Peace...?

Moved towards the place of knowledge.
I found cowards in full suit.
Thrashing ignorant victims.
To be passive and to plunder money;
Simply cigar, sex, suit design their nature.

Man of survival, makes fellow people-‘the actors’.
Unwanted gaze, valueless smile, forceful ‘Hai...!’
Suspecting with full of firing eyes.
Waiting to blame and to cheat-
Simply suit, walk, sound carves their behaviour.

Living for the society, exposed intimacy-
The lover – the lady love in alien’s land.
Laughing, smiling, sharing – is it life?
In search of it, I walk every furlong
Simply to seek the abstract peace-to feed the concrete flesh.

10 – 11 – 2009 (Libya) 12:10 p.m – 12:45 p.m

Overwhelm

Overwhelms me to overflow-
mine
I smell the creator’s
feelings,
In an unknown age
never minds
Recollects the same-
when my breed walks,
Unknown, never minds….?

19 - 10 - 2009 - 11:30 a.m - 11:45 a.m (Libya-Deepu's School-Tripoli)

Console

Facade of the sky is dark;
Resembles on the face of mine.
Can I, weigh the burden-beats…?
Beating on the scattered heart.
Which is about to bleed the tears-
Not from the eyes but from the sacred-core.

I see the drops of water from the eyes.
I taste the salt of tears from the cloud.
Where - you go? My dear rain drops.
Smiles at me-asking the same…?
Blinking, drop I, mine index;
reiterating, searching the answer-To console…?

21-03-2008 10:10 a.m. – 11:15 a.m.(Libya Time)

Paraphrase of the Poem

It is the first day of Spring Season. I see the black cloud pieces which indirectly ask me that why your face is like my face. I ask my question to my tear drops - Can you weigh my burden feelings? This question forced the scared-core(heart) to burst the eyes of the heart to bleed the tears of blood.Simultaneously, both started to shed(tears & rain drops). Tear drops changed the taste of the rain drops. I see the amalgamation of both forced me to ask - Where are you going water drops? The world of water smiles at me and asked me the same question - Where are you going? I repeat this question and searching the answer to console me and to console the world…?

Invisible Mirror

In the cradle of Good Shepherd’s wings;

mine passions float in the heavenly-pleasure.

Imam’s call generates the lips of the mind

to chant Mantra, which whirl the pebbles of love to

shed on the flower, to inhale the fragrance.

Kneeling infront of the mind, the invisible mirror;

longing - When my eyelids will join together.

23-11-2007 06:35 a.m to 07:20 a.m(Libya Time)

Paraphrase of the Poem

When I was in the wings(cradle) of Jesus Christ I felt the happiness. In this juncture I heard the voice of Imam from the mosque which alarmed me from my dream sleep. That sweet voice moved my lips to Chant Mantra, which made to role the tear(Pebbles) drops. I want to pour that drops(filled with love) on my partner(wife) to inhale the smell of love. All the images I mentioned here are Invisible. I prosterated infront of the Invisible Mirror(Mind) with Burden-full heart asking when My EyeLids(One Lid is Husband and the other one is Wife) ...? join together.

My Life

Mind in mess loiter hither and thither;
Surfing the mood of rejoices.
Multi-faceted notions attack - all the directions
Lances launch in right ventricular;
Makes fishy balls with black bladder-
Ejaculate dreary liquid - to point
Mine memoir is also like colourless tears.

22-09-07 7:45 pm - 8:10 pm (Libya Time)

Paraphrase of the Poem

The meaning of the MY LIFE is my confused (mess) mind thinking of my past and present life. Still it searches the enjoyable moment. It sees many ways. Without thinking twice the premature mind leaps the legs. Though I face many problems still my mind is immature which makes often my eyes (fishy balls) to shed shabby (dreary) solution. This shabby liquid indicates time after time that my life is also like colourless liquid.

