Her Spell....

I see this woman of the night
shed more each time ----

First whole draped in black velvet
she winks a pearly smile.

She has a secret she's longing to impart
Carefully she tugs away the darkness
and slowly she reveals her growing bosom

Embarrassed for her, I look away.
But she lures my eyes to gaze
Upon her voluptous curve---

Hands reach out to touch a fantasy
of smooth marble marred only by the evening shadows
She feigns bashfulness
behind a fan of feathered clouds

Lonely sighs grope for solace and
their breaths graze across her cheek,
lovers so entranced, forget each other.
their hearts swell, fed by her luscious promises.

She tosses back her hair, glimmering with stars
How coy of her. She knows the limits.
Forsaken. They ebb and flow away.

Each night she bares more, dropping her silken veils

In her fullness, she is divine
her mammoreal bosom is unrivalled

She can fuse the hues of the blue night
and melt into the drippings of the setting sun.

Isn't this too much?? Does she know what she is doing?
Hungry for attention. She shouts in the darkness.
She resonates loud, brassy. Jazzy tones.----

She pulses to the tempo of her own
sings an aria to her soul
she shares all she has.

Oh!! she knows well what she is doing
Sublime and surreal.
She shines brightest
This serene beauty who rules my nights.

You remind me

Of a very gentle

little girl, I once

watched picking flowers

A New Begining

You know anything about chaos theory? I know it has to do with fractal geometry. That's about all I know.

But it also has to do with there being order and even... great beauty, in what looks like total chaos. And if we look closely enough at the randomness around us, patterns will start to emerge

I want patterns to emerge too…

Patterns that define my life better, right now they are all haphazard and entangled.

I would like uniformity in my thoughts so that I can write words….

Truly brilliant words with a deep insight and very elegantly strung together, to define a profound meaning within a few choice but apt words which sum up a basic truth about life, faith, belief and various other truths I have encountered in my life.

I would like to dream….

Dreams I can make my reality. Park my dream boat in a lovely spot by a chuckling brook of freshly melted ice with just me and her to keep me company. I want to dream of her. Of touching her, feeling her, talking to her, sharing everything with her so that the two become one.

I want to feel….

I am sick of being numb to all emotions all senses nothing penetrates this thick membrane of indifference I have been wearing as a cloak against heartbreak. Something needs to penetrate my sense of detachment that I so comfortable with.

I want to travel,

Travel and reach those distant horizons that I see beckoning me somewhere out there every time I look out towards the sky. I want to bridge the gap between my finite life and infinite ambitions.

I want to roam ......

unfettered by the shackles of responsibility I never asked for, but which were still thrust upon me.

I want to re invent myself.......

A pale shadow of what I am today, maybe a better self.

I look for a purpose.....

In this foray into life and hope to find it one fine wintry day when the cold winds blow from the north and come winging their way to me bringing much needed colour to my cheeks..

I want to bring order into the chaos that is my life.

I want to be at peace with myself.

Reconciled with my reason and in tune with my wandering thoughts.

I see all these things already inside me, but getting them into some order and make perfect sense is proving elusive.

Big Foot

They are locked in, Oh!!


The doorkepper's
feet are twelve
yards long ! ten shoe -


makers used five
oxhides to cobble
sandals for them!!

The Edge

Come to the edge, he said
We are afraid, they said
Come to the edge, he said
They came to the edge
He pushed them and they flew"



(Guilliame Apollinaire, 1880-1918, French poet)

Salvation

When I was relatively young I WAS HARD AND ANGRY.

I could walk away from any face, no matter how full of pain, sadness or pleading. I could close my eyes to children, who were being sold in the night. or to those whose limbs were trimmed so they could beg -- those who soon lost their trueborn smile (that every child is born with).

I could stare unblinkingly at the starving who sat outside the temple or mosques; those who were not with us any more, not men or women but expresionless bundles of skin and bones.

I could push torn women, who were crawling weighed down by their hungry infant sons, out of my path when necessary, or step around heroin addicts who were bleeding to death.

You see I was angry then, I did not see people underneath all the filth.

Nothing mattered because there was much that did.

I made money though. Hard Cash, every bit of it a reward for my indifference. But soon I found that I became indifferent to myself, that I would not accept my own need to laugh, to cry, to release my breath and take in everything outside that was already a part of me. I was emotionally numb.

I had become a shell, like the starving ones. But things are different now.
I am not sure what changed me. I know it happened when I went to visit my dying grandmother in our anscesteral village just before she passed away.

Maybe it was what she said about my eyes. She said that they reflected like dirty water: hiding the organism inside, not letting light through.. Or, maybe it was the quiet serenity of the lush green countryside that made my frustrations spill out; the limp coolness of the Mango Grove, the warm embrace of the lush green grass on my naked feet.

But I began to feel sick there... When I tried to sleep, all the faces I had ignored came back to me. I thought my mind would heal itself if I stayed away ferom the city. But they kept reappearing night after night relentlessly. So I did return to face my demons.

Now I am much softer. The faces do not gatecrash into my dreams any more like uninvited guests, because I speak to them everyday on the street, do my little bit for easing their pain and suffering.

Yes, I am no longer distant on the streets to my fellows.

I listen, I blink, I give, I smile, a word of comfort before I am on my way because I would like to think that there MUST be a way out of here for all Mankind & what has become of our society.

Only that smile on their faces or that return of their trueborn happiness even if it comes back for a fleeting moment...just that moment is what I get in return for showing a little compassion.....but it is enough...it is my salvation to all those years of indifference....

You...Only You

You came here of your own accord
and are lost in yourself;
I know not what you search, or who.
If I want anyone it is you,
If I want to see anyone it is you.
You are the desire of my heart and my eye’s prayer.