This creature of the earth
Sleep-talks to himself
Nobody has heard him.
As the temple bells ring
The earth burns slowly
And goes up in swirls of smoke
These lights hurt him
But the smoke does not.
It is just like then
Of comforting mother-softness
Of all-around emerald aqua.
His limbs do not move.
Nor do his eyes see.
At the tunnel’s beginning
It is like what it was
When [...]
Archive for December, 2004
23 Dec
Sleep
18 Dec
Broken images
At eleven, beauty captured, I return
Consciousness streams in, with broken images
A motorcyclist touches the fringe of my existence
The Lord of the Universe secured my sanity
Images of wooden Gods, of a jungle neem tree
Interspersed with celebrations of celestial love
The theme remained of beauty in sandstone
Of its golden brown hues against the blue sky
Of a yellowed middleman [...]
15 Dec
The skull-pot
I sit here on the precipice
With my feet dangling
In the dark abyss of time
On the far-line I espy
A pile of neatly stacked skulls
Of large circular eyes
With the mountain air
Hissing through them.
You see other skulls had thoughts
When their holes were eyes,
That wished no brains in them.
What did the old man think,
When lying on a string cot,
He [...]
13 Dec
Failures
These fearsome phantoms
Knock at my midnights
Consciousness flows by
And embedded in time,
I stand on its banks
Like a giant banyan
With an immobile future
Then the first scent
Of the mango blossoms
Whispers in my blood
The orange winter sun
Crawls out of the coconut frond
The sky above my house
Turns saffron and then white
Soon I give up guessing
Where the roof ended
And the white [...]