Departure

Cloaked inside the white gasohol;
Waving the wings to clear the atmosphere.
Dazzling white nymph's swan's hike,
Towards sharing - inmates with Love.
Dragging... in to the border;
Leaving the laden heart - in her's:
Gazing mine... through the sparkling eyes!
Made the twins shower, souring the Nature's...?

13-09-07 11:35 pm - 12:10 am (Libya Time)


Paraprase of the Poem

The meaning of the Poem "Departure" is I was caught in to the smoke in the airport when I was about to leave India. That smoke was from the Government Vehicle which does the work of killing the Insects (Past-Present & in Future). I was waving my hands to make my vision clear. At that time my eyes dazzled because of a lady's arrival with a child. She was(is) like a Nymph walking like a Swan. She came to share the Love with me because she is my wife with my kid. Shared! My heart became heavy. I cannot carry. I was dragging not only the baggage but also the burden heart. I crossed the security check(border). I can see my wife through the glass with eyes full of tear drops which made mine also to sweat(Sparkling Eyes). I left my burden heart in her but through the glass I can see the Love from my wife's eyes which made us to cry. Still now I have a doubt that tear drops might have merged with rain water (Nature's...?) and should have changed the taste of rain water sour.

Haven't Taste:The Pleasure

Haven't Taste:The Pleasure
Towering myself, I ogle:
Not like 'worth - walking.
The dales and hills;
rejoice the beauty; of
haven't met. My off-spring;
cool zephyr roars the shrills,
impelled by mine life-mate.

Computing the days, months...?
To fly to share...?
Throwing the eye power
amidst the Olives; sees
the spring blossoms away
the sloppy winter, expecting
the same in my memoir.

12-01-07 10:40am - 11:05am(LIBYA)

My First Sight

Combing, the loving lock.
Smell of Love,
touches mine sense.
Wings fenced crossly.
Bee's feathers feel
the softy flowers from the back;
affixes into one.
Mental foreplay induces
physically to wither the leaves.
Salty shower from top to bottom.
Feels, mind's eye
the rolling pebbles shiny
on the Vales and Hills.
Pasting and Tasting
odourless sweety honey;
engraves the teeth impression.
Petals of the flower
listens, fiddling...nipples;
wrapping the antenna
partially to taste wine drops.03-01-07 11:05pm - 12:20am(LIBYA)

Paraphrase of the Poem

The meaning of the poem(At First Sight) is My experience in first sex.By using my fingers I combed the lady's hair(LOCK). Myth says that female has special smell which comes naturally. I also felt the same smell as Love. My hands hugged her from her back. My legs felt the softness of the bumps forces me to mingle with her. Asusual fore-play induces to uncover the outercover(dress). Whole body takes bath in sweating. I can see the drops of sweating like pebbles and rolling inbetween the tits. Biting eachother. Fingers play on the nipples. Now this is the time to ejaculate and stretches the male organ for final touch.

Wonder Land

From there I wondered!
When I'll be there?
I, from the boundary, foundered
happy time; at center in pair.
He gave me a chance.
Pea-cock stretched feather to dance.
Flying in air, walking on land;
placed I, my foot-prints in Wonder Land.
Bright and eiry windy, a boon;
Like a bindy, I found it soon.
Stepped in, a crawling bird, afternoon.
Got a news, sametime, a son.
Luckyman to be in Libya.
Unlucky forwhy not in India.

25-12-06 11:35am - 12:15pm(LIBYA)

Paraphrase of the Poem

The meaning of the poem WONDER LAND is, When I stepped first time in the foreign land, my partner was in family way. After I reach here I got the news about my newly born male baby. The rhyme sheme in the poem is ab, ab, cc, dd, ee, ff, gg. Read the poem and post your comments.

Rain-Shaw

Smiling damsel in the arena.
Dragging buffalo...? under the shower.
Occasionally baths, a thunder bath.

Never bothers, Nay day, Nay night;
drags and pulls, the two legged.
Without fuel.

