Millions of sounds parading through the mind lobby screaming to be heard and stretching them out of the shut vault believed that everything was just all right, I breathed in the manner I always did, nothing was abnormal.
Allz Well

A paradoxical moment with a catastrophic lining

Did it look like my silver moon brimming?

A walk by the brook, with miles ahead

Residue of the past with an altered self

Gush of venom at the feet of the lion

Dreamy eyes at the healer’s refuge

Soothed forever…

At the feet of the merlion

The scarlet floor stared back with a mocking gaze…

The creation breathed its last…

The residue- an inanimate mass

The beat deaf, the pulses frozen

A perfect murder....

Patterned thoughts and rhythmic paths stride their way to the mental asylum..

I tried to look out of the cob webbed window just to see the crooked smile of the adulterated few

In the mirror like image of those, was the one whom they called “the better off”

Crowned, robed with a pointer in his hand and the corporate anthem running in the background

He tightened his sleeve, as crisp and white as it could be, tried to hide all that was black around

The word mazes, the small grid lines, as small as they could have been, set a checkered outline

No leakages of thoughts were allowed as they packed themselves in the well defined boundaries

The Dunhill smoke, the plasma, the light from the projector…all set…set to kill!!!

Mind fucked POB…

I remember our unison amidst the distorted visions…

But still a complete portrait that we painted together What they call “picture perfect”

The picture in which I laughed And you chuckled beside me as I threw my head behind With self proclaimed vanity.

Like the sea princess did I come to you ...

As you shyly expressed your desire to taste the salt on me…

And we swirled in the vortex of passion….as we dived again and again in each other.

We discovered what lay within our skins … Something that breathed and loved… What they call “divine”…

While you covered me with the sand with your artistic but strong fingers…

Did you pick up the brush and painted me rainbow…. And we both lay beside each other….one with the sand Gazing at the stars…still searching our Andromeda galaxy…..

In remembrance of the portrait we painted together…

The bohemian mind took a leap to find itself amidst the deep blue oceanic turbulence of self. The aroma of the freshly crushed chicory along with the cocoa beans filled the lungs with a surreal context. Mind raced against the dimension of time trying to break all the Meta physical concepts and take refuge in the arms of a nymphet.

This masturbation of thoughts often yields nothing productive, on contrary leaves behind a residue, pragmatically called as “deep shit”. In the era of “economic slowdown” a must know terminology or an in vogue terminology, I fail to figure out what actually is losing pace. A slowdown of the racing thoughts can effectively bring about a peak in the graph of human deterring factors.

The fluctuations seem to be worse than the ham radio I was planning to make. Have I crossed the sanity perimeter to take a peep at the fantastic, maddening, illusionary world of non metallic concurrence? Or the symphonic cubicles sway to the robotic composition of shackles created by small chips, and all our minds can be incarcerated to that small chip.

On a dry parched sunny morning
I send you fresh dew from the lips of a sunflower
A great golden sunflower
Illuminating
Taking the soul for a flight

On a winter sky when the fog holds proud
I offer you my fire
My hands chucking in logs
To keep your heart and soul warm

On a stormy cloudy night I celebrate the stability that is you

His reply to me....

After a long time did I speak to him, the drunken sage of mine…

his madness still had a contagious effect on me…

I wondered whether the hippie in me had taken a sabbatical,

I read through his verses which peeled the dead cells…

rejuvenating a whiff of cool breeze on my face which I wondered was stiff or wet with the dew that oozed with every utterance…

The cubicles dimmed in front of me taking the shape of an unicorn ready to take a leap in the rain filled clouds ready to burst with one more drop in it.


I got showered….

Nauseatic minds, exploding brains, lid thoughts….

We created together what they called a zombie…

He planned strategies, and conquered territories

Fences were made, wealth guarded

No thefts as he introduced the impregnable locks…made up of strongest of metals

Freedom was guarded…& so was chaos

A structured, patterned Nation created

His flag hoisted in the non defiant air…..

Thus he was…The King of the Mutant

The stagnant flux shares its identity with the constant of change…

As I look for my reflection in the lunar within…

Distorted magnetic elements sway in a cadence of the divine dance…

Mesmerized by the enigmatic void…

The shriek of silence deafens & the melody takes over…

I want to rest now…rest in your womb

Peace...

The nullified beauty sets an aura of her being...

As her chastity was questioned,

And she rode past clutching her mutilated armour & bleeding chest

She, the invocation of the mute….the tear of the destitute

As she gazed in the zilch of the spatial enigma

The cards of life spoke to the query of the deserved

The foresee whirled as a dervish

I hail….I awaken you

My Zoya...(daughter of Eve)

Clinging to her dried bosom I seek the nectar of being,

as she shirks me to the abyss of flesh and says

Seek no more. Let us trade an eye for an eye & an arm for an arm.

