Permanent Blackener

Addiction, and another,
Extreme points of the line I walked.
I’ve been oscillating between these milestones
for as long as I can’t remember.

Then I pulled out, one day,
The day I stood in the center of these extreme dots,
And walked straight down
And became a spot myself.

And we continued to love each other.
But I was no more a slave,
I was the outsider from inside
who completed this love triangle.

It’s me in the corner,
And addiction and addiction
In the other two.
In between the three of us
Lies the void.

 

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Should I author an expression
for us all to know when I’m gone?
Or should I grey another day
Or rather yet depart undone?

Wilt with time in thoughts of you
Till stones are silt and finer still.
What use is it to tell the world
When you’re hard to believe, hence true?

My illusion of alphabets
Won’t you evolve to flesh and dew?
For they call our romance baseless
And me—a writer by pure excuse.

But if you do, step out of my head
I’ll lose your beauty, you’ll lose my mind
So, damn them my love, O stain of my
Pigment of Imaginations.

 

Angry?

Please be. It arms you maybe?
And wonderful, ire is to me,
like tender cool fire.
It's my beloved state of mind,
so join me in this dark room.
Unwind.
Feel at home with your wrath
and Anger, the angered cat.
Ragingly Retire.
Let your red aura shine bright.
The host insists thy fury's bloom,
be kind.

And shame be, if you desire a smile,
Me, Anger the cat, and thee,
will step out this dark room awhile.
As usual, Anger will wander
miles to the alley for a mêlée.
While we have, tea and camaraderie.

(Written for an Angry Ana)

 

Proof of nothing

Had not the past been a constant
and the future constantly waiting to arrive
Unwillingly stuck in a space-time continuum,
yet possess a heart and a half that’s willing to jive.
The son of poor hands and a beautiful mind
The untravelled artist who loves drawing maps
Married to art, he worships his wife,
his critical children always chased by lapse.
A ball and a chain on the writing fingers
fail to keep his thoughts from flight
Darkness can’t captive the sun beyond dawn,
he now sees the tunnels at the end of light.
The box is burning, not the matchsticks.
Ashes remain of my life, expect the Phoenix.

 

Sacrilege of sorts

Poets say the predictable
And indulge in the obvious.
They miss the language of silence
By deeds of poetic ingenious.

Why alphabetize emotions
And why make blatant, the subtle?
Why not enhance her addiction
Until it can be called trouble?

Riddles are made of simple words
Then why chance understanding?
Conferring titles and stages
Negates the charm of supposing.

Lack of vanity makes hearts like slums
Then why bind this craze to asylums?

 

Bound by Thought

Sometimes I wish that people were just minds
And not bodies.
Because that’s what she is to me.
Just a thought, whom I rarely meet in person.
Imagine my feelings, I have a body and I’m in love
With a thought.
Don’t I think, it’s easier?
To slowly get over the romance with a body.
But you’re in my mind,
How can I touch that?
To love, I need a heart,
But that’s just keeping me alive
So that this mind doesn’t stop loving you.
Then what’s the use of my skin and bones,
Where do I fit in?
That’s why I wish, people were just minds
And not bodies.

 

Neo-Nature

Weary of the Blue Skies
Of lights, trees, and lies.
Personally diagnosed for mental withdrawal
In this urge for a new environment.

Dimensions lost my love,
And I lost my love, for
Investigating the new texture
Under any given ancient stain.

Pains were not the same,
That said, why even discuss pleasure?
Sins seemed complacent,
The leisure made me neutral.

What was I to do…
…But wait?
…But wait?
But wait, I feel something new.

This virgin inevitability,
To stand up,
& launch vertically,
Rise,
& take notice.

It is too large for the naked eye,
& too true to justify.
A set of unseen colors
Burst and engineered the new sky.

Stormed in, the scents
Like the first day on Earth.
I inhaled this feeling,
Which wasn’t really a feeling
But a new way of feeling.

What were I to do?
But burst into fish.
How else could I explore this infinity
And be everywhere at every time.

A rhythmic silence
Was language enough to stimulate
The re-union of all the fish
To explode into my former form.

My re-incarnate was still mortal,
Evolved from fish
With features like mono desire
& an intense reason for existing.

A pagan intonation set in
Like a dream’s background theme.
Flowers sprouted inside of me,
Creepers around my veins.
Literally, I went wild within.

Four senses healed,
& I sensed my recovering taste.
My hunger satisfied
By the fruits of the trees of the nature born inside of me.

Old nature devoured by the new.
It’s overwhelming
To be alive while it all changed
From one era to another
Within moments.

What were I to do?
But wait and see
What the night looks like here,
Does it have stars?
In this beautiful bizarre?

And the sky lacquered black,
By this animated nature,
Filling all radii of my presence
With fountains of hair,
Smooth sultry satin.

I dearly wish,
That my mind forgot itself
And my eyes controlled me.
But I did shut my eyes
And opened my mind.

My errors based in thought,
These tremors raised a lot
Of curiosity.
What came next would
Far exceed my imaginations.

When I opened my eyes again
Post hardly two moments.
Evolution had personified,
And she stood in front of me
In myriad forms of celluloid.

Your eyes are twin black holes,
Two separate entrances
To a brave new space.
Oblivious to mankind
But now known to me and my fixations.

Each of your expressions,
Wander down my nerves and stay.
This is how you affect me,
I can’t possibly exhale you.
I’d die of the vacuum.

Pardon my courage,
To explain you and your presence.
I’ve seen more than I should.
I don’t know whether laws exist
Between a mortal and an immortal.

O muse of muses, allow this mortal
To raise his bowed head and keep looking at you.

 

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The universe is spherical,
To so notice, I’m hysterical.
How could I see the vast,
I’m just a part of?
No theories of uncertainty here.
I’m certain; I’ve stood outside this sphere.
How could I see my reflection in the whole,
I’m just a mere part of?
Science is guesswork and arbitrary
But mine isn’t a dream, a lie or a story.
Why didn’t my eyes
just unbelieve and close
and return me to the whole
I’m just a part of?

Did my intellect demand this quantum leap?
When I stared into blinking universes that felt so steep
And I never believed in the motion of stars,
But maybe, just maybe, it now exists,
Because you said so.