He smiles; She giggles; nature also...
running on the horns;
the stone-footed culture.

Indeed to drive fast;
miserable life, unanswerable.
Like a small kid enjoys shower; his food.

Drags, crawls, climbs; the life is.
Without caring the feelings, Shouts,
'His' shouts 'Her'; to pour the wage to the wages.

Tedious, life; alone hers' itself,
the worth, not in action.
Direction-directs life partially, a fate.

22-08-06 10:55pm - 11:30pm

Nature's Nature, a game?

Wrapped with green leaves.
Though its green, chillness hikes;
moving on the shore. Like Miami
umpteen aliens rejoice their life.

Some Indian scarecrows gaze-
the uncultured aliens.
I see, born with the Bible;
to know the truth, reads, Geetha.

Rhythm, mistakenly plays,
after restless, 26.
Awaiting to swallow the universe;
started from Sun to Moon.

Unsatisfied nature rapes, daily
the both, the shy less creature.
Blaming humans waste of time,
the nature itself a Carnivorous.

Started swallowing, the destruction,
nature swallows the nature.

19-03-06 10:20pm - 11:05pm

Venomous Creatures….?

(A Poem written in the Kali Kalam)

Beware brothers; of this creatures.
Though, a feminist, for a while;
heart had been bitten, umpteen times.
Mother, Sister, Lady Love, Wife, Daughter…?
Seduce the male to fulfill, hungry.
Mother’s womb, world’s worst place.
Sister’s expectations, it’s infinity.
Lady Love’s affection, flesh with sexual object.
Wife’s possessiveness, plunder, fulfill, thoughts.
Daughter’s love, cheats, to carry the pills.
‘Venomous Creatures’, than the serpent.
Matriotic sphere, ready for judgement day.
Aware of this cunning creatures…?
Nay love, nay affection, nay passion.
Only sentimental unhealing wounds.
Flattering words, to raise, status;
easy goers. Not far away, venom injected
in the body of the 'sphere' to havoc…?

17 – 09 – 05 10 : 45 pm – 11 : 20 pm

The Paraphrase of the Poem ( Venomous Creatures...? )

This poem is written in this Kali Kalam. I warn all the male in this world to be aware of the female. Though I am the feminist(supporter of female) for a while, sometimes I am against them(Selfish Fragile). Often feed grief in my heart umpteen(Plenty) times. Even though we praise the female they are Venomous Creatures. They do any kind of bad activities which is acted and pretended as the good activity, to fulfill their thirst. All the female are prostitutes How ? and Why ? Mother is a prostitute to a father for many nights. Sister is a prostitute for her husband. Lady Love, shortly named as mobile prostitute (Useless Creatures of all) used by male to quench her sexual thirst which cannot be fulfilled for ever. Wife money-minded creature, patiently waiting to solve her problems. Modern daughters' love towards a father is to cheat him to carry the tablets to be away from the pregnancy. The female are Venomous than the poisonous snake. This world is going to be under the control of the female. That day is going to be the real Judgement Day(Final Day of this Planet). Again I request the male to be aware of this female creatures. No real Love. No real Affection. No real Feelings. They use only the flattering words to seduce the male. It is not far away that this world is going to be under the control of this female creature. If it happens that is the end of this world

Vignesh(wara)wari

Sitting under Banyan, viewing East
Masculine, 'He' is.
Lights ON and OFF. White in colour.
Lights ON and OFF. Black in colour.
Wobble, even in 'Him'.
Then, why not, We.
Pure Bright, Pure Dark
Twelve fortnights each,
evinces, dithering,
impure red-blooded society.
Sitting inside safely, viewing West
Unmasculine,'He' is.
No change, connotes static
effeminate society.
Virile in West, Effete in East
insinuates,
both are even-handed to 'Him'.

