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
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Macbeth)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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
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
Red-crusted river
Orphaned by day
Reddening
Over a surface
Of pale mourning light
Like the essence
Of her
Purple hazy eyes
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
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
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
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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 :(
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 :(
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