutch dressed in grace and honesty.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Utter Bewilderment BCR

Utter Bewilderment

Compositions
Word paintings
Sudden visions
Perplexed

Assignation
Set designs
Vocalizations of desires
conjunctions added to
Afterthoughts
Of prepositions
Am I good....for you....
And am I....good enough?
Will I do?
Oh! What for?
What will I do?

Questing the mappings
Of vocabulary
Sadly mopping the floor of emotions
Every tear is scarce
As a draught
In Deserts of my desolation.

Pleased to meet you.
So pleased. ..
To please you.
You can't fault my politeness.

And what may I do for you?
What would you have me do?
Of what use am I to you?
Am I any good at all?

Beating myself up....to hear you grant a plea...I dont need this in my life...
For the life of me...
I cannot understand
How
You became my life
My darling abandoning
Utter Bewilderment.

The Illuminated God BCR

The Illuminated God

If I could talk to God,
Dial direct,
Call him nights I cannot sleep but rise like a thirsty animal
A creature of creative instinct
for a lifegiving drink....

I would have asked him...
Dear God...
Was this world created through your grace?
Or Are you, God,
The ultimate evolutionary expression of this universe
To the point
Where universe
Becomes the spoken word
The unconcious verse
Of your concious directing
Thoughts?

If so,
If Space and Time
Are serendipitous
Accidents
Flawlessly designed
From chaos

Carved out of
Infinite Probability...

Till...
You....
Happened...

As inevitability. ...
Of infinite statistical
Possibilities

Then
Your Magnificence
Is
A Million
a trillion times
More attractive
More deserving
Of homage...
As a Lighthouse
Beckoning us all to a tower
Of Hope. ..

Not Obsequience...
Nor our efforts to reach up
Frowned upon
Like Towering Babel...

So much more
Power to your
Almighty elbow
Than
Predetermined Omnipotence. ..

If truly
You evolved...
By reaching your cosmic mind accross Time and Space
Breaching the mysteries
And curved it with the ease
Of your superlative
Illumination...

If Thought
Speeding through vaccum
Instantaneously
Serenely laughed out at
Light
As a mere. ..teenager
An immature show off
An young angel
Lucifer!

A fall forgiven
Restored to grace...

Such mercy
That begets mercy
Such love that it
Self starts
The heart of creation
Everywhere. ...
In simultaneity!

Dear God
We pray
That we also may

Wrap up this continuum
in the ease of realization
equalling
Reality.

Dear God....
Are you not telling us
This?

Rise
Son of man
Embrace light
Shake away
Illusions
Of speed....
Or need to
Either
Shock and Awe
Or humbly please.

Breathe
In...and
Out.

Release...
Realize...
Your Mind
Is
Potent Godhood
And Liberated transcends
Light.

It becomes
It's own lightning conductor...
Draining negativity...through
Effortless pulsing black holes...
Sucking out
False belief...
And remembering
Dance of cosmic dreams
At
Eternal Event Horrizons
Of Life. ..
Petrified
Present tense of
Poetry...

Then our truest
Worship
Is
Recognition.

Godhood is our
Ubiquitous
Inner Presence.

Control
Is
Obsolescence. .

I kneel then..
And worship
Thee...
extant
In dormancy...
Within the
Me...

And in the still of the
Silent night
The pulse
Of the universe thuds
Your Godhood
sounding
Conch shells
Of infinite peace...
Infinite bliss...
The supra addition
Of every number
The universe codes in
A
Certitude
Beyond
Belief
In
Cosmic unspoken
Chant.....
OM.....

No Matter BCR

Inspired by my dear friend Sreemathi Ravi and her valuable poem ...
No Matter.

I wish to God ...I did not wish...
And then nothing at all
in Life
Would be amiss.
And nothing at all
Would matter...
And verily
The canker of inevitability
Would shatter.

The Woman I Am BCR

("The woman I break in front of you" The first line taken from Michelle justpennedit with her kind permission. )

The Woman I Am

The woman I break in front of you
Is accumulated years
Some nameless fears
Some beseeching tears
Shameless in hope of you.

The woman I am is me
That hardly anyone else will ever see
These days my life crystallizes
Things are frank and uncertain
No apologies
For being me anymore
And I am your
Woman
At the backdoor of ...

Time cascading in peals of laughter
I can smile you through my tears
Like pearly white stars
I can make you love me
From far...
Just so you sleep at night.

And the woman I am
Will permit you no tears
For the cost of taking my time
Taking my lilting rhyme
Ending the chimera chimes
Of charming interludes...
Taking the time
Riding through woods of
Darkness. ..

The woman I break in front of you
Will push the frontiers of endurance
And never see the ending
Of a world...
Of you and of me...
Never see
How it only took time
To break me.