Paraphrase of the Poem

In Kanyakumari District there is a place called Keralapuram(on the way to Trivandram). One famous Eswaran temple is there at the entrance of that village. In that temple a Vigneshwara statue which changes its colour naturally(6 months Black & 6 months White). But in Suchindram( on the way to Kanyakumari) God Vigneshwaran is carved like goddess & the ancestors named it as Vigneshwari). Here in my poem I have compared both Vgneshwaran & Vigneshwari with this society).

12-04-2002 ; 09:10 pm - 10:30 pm

Love - Flesh - Money

A soul with a Soul;
related...?
Ignorant diversion.

Kidding, Flattering, Blaming,
Boomerang response.
Ignorant gratification.

Ups a little.
Downs a little.
Reasonable status, I hold.

Years close one plus one.
Cunning time cheats the minds...?
Course... completed.

Waiting, lingering, remaining;
like a poet, lover and bird-watcher.
Futile wealth. Permission nay, admission.

Reality blossoms. Possessive...?
damsel charges...!
throwing lances.

Equalization in Life and Rights.
Ever pain-holder prays;
to shower pleasant life to...?

06-06-2004 ; 11:15 pm - 12:25 am

Ode to the Nature's Weep

Hath been sweating;
Nay crying...?
Thou supply chill.
Like a malicious;
the -beings rejoice...?
Mine heart thrown;
it aches to replace, forwhy
She, inside me weeping,
made me too...I Woo You.
Clothes wrapped all.
Chill-less I felt; foretells,
the restless forty-eight hours,
system seeks medicine to hold; recollects,
If Sorrow comes, can Joy be far behind...?

10-09-2004 ; 09:10 pm - 09:55 pm

Patience

Grasping lecture keenly.
Grinding in 'Center'.
Goods...notions.
Growing rapid not.

Forcing to burst.
Featherless, crawling.
Feeding, tiny bird.
Fasting set-up is, 'His'.

Travelogue
12-04-2002 ; 01:00 pm - 01:20 pm

The Sea... Views

Beside briny ghats;
Beamy-glassy package,
Leaves legendary view.

Soft-Vulnerable moving bookers,
Jargon with diction;
gives excellent view.

Bluish giant vulture,
with unfolded limbs;
bestows fictitious view.

Neither north and south
Nor east and west;
'Sea-view' yields fabulous view.

25-12-2003 ; 08:15 pm - 08:40 pm

Reformation

Over comes three hellish days.
Gloomy, dismal and melancholic,
monthly action.

Reading life early in teens.
Consecutive refreshment, ignorantly,
monthly action.

Tiny, growing, flowering-plants and trees;
a limited, reformation ejaculates.
Yearly action.

Wheeling life rolls, Sense changes,
even nature in re-construction, yet in him(male),
Nay action.

08-05-2003 ; 03:10 pm - 03:45 pm

Eternal Presence

Scanty not, ample sense.
Gallent damsel, genius.

Calls time after time.
Seculation, detours.

Onus, burden- ' Centers', shares;
Vice-versa, reduces.

Fragrance-love showered;
Shaves worries.

Preaches, all over, miseries.
Face ' it'.. to face.

Boosted in moody-tension,
Holds in crumbling, like 'Her'.

' Her !, Her !, , my dearest 'Ma',
Are you ...alive ?

04-04-2003 ; 10:05 pm - 10:50pm

Death of HIM...?

First to Last,
all I find around, in
state of gloomy.

He gone where?
Alive? Nay dying
a little by little.

Again stations passes by,
celebrating funeral unknowingly,
standing facing the land.

Innocent Kids, O Yellow Flowers !
He's behind Her;
Alive; Sharada starts smoothly.

Travelogue
30-12-2004 ; 03:00 pm - 03:40pm

When the play comes to an end...?

Only Islands' in trouble...? Nay
this world, also an island.
Surrounded by the beauty...?
Beauty is danger, beauty.

Puzzle it is, to this Sphere;
rolling lethargically to sink.
Activator's direction; the strange
actors act like nuts.

