The breakfast is happeningOther things are happeningAt other times and places. There was this humThat happened all the time.A yellow flower popped outFrom behind my earsA syrupy sweetness Pervaded my situationA waiting, a painless hangingThe layers of the worldPiled one on the otherI mutated and became itOf unrecognizable species.Things keep happeningAll the time, all the [...]
Archive for February, 2005
24 Feb
The woman
Her shoulders wildly swungTo the left and the rightHer body surged aheadIn the crowds ,above themLife-force thinly transparent,She emitted diode-raysFeeling , thinking, makingShe occupied all our spacesIncluding our epithelial cells.
23 Feb
Breeze
I thought in wordsA certain breezeBlew in my beingI looked at the banyanIts shadows playedWith yesterday’s leavesThe words were leavesMy shadows played with.
17 Feb
Ashes
Then the drama continuedThe words were spokenFrom the guttural depthsOf a middleman’s throatAnd washed by dropsOf sanctified waterThe pursuit of silverWent on in the watersWith sonorous wordsChasing multitudes ofLife-death shadowsThe waters flowed silentlyOver the rocks nurturing lifeAnd its golden-brown ashes.
14 Feb
Beauty-tokens
It had happened too quicklyAs though it needed to happenExperience then sat on my browI remember the first cataclysmWhen it had fortuitously happenedIn the green sea of nothingnessWhen there were no wordsThere was all-around green fluidMy breathing was slow and rhythmicMy reaching out was tentativeNow again it is spasmodic, yellingI want to reach out, my [...]
10 Feb
Smoke
Beyond the grey hills
Thick white smoke
Rose in a column .
From my vantage
My glass eyes saw
Veiled habitations
Heard voices rising
In musical supplication
Drum-beats quickened
Existence went up in smoke.
5 Feb
Rhythm
The voice flows
Like clear water
Some times flowing
In thin trickles
Amid boulders
Made for it
And dying for it
Making music.
You want to make
Music of the spheres
Right here, in the way
The body crouched,
Amid polygonal shapes
Amoeba-like
And free flowing
Where is the rhythm ?
4 Feb
Be
The flowers spoke nothing
They waited patiently
For indifferent lovers.
Their rainbow colours
Briefly touched
The edge of the sky.
Their existence, however real,
Was close-ended
Being trapped in the sun.
Drinking moon-beams
As birds in the higher zones do
They want to be .
