Shoelace Love

Hungry Strings hug my heavy feet
White Toe Nail, Love
Tinkling with
Hysterical grunts, Muted screams
God plummeting down
My blue-eyed love

My Blue Eyed Love
Who sits at the edge
Of a broken chair
Absorbs my glance
In her blue, green eyes
To taste it later


My blue eyed love
Hanging in smells
Of whitewashed rooms
And cheap disinfectant
Speaks the language
Of whore love
Where her words
Play with mine
And make love
On distant trees

Legacy

Defeated ghosts
Knock on
Rubberwood doors
Sniffing
The warm air
Of many children
And stagnating youth
Mingling
In one great
Remnant
Of what was once
Family

Bladeless Fans

Empty pyres
With hungry flames
Yearn for love
And cobwebs
On red-coloured cielings
Sing, howl
With perennial delight
As the pregnant clouds
Deliver
The first bounty
Rain

Nightmare Wind

A naked dream

Clothed

In empty glances

And listless thoughts

Conspires

To achieve

The impossible

Love

Maze

Empty sounds
Jingle
In my hairs
Buzzzing
With discontent
And
Angry words
Conspire
Hurl abuses
At my cardamom
Breath
Old bottles dance
With sober intentions
In hungry orgies
Like schizophrenic peacocks
Keeping me suspended
In the light of
A tired dawn

A forgotten tune
Flat as
My hollow thoughts
Reminds
To remind me
Of Something
I'd forgotten
Before I
Could be remined
To listen

I am finished
I am finished
I am finished

Red Rivers Speak

My red river
Red-crusted river

Orphaned by day
Reddening
Over a surface
Of pale mourning light
Like the essence
Of her
Purple hazy eyes

Oh! Purple hazy eyes
Purple and red
A litany
Of translucent woes

Ductile and malleable

As whore-love

My red river
Tinkling
With the sound
Of anorexic buffaloes

Protruding ribs

Like taut emaciated

Rainbows
Wading through
Deep bellied grunts
And empty gazes
In claustrophobic
Dreams

My red river
Seductress of
The nightbird’s song
Piercing my red river
Like spiralling
Screams
In the space
Between my nails
In empty graveyards
Where dogs scamper
Over decomposed memories
Of my red river
A lethal concoction
Of implausible glances
And persistent queries
Of god and whores
Makes my red river
Red
Redder

My red river
Exists
In me

Reincarnation

Lonely night
A forgotten tune-
Memories bleed

Experimenting with Haiku

My blog
Familiar space-
Creativity bleeds

Haiku Anyone??

An old room
Light seeps in-
Hope

P.S: Pardon my futile efforts at Haiku... I know it's not very good, er...
Better I discontinue the sentence :(