The oceans at world's end
Caress my feet

The tree of truth bends eternal
To meet the kiss of my lips
The tree of life unbending.....
uplifting branches towards
Knowledge
Of Good
Of Evil
Good Luck and Fate
Let's me in at the watergate
Of my existence

And there I stand
In the infinite whirlpool. ...
The unending cesspool
The whirlwind in my hair
The torrid desert in my heart
The liquid links to you
Glistening in my unshielded eyes...love endless
Infinity of stars
Unexpected faith
Endless grace

There I stand
The shy brazen woman I am
Singing
My love song to you
Softly.

Because BCR

Because

Because I am soft
I am strong
Because I shed tears
I know the value of yours.

I play along
Because
I forgive I live
And though
You are not entitled
I give.

Because I know I have to
Love.
God's given me a treasure trove
And because
You seek out you may find
My love is a Life of the Mind.

I accept with every flaw endeared
The only flaw forever I feared
That Love makes a fest of its guilt
Attacks that grand temple it built
Its a fallacy to worship a day
Its a fallacy to call it false in the end
It's a fallacy
To repent.

Love will not take on that taint.

I hope that it's not beyond you
I hooe what endures is true
Love hurtles from beyond the blue of our ken
Live in my endearments then
Darling in this now
And when
Darkness abides....

Love will lead on to light.

Because beauty is all I see
The truth of it unmakes me
There is no sin
No sin no sin....

No Sin I spy under our Sun..
Kindness
Is the lasting win....
It's a blaze baring our souls
Making our "Every" ...One.

That bare empty treasure
Chest will reveal
That's all it ever had in it...of worth
was that glittering
Gem which merely lent a shine
To all other
Penny a dozen attractions
Of mine.

The ones that
You thought so fine.

Because.
I am not blind...
I hold on to you
Blindfolded by willing faith

Even the blindest
Lover
Knows a woman by her scent.

Faith is an act
Of Love
It's no blindness
To be your
dove
Even as the Eagle flies. ...
Time will chip away
It's talons of lies

I see that you need me....
To be kind.

Because Love
Is an Act
Of the mind.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Kinesis BCR

Steven Fortune ...would like to acknowledge inspiration for my line about trees screaming in aching agony...from the footnote in your poem about chasms of blood...(Edward Munch)

Kinesis

Finest network wispy lace crotchet
Dead leaves in rigor mortis
frozen before Fall
Accumulations
Gatherings
Of rain drops in cloudy skies
bursting the seams of stasis
Skins of voluptuous clouds
Challenging
limens of containment
The instant before
Kinesis

I watch walking around the leaf strewn overgrown park...
I.....
Drowned, forgotten in soporific stupor.
Wonderland
Forgotten lusty unkempt with overgrown thriving bushes.

Life uncultured unsculpted unsullied
Rich biogenic cultures.

This is where I would choose
Intimacy
Life
My lover.
For a moment's daze
The wide ocean rolling back
For a moment's gaze.

Walk on....the wild side.....

My head tilted back to survey my own patch of heaven...
But eyes entrapped. ..
In a scene of silent love.
Nature's Being intimate.

Black and white bare branches
Of neighboring trees entwine
What a wistful embrace
Of passion against faded dusky skies. .
Like loyal lovers and age old mates
Planted in the same bed
Of woe and wonder
Aah! to never be apart
Or asunder
To greet the same skies. ..
With quivering leaves
What a prayer of union
When Gold transmutes to rust then bleeds to blue-black
Scabs of safekeeping.

That same passionate askance
Day in and out....
Blissful couples embedded
Eternally...singing sweet novena
Against doubt.

A mighty night shades us in her carnal canopy
I can hear the secret whispers of urgency in the breeze
What deliverance
What lies ahead
What stores are granted....
And every tree in the night skies
Reaches out overhead
To sigh
Such unheard dreams
Screaming an aching agony
A brooding silent
Conspiracy...
Hankering for a password. ..
Reset please.....
Whosoever You Might Be
Who Reserves our Release...

They have formed an inticate overhead roof of fairyland crystal foliage
Charmed my senses into a swooning kiss
Life is love
Making itself
Into
Dynamics of motion
Standing rooted in one place.
Such a solace of grace....

Against the wavering blacks and blues of deeper mythic sky
What ancient Gods
What potent spells
What binding laws govern
Beyond this blindness
This momentous nonsense
Mystic album of photos
Kaleidoscopic memories juggling syncing breaking...
Braking...
Mindless photosynthesis
Day in day out
Murky epochal elegy
Of energy transformations
We call Life?

Beds of chemical compost....
For future pools of gestative generation?
Awareness eternal. ...
In for a short seasonal swing?
A fashionable duration?

So much
For these few moments
Of
Luminous
Kinesis
blinkering
The
Before
And
The After...