Trying to close the curtain.
Squeezing in a drowsy state.
Drags and drags... still waiting;
in front of the unreal tomb.

What a play...? I will hit Half-Century.
Sure, the 'Center' replies.
Though its dark, it shines, I see
this Tsunami victim.

Mends a back bone, steady now
a little, Aswathi, the rock;
Sindhu, the supporter; I realize.
Some extra-ordinary powers.

In a neo-place, recollecting;
grinding all hopes, throwing
notions with a little joy and hope;
atleast One remains till my play, ends.

03-08-2005 ; 10:05 pm - 10:35 pm.

White Nymph

Egg like eyes with two grapes
pierce
Beetroot heart of mine.

Soft, thin, rosy ears like leaves:
I feel
cold breeze from it.

Juicy biscuit nose with two dots
arrests
my working eye - lids.

Buttered 'Bun'-ny cheek, centered cherry lips;
not to eat
but to kiss.

Teeth, like pearls, shell inside,
sounds sweetly rattle,
when she laughs.

Blackish wavy lengthy lock
brings to me
sparkling Niagara.

Whity, slim - beauty nymph's
hike
outshines Swan's glowing back.

Voice as that of nightingale
inspires
me, the Wordsworth inside, indeed.

Generation next, If any,
I will lend my-self to this
'Moving Statue'.

05-09-2002 ; 11:15 pm - 12:25 am

Abstract Relation

Dim round lemon;
behind the smoke with shy.
Feeling little hot - breeze, I travel.

Late summer hides the noon.
Sweet smell from the land.
Earth is about to bath.

Station by station passes by.
Lemon comes and goes.
They play Fore-Play.

He smuggled Her chastity.
Water, water everywhere.
All flee on sweating land for shelter.

Half in conscious and
unconscious; crying window;
reflects, ice-cream under the Sun.

I turned my face inside.
With un-twinkled eyes;
She gazed at me.

Naughty damsel with dancing foot;
made, her makers to dance.
Soul was disturbed.

Trapped mind needs, small mustard-
damsel in my life;
as my Daughter.

Travelogue
30-04-2004 ; 10:00 am - 11:30 am

Paraphrase of the poem

I see through the window. I can see the Sun in Lemon Colour which induced me to carve these words. The Sun is behind the cloud as a girl hiding herself out of Shy when she looks at her lover. Simultaneously, I feel the hot breeze through the window indicates the out-going summer.It is afternoon. I feel the sweet smell from the land tells that I am going to take bath(under rain).In between Sun comes and goes as if a couple play fore-play before sex.Next step the Cloud won the chastity of the Sun. Result the earth started taking bath(Raining). People started running here and there for shelter(I can see through the window).When I turned my face I saw some are sleeping and some are alert watching the beauty of the nature. Window glasses started dropping the rain water(crying) which resembles the melting-scene when we keep the icecream under the sun.When I turned my face again inside, she felt that she is looking at a stretch.She is naughty. Dancing, Singing and she made her parents to dance(Trouble). She disturbed me a lot. I was already trapped by her actions. This trapped mind needed her in my life as my daughter.

Soul

Abstract idea, absurd.
Concrete truth sensible.
Nowhere else . . . ?
Inside Me ? You ?
Optimistic six sensor's 'ism'
Blurred to me.
Christian gallant.
Her's . . . in Her, Soul;
A substitution.
Lover, Poet, Madman not.
Again i survive;
Permanent not, temporary.
Puzzling well - wisher.
Increases love - hungry;
Pernicious aim ?
I not believe;
Like that not, forwhy
My 'ma' is in her.

15-04-03 ; 11:10 pm - 11:45 pm

Satchel

Hurt my 'Center',
words in the dusk
Ecstatic - soreness structure is 'Her's

Immature, babyish, tiny, satchel,
knows nothing: the worth.
They have; know We not.

Incorrect settings, and at wrong time
Execute late, sorely
aches her time after time.

