Friday, January 21, 2011

birth of time

Birth of time

Time be alive,
we, like trees and peace ,
are raised to the ground, beneath even,
for the fortune-shackled chasing tail

Exfoliate. The shed skin of the moon,
grown to imitate sunbeams and bows of rain,
a petty soldier of circumstance, newly divorced.
Only to be shredded like memory stained
paper, petty change down the reverend throat.


Blinded was the halo of GODblinding the sycophant mirror to shards
of light

With scene of crime drenched,
in shadow-lines from the pencil of time
on paper,
rickety spiders hurrying their
burdens down the green mile. Naked.

The wound lay waiting, patiently biting nails; waiting like a room
betrothed of doors, invisible.
Like a room wailing woes of witnessing war,
upon deaf ear, after year, after year.

Solemn and sedated in sun trance, eyes of ageing
falcons betrayed belief.
The machine it was. The daily standard honked in newsprint ink blotches.
The still-water prey, suicidal in glee
arrived with the cigarettes for the night.

This is the reddening sun turning blue. This is my birth
coming on a little too soon. Cried some child
on all fours.
Madness and chaos embedded
in microchips,
sold like sanity on the street, sold like hell.
And I watched the souls turn to eternal flames


tea for two

Tea for two

Similar hues
of that moment, reeking of tea and spring flowers,
now lay suspended in
familiar epiphanies of past roads. And the shoes
we wore out on the ones untrodden;
their coal-charred still-life negatives
hanging, drenched in life.
Our skins spoke lesser and lesser.
And so did we.

And old summers of love
floated alive
in their feathery closing
of your eye-lids,

Cotton-mouthed love it was,
glistening like gold in irises burning
into angels;
their eyes mere shadows.
Grown on earth, pure and brown. Our amethyst ascend into
the moon’s eye,
now blind
in our illumine bubble of sun’s tears

But we did not look below or beneath.
With the sun in our conjoined aorta,
never did we know
that the sun, skin and shadow
share same blood.

Now in the memory of our dawn,
I FIND NO SUN
in the ground beneath
LAY GRAVITY DEFLOWERED
in wooden eyes before, in the mirror
I FIND TEARS

And the reel shrieked across
the soft grass of daydream stupor,
the projector moaned in pain,
and the eyelids turned back into grey.

The slow weightless amble of our eyes’
beloved curtains reveal the amethyst
glasses of our summer wine.
And our possible pasts
and single-bed linen garden
of Eden as gleaming as it was, would be.

The remainder

The remainder

Blank open spaces remain, from the eclipse,
not much around has changed
false and plastic prophets, still carry megaphones
of blindness

Vast and lush, such used to be words that would ring open
into a starry ocean of our purple night, deepening still, into
little 24 hour long black-holes called reality and truth;
torn and reveling in surrender to
trigger-happy journalists, reporting live
from the grimy confines of lower east side and mumbai’s entrails,
“The television should’ve been dead by now”, you breathed out,
hair flailing slowly from your lips,
against the orange moonlit shadow of a wooden lamp,
you heard me say a number of words,
some discernible, some dead.
they spoke at length about the quiet rustle of leaves
in wintered night of JNU, IIT, New York, Atlantis
and heaven.

were these not the very words?

I do believe that you are quite frankly, out of your mind
wind-stricken fool of glorious vacancy for age
deep-brown in your sleep, and a fall
into what you call grace,
I could just sigh in pity, or pray god to shine his light upon you
perhaps. Someday.

You are wrong. You are not you. You have fallen prey again
to your falcon of choice,
and you don’t need to blink.
that wouldn’t prove a thing to concoct any further cry from truth,
to what has unfolded and will lust for the sheets,
and fold, and fold, till you are no longer familiar with your own mirror.

The slander in your words, quivers forth in your voice
only those who have used, can feel the dull ache in their joints,
before the turk sets upon,
if only you never knew such a word existed