In Heathen fears of hideous darkness
Sure retribution
While soft
Sweet and silent
Dreams
Beg futile
Mercy
for all our pagan
transgressions.

Yes so much...
And no more...
Light luminous
Life ...libretto
Unashamed
Free Verse.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Who Is...What is She?

Who is....., What is She?

I want to write her a note of gratitude
The best way I know how
Through rhyme through verse
A poem of course
To reach out...
Right to her heart....

She is clear as sparkling bell on crystal morn
She asks you straight and she believes you...
I have been ever so crazed and grieved and hurt
But her comforting calm...
Makes each of her words a bandage...a balm.

I think how low I sink in my esteem
Because if you allow
People Will treat you as you Seem..
To yourself...

But not her....
No bringing people down ..is a game...she is sharp enough to play. .
But that soft kind heart gets in the way!

HI! Dear friend, I love you a lot....
And I thank you my affection...
For your patience and uncurbed compassion....
And I'm hoping it's an easy guess
For you....are...who you are....

Amrita Valan

For the Lady upon a Lofty Mountain. ..♡♡♡

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Burn BCR

Nice. ..fire blazing...
Black ebony tracings upon
Love's burning face...
Locks of greedy
Orange...crimson....amber....gold.
Every hideous shade of red.

burn ...burn ...burn...
My Tarot face. ..
My livid swollen breast...
My heart still warm with your
fire.
The gold not yet died to embers....
Burn...my wounds....
I can taste desire
- Disappear.

Let them roast....my lonely longings my lovely yearnings

I choose
fire
my passions
Sire
I shall watch
The ascent
Of each spiraling
Tyre
In smoking satisfaction.

I choose
you
slow lacerations
Scorch...roast....melt
with
Rivers of scalding steam...

Eat devour my designing heart
Blister and burn my ruthless tongue
Bite to morsels
my wicked choosy mind
O you crooked tongues of
Flames
Lick me up in your loving locks
Blowtorch my interiors, barbecue
my intense desires,
Dessicate.

Burn ....burn...burn. ..
I want this pyre of singular treachery
outshine Guy Fawkes high treason...
Betray me to myself.

I want my soul rendered
To fine chaff
ashes of chiffon roses
Unrecognizable irretrievable
To myself.

Burn ....burn...burn....
In
Vivify my pain.....
Love's virgin lily blush
Shame your shadow

Burn...burn....burn...
And send up heady incense
Such that
I could burn seven,
No, seventy times seven...
To feel you once again.

Saturday, September 06, 2014

Entangled BCR

Entangled

I have knit knots too tightly to
Untangle
with bare hands and bare lips and bated breath...
Sung your hosannas like cheap pop jingles.
Now upon the wishful hand of life
We're two wistful strings together
Tying
A
Disjointed story
Trying out each other
in a tumble lying
Flailing distress signals
In frail abandon's fraudulence

We're two unmatched bangles...
Chinks of flesh through metal
Blazing
Glints of insane glory
Joyous in our fetters.

Unlikely to break through
The blue deep veins of ingrained sadness
Wreaking havoc on inner inlaid madness
Forsaking the spirit of lacerating laws
Adhering to the letters

We are going nowhere
But trying so hard to stop
Somewhere
Source a peaceful station
Where sweetheart meetings occur...

Ingenuous union
Ineffective Bastions
Ineffable embattlements
Ramparts of rigor mortis
Unlikely wedding
Of idealism
And
Realism...
Eternal vows taken
No sorrow no regrets
On
Our incredible mission...

Bangalore BCR

Bangalore is crazy
...I'm a child at a lost fair
...a show put on centuries behind the scenes. ....
Of our present paranoia ....of violence and bitter maelstrom...

India has become Jerusalem. ..
Hall of temples and churches mosques and Synagogues...
Worshipping. ..prostrating....
mandating...
Hating.

Its a chilled out relaxed scene
A framed gallery at a surrealist art exhibition.
Boots and bags and
Smiles are spiked and spirited

It's jolly good...with the knobs on.
Happiness is allowed to be hopeful.

Everyone living in Feel Good season....

And everyone knows
that the best dreams
Are lived in ...like common people

With love laughter and eventually
A few screams...
Coffee shot with cream
Sipped in slow...
Even though. ...
Everybody
Seems on the go.
Busy Timers set....I'm the alert observant stopwatch
Taking in all of it
in short doses.

People enjoying a cool carnival
Stepping up to all seasons and dressed for all climes...

My amused sight catches fur collars on sugar coated baby dolls....and then...I
giggle. ..as a lissome lass walks by...in noodle straps and shorts.
And draped in bright red Indian shawl and dark balloon pants...her long haired boyfriend leans to catch her eye...