Free from stomach pain, nay
pains, not her's . . . still
the carefree heart.

Orderless period.
Bleading heart has
bloodless vagina.

Fruitless satchel
hopeless carrying;
adopt a Lad / Lass later.

Half in hellish pain
Half in heavenly pleasure,
old Karma decides !

'He' activates;
We act.
Is this, 'Fortune's play ?

12-03-03 ; 9:05 pm - 10:30 pm

Feelings

Not in the boat afloat:
Sweating pillow, watered
head, ear and cheek.
Water, drops from leaf, post rain,
'they' drop from nose-tip.
Dews, on the grass;
'they' crowned lash and brow.
Tears, 'they' are.

I felt her presence.
Mind eddying, grinding the past;
eager to visit her world.
Quest for Love, a weal mine, un-healing
crumbling heart, tittles
I Love You ! I Love You !! 'ma'!!!

24-04-2004 ; 11:05 pm - 11:40 pm

Intoxication

Howling, Wailing, Yowling;
initially shocks the 'Center'.
Mid-night was havocked.

Semi-intoxication dislocates;
Souls fastening to their nests,
as they have watched vampire shows.

Souls without flesh frightens;
the five-sensed creatures,
Screams, shrieks, yells.

Avzhatham droops the head down;
not the mind.
Fighting with kissing mosquitoes.

Mind searching for the identity,
as Her soul flees;
in search of Her breed, wetting the pillow.

26-01-04 12:10 am - 12:45 am

Life's Moments

Distressed, Moments drop

Second by Second, experience increases.

Frightens, next page, what will be...?

Clock taps, everything, inside me.

Pal's success in achieving something,

happy - blessed life.

Mate's tumorigenic sister, knows nothing,

dejected life.

Moments drop, second by second

Clock taps, everything, inside me.

Malicious Pal rejoices,

Egotistic life, his.

Pal's mate's, life's time lost,

Meloncholic life.

Moments drop, second by second

Clock taps, everything, inside me.

Even'His' action is 'Timed',

Real life, 'His', To receive 'His' Children wait in patience.

uncaring,

Moments drop, second by second

Clock taps, everything, inside me.

Out of gloomy state, mind whispers,

All things and beings, 'Fate's play'.

Again, the Tik, Tik, Tik, Tik, Tik, Tik,

Knocks out, everything, inside me.

25-09-2002 ; 10:10 pm - 11:45 pm

Experience

Started, counting mine clock at eighth;
Umpteen number vacates the stage, nay dossiers
Like wealth's worth, defeats others relation
Play clogs; curtain fuses; dialogues fades.

Started counting mine clock at sixteenth;
Bulk information of Dark Life.
Life is Dark...? Life is Bright...? amuck life.
Predicaments, encompass' console often.

Started counting mine clock at twenty fourth;
vibration swifts, leaks, blood from the heart;
searching napkins to cover, continuously.
Not three days, Drowsy veins mumbles, forever...!

Started counting mine clock at twenty fifth.
Birth follows, death, the disciple.
Born to suffer, Born to die, fruitless birth.
He is good...? produced Humans' with touch.

Started counting mine clock at twenty sixth.
Rapid tremble, terrible blocks in century hours.
Red fluids, searching path, ready to burst.
Helpless God, Hopeless Specialists, blind believes...?

Started counting mine clock at twenty seventh.
Carried Her on death bed.
Weightless leads weightier body, mere flesh without soul.
Customs' burns, except the soul.

Started counting mine clock at twenty eighth.
Matured suggestions from matured-less soul.
To hide grief; smiling, round a clock.
Standing in the queue, to realize death.

20-05-05 ; 9:20 pm - 10:35 pm

Multi-Faceted Mourning

Mind gossips, love...,
feeds bitter-pleasure, sweet, I taste
distrubs every days semi-death.

Rivotril holds steady.
Only the eyes drop as
the ice under the sunlight.

Belief in fortune, blames;
time is amenable, even
He bends before Her knees.

