Exile

Vitrified by the curses

of a crystal woven sky

stands a feeble mortal

a vivarium,my prison!

"This is the Rubicon" says the voice

ripping apart the silence of the haunting night.

Rearmed were they

with the weapons of death

every breath choked

and the residuum left stench

for resurrected are the howls

of darkness and possession.

Day after day and night after night

we heard the reveille

when life wrapped itself under covers of fear

and armies of death marched

the mothers in taffeta

wrote an ode to their sons.

Glistening with blood

they lick their sharp claws

laminar coatings of flesh

leave the mortal souls

far away the oboe bids farewell

the obliterated joy mumbles in the night.

Gazing into the dark realms

a taste of vermicide before the eternal dissect

the yews standing still

waiting for the storm

a drop trickles down

the prisoners are free.

3rd March 2006

I lay motionless on mother earth

in a pool of blood

my sanctum in my eyes

and a prayer on my lips

for no one dares touching me

as life leaks out of my crushed legs.

Traitors are those

who watch me die

for i cooked a meal

to feed their hungry son once

they watch me losing breath

how cold can they be?

Merciless is the rubber wheel

for it knows no right or wrong

without bias it tramples

what has been thrown in it's path

Sanguinary, like a vampire

the ones i called my own were not.

Along came my sanguine companion

running out of breath yelling my name

his eyes full of tears and worry

for his loved one lay motionless

alone he lifted me in his arms

for the world was treacherous.

He drove me from one denial

to face another one waiting

for hope was a rush hour away

and my life was short

he wanted to fly but he couldn't

i wish he could.

i looked at him

he looked beautiful

i knew what was coming and he didn't

under the scorching march sun

that helpless man knocked the last door of hope

i lay there,not far from him.

The white coats n machines

struggled to revive my breath

i was drenched in blood

my end was near

the hour passed and they shook their heads

as my loved one waved his hand in despair

Those who cried for me

i thank them

i thank you god

for you gave me the worst death

i must've been close to you

to have suffered so much.....i'm far from him but with you now.

The Fallen

Flying high

with my brazen-faced assertions

ready to fight and destroy

the entire world

fear of nothing

eclipsed by my own aura

my will to think,diminishing.

out to conquer

nothing but everything

to lessen the satisfaction

for there's more

that's mine

at the speed of light

i ride.

the peach lipped girls

standing in the corner

my narcissistic unrest

compelling me to lure them

into another sin

selling their souls to me

for all that remains.

envying the lightning

for it's faster than me

to strike

and burn

without prejudice

and neglect, i wanna be her.

but look at me now

in my royal cornicle

covered with grass

and festooned with earthworms

i'm so happy

i'm resting.

Dawn of the Angry

forlorn forlorn!

who bled from thee midriff

beneath the howling stars

the mignonette smiled

through the militated heaps

of a thousand corpses.

the midwinter night

mimetic of Satan

a misanthropic breath

of a minstrel in disguise

waving a black plume

"Thou art The king of plutocracy!"

"Pogrom, I Surmise!

Pray on your knees my weak priest

in the dark precinct of your hollow faith

for the sepal shall mock

your suede clad soul

for this is the night of the Surly mistresses.”

Your smothering dark dissonant choirs

sung at the top of my punctured lungs

entice the demons of the night

summoning the ghosts of the woods

smeared with blood and enervated

Thou shalt be.

Poignant in the garden of eden

with your naked soul in your palms

edelweiss shall cover your damned self

as the prince of darkness shall descend

sprinkle thy cruets on thy wounds

for a crumpet art thou.

9Teen

And Here we are...

Half-past three in the morning.

Wide awake.

I can't get no sleep.

I only smoke weed when I need to,

and I need to get some rest

yeah, where's the sex.

I confess.

I burned a hole in the mattress,

yes yes it was me.

I plead guilty.

and at the count of three i pull back the duvet.

Make my way to the refrigerator,

one dry potato inside.

no lie, not even bread, jam,

when the light above my head went bam.

I can't sleep, something's all over me,

greasy, insomnia please release me.

and let me dream about making mad love on the heat.

Tearin' off tights with my teeth.

But there's no relief,

I'm wide awake and i'm alone.

Oh, if i could only get some sleep.

I can't get no sleep.

Cryptic Divinity

Few can fathom the perils of dangling emeralds

and a breath reminiscent of jasmines n lilacs

of lips so soft and a tongue so sweet

the sanctum of innocence and shame

she revels in her ominous guilt

of the countless masquerades

behind the laminar layers of the softest silk.

Her presence intrigues the moonlit skies

the goddess of darkness in all her beauty

walks through the woods in a black burial gown

for the darkness has pledged allegiance

to the mother of sin and the sister of genocide

resurrected have been the ghouls again

her breasts have fed the famished beasts.

Of opulent splendour she looks so pure

she weeps a deep red river

the queen of sinister urges walks to the gates

as the servants of the dark night bow down to her

the discoloured earth trembles as she walks through

as the haunting yowls of the fauna welcome her

my tenebrous vixen sculpted by Satan vanishes into the cloak of mist.

Nights of Yore

What we see in our inanimateness

looks so real

for the eyes like to nurture the illusion

that everything's alright

the facade looks so beautiful

dangerous yet mystic.

An imperceptible sign

of the coming storm

invisible to the eyes of hope

for the eerie silence is golden

endowed with life

before the chaos begins.

The vision spans

as far as the albatross flies

into the endless time

and back to the dirge of darkness

where whispers are screams

the comfort n convenience of lonliness.

A self-infested tragedy

accommodated by

the painful convexity

tamed and loved by the mind

pointing to the stars where the settlers have arrived

and the albatross still flies.

Gifts from the possessed

she's bruised and demented

i hear her shadows moan

for the times i've tied myself

to the delights of the flesh

sucking the mordant nectar

from the sweet pits of lust

i know how i've wanted her

an inept with words.

from the trickling sweat

and the dark desires

she's buried in my mind

everytime i take the sinful knife

to undo her shame

and sink my teeth into heaven

drinking the last drop of love

and licking my lips...for more.

like the dusk she descends

when the wolves come out

and howl away to the moans

of the vile lips of mist

kissing her body,more n more

the heat of our sins

amidst the silent woods

i let my vices flourish.

as the breeze caresses

our exhausted souls

for wrapped like a python is she

to my weak breath

out to embolden me

enticing me adroitly

carving on my naked flesh with her teeth

the thirst for more shall reign.

Orange dust,Silicon and Asphalt

4:14 pm (IST), a 500 ml coke bottle that I carry everyday is filled up to the brim with water. The dusty table flaunts concentric shiny circles making it evident how some ceramic with tea/coffee had rested on it a few days back. The sleek black computer cabinet stands like a dummy with a blue LED being the only sign of life! A torn up packet of biscuits rests under the monitor. Just behind the monitor is the window that faces another office. I am sitting on the chair of a fired employee. An uneasy feeling creeps up every time I touch ‘her’ keyboard.

I take a look around and see sharply dressed clones gazing endlessly at their bright computer screens. I’m the only one who’s dressed in casuals, every single day. I miss the laptop which had near about 1000 of my favourite songs. It’s dull here. It’s like a one night stand, where the next morning is worse than the night before.

The only time when I’m happy is when I pay the 18 rupee toll at the DND and fly into infinitum . It looks eerie and distant yet beautiful at night. Before stepping back into the city traffic, I breathe as much as I can.

Its 7 pm. Everyone’s about to leave. Life waits for me a kilometer away and I don’t wish to be late.