But this is Bangalore
Boom town
Bean town...
Its bang bang...seasons change from spring in the morning. ..to summertime noon...and wintry evening...
A day. ...not yet....an year...my date with Bangalore.
I love it!
;)
Sorry. ..I took the title..."Bean Town Boom Town" a book of short stories on Bangalore I bought to read....February...7 months ago. ..moved to this new city.

Thursday, September 04, 2014

Burial BCR

I don't trickle pain anymore like a stubborn sadistic tap...
Masochism is its trap...
to inflict pain...

Self victimization, an useless game
Not even requiring two players...

And not even brave
As self reliant solitaire...

A shadow acquired and masked
Is all the victim ever asked.

Till passed away from pain
The chalice was emptied then
And
No longer!

I dont cry anymore
But....I smile...
Sweet and easy.
A tad sleazy.

But
am I cured?
For though I'm walking around
It's with a vacant grin...
Inside out, and
Outside in...

Painfully flayed absorbent skin.
Worn proud as a tattoo
Over dead soul.
With a constant creepy grin.

This is
Mindless
Lovemaking.
Life wrecking
Heart breaking.

Shucks!...
I am just faking...
Checking out if you're buying
What....I'm selling...
Take it and
Bury it.

Bury it dead....

Reflections of Rainbows

I wanted to caress, but with soft fingerstrokes of my mind.

Tendrils of tenderness you may cling to and find

A shiver of happiness invading your space

A sliver of solace that carries a bit of grace.

Never to ensnare but to enbalm you from pain.

Tiny grains of affection....reflect rainbows after rain...

And that was all
My friend.

I Was Told BCR

I was told today
I write well.
I dare not contradict
My life's meaning depends on it.
Graceless formless at
heart, heartless
Chaotic madness
And I call that creation
What are just screams
Of childish pain
Anguish to attain
Adulthood
In vain.

No I can't write
I can strew words
In streams of sub consciousness
Upon empty page
Greedy child
Emoting upon a stage
Lusting
For limelight.

Horizons BCR

See that last bit of sunlight dripping dying...slipping down my horizon...
I catch a ray with a tendril of hair
And kiss it and you goodbye and
Pray...
May the sun rise forever...
Upon your horizon.
And may moonshine bring you rest.

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Singing Glory/ North of Nowhere/ Directions

West winds are blowing down my resistance
In my southern sojourn...
I feel chilled I kind of like this change of seasons..riding an auto home...
My scarf flies loose...I make a face and a knot and dream about entanglements in clouds....
A syrupy sunshine in my mind...when I recollect honey of your sweet mind.
I have lost directional clues..
I'm going north of nowhere now...
And any moment with a prayer on my lips for deliverance
I will sink down somehow..
I almost get it...
why men need to prostrate themselves
on public streets and pray...declaring devotion five times a day
Direction is nomenclature of existence
A compelling allegiance binds me
I feel like I should pray.
Singing glory
Is my act of faith
Out of the depth of misery.

In Eyes

In your words lie salvation
The caress of your unseen eyes
Your clean and clear gaze.

What lies beneath...
Is living intent
... livid upon the face
Blosomming pity's dewdrops
flowering innocent grace.

Eyes

Eyes... BCR

There was fire in her eyes
Hidden from all sight
There were valleys in her cheeks
There were plateaus and peaks
Of crazy hazy wish.

There
Were secrets to divulge
Frozen flames to expunge
Burning up her planes
Driving her insane.

All her life in waiting
Desirous of sating
A wilderness of wildfire
Creating careless craters
Watching daily pyres
Sending incense of prayers

An intensity displayed
Flayed passionate face
A quiver of shots
Arrows in her eyes
Inaudible vibrating cries...
Tossing out the lies.

And her eyes?
Dull magnets of dumb blackness
Dead pools of sad madness
In the kindness of longed for grace
They lit up....
Brighter than yearnings
blinding like Diwali dreams

Her eyes look up
From at your feet
Twin lamps humbly lit
on the floor of life
Melting every lie
To
Offer your fervent praise.

Akshara

Saturday, September 27, 2014

I Am....Torn

The Wrists of Light....and Pain

Flatbeds of Fear

Monsters Everywhere Hiding in theTrees

Prayer's Despair BCR

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

I Am BCR

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Utter Bewilderment BCR

The Illuminated God BCR

No Matter BCR

The Woman I Am BCR

Because BCR

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Kinesis BCR

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Who Is...What is She?

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Burn BCR

Saturday, September 06, 2014

Entangled BCR

Bangalore BCR

Thursday, September 04, 2014

Burial BCR

Reflections of Rainbows

I Was Told BCR

Horizons BCR

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Singing Glory/ North of Nowhere/ Directions

In Eyes

Eyes

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