Once we were Full of Life

Once we were full of life..

She looked at the old,dusty photograph of her,again,perhaps for the final time.She felt helpess as tears,like wax,fell abundantly,the grief that she felt was truly artless.Wholly unmodulated,palpable undesirable.She prayed,that the memories of her,would decay within,eventually.She wished,that her distress,would not be poignant enough to keep her eyes unclosed.Love is intensifed by absence,she learned of the repellent truth,the hard way.They say,through death,all things become clear.How true was that?Hope is vain,trust is childish,she decided.Akin to glass,she felt empty and transparent,naked and exposed.As if someone would stare into her piercing eyes,and could tell there were chinks in her faith,holes in her heart.Numbed with indifference,imperceptible emotions that transcend logical explanations beyond understanding filled the recesses of her feeble conscience.Feelings were most acute and retentive in reviving,retrieving back to life painful memories.Vertiginous falling sensations settled into her veins,limbs and brain like molten lead.She felt like a leprous dog,clinging to life.

In a conspiracy of silence,she asked herself-What isn't pain in life?

18/7

i could not cry
because i am incapable of feeling
i would not talk
about how i had forgotten to write
i will never tell
anyone about the incident that changed my life


.....................forever

For Bambi

"Your dog died"
three syllabus,three words
of an unpalatable truth
mouthed with such ease
and unperturbed composure
leaves behind an untangled mass
of unanswered whys',buts',and ifs'
bursting my bubble of a twisted skein
of innocent faith
of puritan love

My dog died
three syllabus,three words
let no moaning be done
and pain permeating the night
for my heart burns with a fire
more arduous,brighter than all of the many stars put together
as Bambi swivells his delicate head happily
between the skies of angels and seraphs-
i relish of her departure
maybe she's happier up there..

red miracles

In a dark,unfathomable turmoil
a dream of tainted truth
a visceral female instinct as its periphery
and burried,pitiless antagonism
red miracles spilling forth
a crescendo of bewildering fantasies of accurst passion
witnessing the nullification of pretentious masquerade
that blandly reposes
of a crisis,of a fever
'malefic love'-

within each attempt
the compelling thirst,unsatiable lust
burns the faith in vain
with the moaning,groaning
the sighing,sobbing
of streaming,vindictive,wet tears
and the horrible art of heart-throbbing
deeply stained pain and haunting erotic despair
that is too much..
for one deeply tantalized soul to bear..

Poetic Spell

In a fever of a minute
Lifeless,unveiled
thinly disguised memoirs
Spring to life
Hunting familiar grounds
Weaving a poetic spell
of sealed,startling,sensational revelations..
The poignancy of perverted despair
of bad karma,separation and reconciliation
and of silent,mustered hopes feeding the Earth
to face the stirred midnight's inertia
by embracing the mystical genesis of life
as our fates intertwined...
in desperation of strange fits of passion