'Sindh' droughts. With calm structure and
winkling eyes, like lightning star
exits in, hovocking reddish lup-tup.

Extort heart-in, yet to chat,
fearing matriarch actions;
mind heaves the mind a good Pal, She is.

Amigo's vocal chord gives,
work to twin-fish grapes;
diverge the mind time after time.

Smooth, Swift hike beats
the skier on the snow, showering
fragrance, when She passes by.

Fenced life, mends a fence
alternatively, utters She'll
wash the grief ever. Assuredly...?

30-09-2004 ; 5:00 pm - 7:30 pm

I want to Cigar my Life (A Poem to Sundarraj)

Masogist's notion:
rolls in inner root.
Upper surface, struggled
by deeper surface.
-Beings suffer, -Beings die
canny round! Nay?
-Beings rejoice, - Beings survive
unlucky sphere! Nay?

Bungling creature creeps;
like tortoise, bears,
doleful aches, in-whole;
fears...forces...the heart
to flee away; insinuates,
'I want to Cigar my Life'.

24-11-2004 ; 10:20 pm - 11 : 50 pm

Lonely Dream

Completed; a decade. Lonely,
far from the place, scrolling
on the mat, holding palm fan,
sweating is quenched. Voices.
like noise, pollutes questing ‘Center’.
Out bursting, I see a man in
the desert with hope, like cactus.
Dazzling the eyes, bright sun’s
glory. Thirst to know, who will be…?
Alarm disturbs from dream, wakes up
Half-minded, standing forth the mirror.
I see the similar face in it.

8 March 2004 10:15 pm to 11:40 pm

Dark Life

Sucking the feet, owned by Lord.
Dipping the look into palms;
Pleading to save her?

A digression by goods, ends in.
Fraction, ‘Life’. Entered many, holding her.
Lying in the final stage.

Sticky, sweating, ‘Center’ beats ‘Thunder’,
Shivering…her breeds, inch by inch.
Again I felt the same.

Heart full of water to overflow:
Plumish-twins stares, forgets twinkling.
Holding the chin, watching.

They take her out in middle.
Shakes my flow; Life, a riddle;
Life, a puzzle; Life, a mystery.

Night marches as knight, points
her’s in summing stage. ‘Rope’,
started swinging before her.

Pleading him; to get, little sorrow
Fruitlessly getting little joy. Humbug
I find, life His’, no more…?

Travelogue
31st August 2004 10:25 am to 12:50 pm

Real Imagination

Stage : - 1

Counting the stars;
Shining fore-fathers,
Invites…? To shine.

Blurred time after time.
Covered by Oat-meal,
Splashed, disorderly.

Oracles round, slowly.
Forehead, now in four;
Inspires to leave this world.

Stage : - 2

Smiling effete.
Either sweet or poison,
traps the body’s clock.

Drums her address
A little by little;
A mental inter-course.

Delicious life;
tastes bitter continually,
mortal beauty, vanishes.

Stage : - 3

His invention destructs;
instructing Dante’s Inferno;
not yet retired.

Seeking Paradise in Hell;
to quench His thirst,
dial a call.

Lonely as orphan,
Scrolling on the thorns;
travels, grinding the Past.

24-09-2004 ; 1:20 pm – 3:10 pm

Wife's Marriage on 27th January 2005

Peeping through the window.
Brightening coconuts artificially;
Steady in., Slant in., as if ‘it’ read Mine…!

Flashes, her favourite, Gazes at…!
Smiles at…! Gestures at…! talked to…!
‘Air’, wavers, the constant notions.

Besides, the Maker diverts the path.
Moving with beautiful-wicked map.
Wise or Wise-less, the luck hides.

Heart bleeds inside the both…?
Soul related – love passions’ as fashion.
Water inside the vein droughts in…?

Tigress moves in, to quench her’s thirst.
SHE caged HE in.
To plunder little by little.