And let me teach you the art of excel.

Let us feed on the dead and let me still teach you to live with poise.

Let me make you mundane and let me maim your hands in receiving.

Let us dry the salt of our eyes & let us plough contempt and yield the spineless.

And still will you be victorious as you... my chosen one....

Mother....

I will be with you….in the lone & dark nights….in your horrors & terrors….in your fears & nightmares.

I will be with you…in your rage & cowardice…in your blasphemes & taboos…in your cheats & disgrace.

I will be with you…in your ego & pride…in your proclaim & vanity...in your desire & lust.

I will be with you…in your slug & dismay…in your mayhem & unrest…in your custody & owned.

I will never leave you….

Me….Your Sin

With darkness as my shroud & silence as my staff...

I paved across to the tomb...

Where my religion breathed its last moments...

Do not make me laugh as you speak about the dead, the dead in me....

We all crouched & bent down to the sermon
As the shaft of eternity touched us…immortality is what I asked

The platter was full now…the alms were given
The degenerated shreds of soul moved in a flux…

A fistful of earth and some threads of woven linen
I had to suffice for the rest of my life…..

Paths turn into dead ends & the living mockery of life ridicules....

As I stand like a lost child ready to re enter the womb.

The beast with the fangs sucks what I call my living force turning me into a crouching spine.

And the parasitical air erodes the soul leaving behind a fossil of raped conscience.

With the tomb of the dead self I walk across passing different men & women hoping to catch a flicker of life.

The mirage continues....

The green gas was now choking my lungs and the heaviness was exploding my head. I saw him one more time; he needed help, as his face went paler. I struggled towards him, he could barely breathe. He tried to raise his head to catch up with some air for his breathe. I managed to drag myself close to him; his eyes flickered when I did so. I could see him clearer now though the sting in my eyes kept my eye watering. The enigma etched on his face made me attracted towards him. The screams of the vehicles seemed to dim as I moved closer. His hood now resting on his shoulders exposed his curls and I had the urge of caressing them. I took his head on my lap, I could see hope in his eyes. The toxin was now rushing through my veins but I wanted him to live. I touched his features as he quivered and was sinking. I had to breathe air in him. I closed my mouth on his and tried to pour life as his mouth responded and tried to suck air. I had a sense of relief as he pulled me closer to him and the noose was around my neck. The throat slit open as the toxin gushed out. He touched my pale lips now…it was time to leave.

Death….
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In the abyss of my mind…the shriek voiced itself to the call of its existential sermon.

The cup of living poured itself on the rejuvenated entity as my elevated self met his lips…..the journey began through the alleys of Meta factual existences.

His luminosity made the skin on me shine as he loved a man and a woman…and we transcended the taboo of flesh.

And I smiled as love looked in my eyes…unbounded…formless…without mass.

As we traveled time…as we traveled life….as we traveled together.

I love you.

Clenched by the enigma, the claws digging deeper in my flesh…I ask you…the master of perfection to voice my unanswered questions…the product of the unsolved maze.
Let us talk…It has been a long time
Or you want to deny and flee to your comforts
Let us speak….about your creation…your puny spine erect, yet crawling beauties… shrouded but yet masterpieces.
Let us speak…about fuck…don’t you know its amazing…and let our eyes meet when we speak….that’s your greatest blessing….
And let us speak about sperms…oh yes… capability of our own creation as we flush it every day in the drain
Let us speak about hymns…and let us walk hand in hand in the dark alleys of the brothel
Let us drink wine and speak about the elixir of life
Let us speak about serene beauty and let us speak about heaving breasts

My prophet….Almitra questions you…do not flee

With darkness as his soul…

he howled to the cry of wilderness

And flaunted his love for his Moon.

The shrieking pain overshadowing the din of life spoke about his raising hell.

Born in the arms of death he whispered...

I want to live…live with you.

It is been long that we met, for I had to take birth.

I was born as a fragment of your imagination quivering in the fossils that you left behind.

You lend me a few of your breathes & a little bit of reflection. Left me with a thirst accompanied by wanderlust. With a promise of salvation did you tell me to leave you.
I gathered your remains, wore your tunic and left your abode.

It was tore at places and the beasts eyed and I stained blood. They touched me as I gained puberty.

My body understood hunger, pleasure, agony. They fed on my skin & I fed on theirs…as the living corpses marched and I was one among the inanimate mob…lost.

The tears flowed as I saw them bleed, the one who smelt like me and had the colour of my skin.
I searched for the lost tunic…here & there to cover me up as I had all the pleasures & pain of a whore giving this flesh to all that belonged here.

The search continues...