HIV Negative coils in;
merging another Negative;
to make love ‘Positive’.

Felt the ache later.
Nay medicine, nay heeling;
LOVE swallows AIDS.

Drought-ed vein throws in power;
Washes AIDS; but not…?
Like TSUNAMI victim, a waif holds, Nuptial Card.

27-01-2005 ; 9:05 am – 11:20 am

Chameleons' Creeds

Neither Tri-alpha…? Nor
the being…? the Maker…!
Who, Where, What gender is…?
Ancestors’ creation…? Literary cowards,
believe still…!
Not only…

Wasting by blaming Mahatma;
Disintegrating the ‘Bread’;
‘Sandwiches’, masticated little by little.
Blows only…Whites’? Browns also…!
Easy goers, fault finders…?
But also…

30-03-05 ; 11:10 pm – 12:00 am

The Jothi, The Half Moon, The Cross
in fray, groaning each other.
Man-made powers, selfish headers’.
Changing crores yearly, venomous well-wishers,
Injects needle in the heart:
For-Saken.

Second Makers’, the owners,
Plays puppet games. Alone I want to…?
Nine months-Ten days, pumping whitish blood;
Fate of the ‘Both” She is not…? Amenable mistaker…?
Nay! Blunder by ‘Him’. Powerless power;
Expect your Mind…?

31-03-05 ; 10:30 am – 11:45 am

Behind the Screen

Surface :

Plain sky as heaven.
Thou’ve nay words,
to curse, to carve verse.

Digging the brain as
Needle injects the eyeball, leaks
black blood of the heart.

Avazhad droops down;
mine limb scribbles, clock taps;
quarter hours to peel off the orange.

Beneath :

Cheated by a guy, over.
Courageous gallant shook,
A little, fears of the next page.

Two red-bloods deserted,
lonely with the child.
Bloods fluency sets huddles on the way.

Heart shivers to beat, stops,
all a while, we survive,
absence of Her.

Four fort-nights, mine heart in Sewage,
I found Mallu flies away;
Stands like thorny bushes.

Surface :

Doth it’s holy love…?
Yeah, fate activates, still
holding thy heart.

30-10-2004 ; 11:15 pm - 1:oo am

My Life is at Cigar's Edge

Sparkling at waxing
or waning moon;
the saltiest dews,
immaculate mine pith.

To fire life, in seduction;
lading whitish gun.
Started spitting...?
tottering, cementish quasi entity.

Agonizing entirely; it
falls like falls as
mine presence is false.
Lucifer's rope, scares near by.

Lethargically carbon fills;
Blackish, the core, not only
the memoir...signs, sultriness; squeezing;
My Life is at Cigar's Edge.

1-11-2004 ;10:05am to 10:40am

Where are you...?

Nephew Climbs like ape;
the weaker ma's tolerance;
takes me back, on Her back.

Carrying, Lifting in the womb
to death. Foetus swims inside,
outside,Pains. Experience of Her's.

Out of the world, Ambigai
lifts to pass the year,
but only the year...? Infactuation.

Amazing Rose wavers the mind;
fragrance, tempts waters in the bee.
Fell in love-pit...? Unknowingly.

One sovereign and half-a-dozen.
Purifies my Pith, to a 'Place'.
Lonely, scribbling the passions.

Sinduram to apply...? Sindhu to call...?
A 'Sin'inside you.It's for you;
for me...? Away from 'That'.

Mallu, Tharagai, the winds,
I not feel, nowhere.
Mind gets rust, no one with 'Sand Paper'.

Equalizing 'Them' is inept.
Lying on the Center and Lap;
fenced breed's aches...mmm...ma.

Time comes to carry, sweet burden.
Searching Her, still; even the soul.
Where are You...?

Shanthi, Manashanthi, Subhashanthi towards 'Aanmeek';
Like the other blinds; I search
Where is 'She'(Goddess...?).

09-12-2004 ; 1:05pm -2:00pm