Shivering strokesexposed to the coldmystery sky
holds no clue
canvas stretched
in search of answers
shivering strokes
could it be the cold?

searching for answers
that solves me and my self
I search my art
a poetic ex-pression of me
it is me and my soul
and my relationship with time
I search in my creations
an alter ego of mine

And then a thought
is shivering strokes a clue?
to those answers for me
that i want this moment for me
my search isnt complete
if i am so very conditioned
assuming shivering, a negativity
assigning negativity to obscure reality

And then it is
shivering strokes a clue
to those answers for me
that presents this moment for me
my search is complete
for this moment at the least
And then i wait
for the moments that follow

    Blank page        thoughts dry  
    but desperate
    to write
    dreams aplenty
    welled in eyes
    heart heavy
    shared, alright 

    candles lit
    just to light
    the table
    and just the face
    meeting her
    after a long time
    let me not light
    the haunted present of mine
    darkness everywhere
    except the candle light
    her face so clear
    and so is mine
    laughter and fun
    words of delight
    i am happy
    i fake my life
   
    i fake my life
    so she is happy
    she shouldnt feel responsible
    responsibility is crime
   
    she was happy
    she was fine
    she loved her life
    better than even fine
    I was happy
    I felt fine
   
    I felt fine
    as she is happy
    i did it right
    with the candle light
    it did hide
    the darkness of my life

    we both parted
    I walked away alright
    again into the darkness
    the real present of mine
    Oh now i wonder
    it was darkness
   
    it was darkness
    even on her side
    and now it fits
    her eyes just as mine
    dreams aplenty
    welled in her eyes
    and her happiness
    oh she acted fine
    i once assumed responsibility
    it shall always be mine  
    with this thought
    my love never declines  

Note: I wrote this immediately after watching Raincoat. So, Inspired by Raincoat.

Walk in the woods,
A one way path
only for the feets
cradled by the trees
ends in the trees
starts from nowhere
ends nowhere

lots of leaves down
few still hanging though
“is it today?or is it tomorrow?
oh what the heck let me go
i will dance my way down”,
i hear the leaves sway

a dance in the air
leaves leaving their home
they are colored
they are brown
but they are excited
as they dance their way
all the way down

i can hear the birds
the breeze smells fresh
dusk dawned new-born
a perfect stage set

sky is the screen
assumes mystery all over
what is next my mind jumps
tongue-tied amidst play
so gracious and so subtly laid

    It is inside my head
A smoke filled dark room
smells of weed and cheap liquor
old and damp, messy
brain dances to nerve impulses
Oh it is wierd
there are few sperms dancing too
Oh No they are amoeba’s
my head is a dance floor
complete trance
not making sense
i try to…but i fail
did my eye turn inwards?
i cant see
sporofic spasms ejaculated
what is it?
slow, mysteriously distinctively slow
death…charming death
i can feel it
it is like that angel
Oh No, it is the same angel
dressed in black
skin color black
wings in black
from those black clouds
landing on me
embracing me
i can feel it
I love black
I love this angel
it is mystery
she is mystery
I love mystery
for it is not light
youth brewed on me
high on head
not level but good
a sense of floating
A tunnel with no end
it just sucked me in
i see light
from this dark inside
but i like this dark
i am not judged here
i am not criticised
i am naked
and i am not bothered
i am open
and i dont hold back
from this dark
i do see the light
but i like it here
i shall stand here
And i shall not move.

Stark reality
scenes stand still
dripping blood hanging
a blood drop suspended
freedom, anonymity
shrugging and evasion futile
unfolded terror victory
fear a little;fingers shivering
drowning feeling, destiny
closed eyelids screening
daisy chain deaths
in its horrific entireity
low fidelity high
whispers life to death
This is a never ending story

    Mind so brittle   
    it is full of soul
    viewing through the salty waters
    tears welled in the eyes
    I listen to the music
    As i stare at my life

    It is the music of life
    tuned to its perfection
    lots of situations
    wealth of experiance
    hearts of desires
    desires heart
    in search of identity
    in sheer anonymity
    to break the shackles
    burnt down the bonds
    painting identity
    listening to the heart
    heart desires
    desires of heart

    fusioned feelings
    emotions conglomerate
    i plead insanity
    in exchange to solitary
    i paint melancholy
    for its sheer positivity

    I listen to this music
    this music called life
   

    Walking all the dreams
    One by One
    Idyllic and Imposing
    you pull away the blanket
    fresh and all-ready
    to face the day
    and to meet your dreams
    a new day today
   
    Soothing dews
    white angel mist
    early dawn green dense trees
    chillness so fresh
    perfectly coloured early morning
    you drown yourself
    in a masterfully painted canvas
    nature as a melody
    all in good notes

    As the day gets old
    work a day officedom
    the race for search
    honesty and integrity
    socially compelled intensity
    day wears a colour
    colour so intensified
    day moves along
    just to lose its colour

    More the day gets old
    evening before dusk
    stage to reflect
    thoughts of thoughts
    lots of may be’s
    lots of if’s and but’s
    evening colour interesting
    earthy brown fertile colour
    a perfect colour setting
    all ready for the beautiful angel
    angel called the dusk

    All the love in the World
    takes its meaning from dusk
    the sky a mystery
    the sea a destiny
    the wind so free
    heaven absolutely
    all lights switched on   
    the stage for the souls
    talking and singing and dancing
    the stage for the spirits
    adding colour to the colour
    ethereal colour of dusk

    Beauty of the day
    just to extend into a night
    with all its depth and suspense
    night is an erudite statement
    a stroke of an expert
    after dark it is just dark
    but encapsulates the whole day

    All elements so alone
    All elements so unique
    All elements with identity
    not to forgets its individuality
    they are all different but yet one
    dawn to dusk and the night
    All elements with all this individuality
    so different and so one
    coexist to make the stage
    a stage worthy to dream
    a stage worthy to stage
    a stage worthy to desire
    a stage worthy to live for
    a stage worthy to die for

“Ladies and Gentlemen!!!”
“Time! Welcome Time!!”
Take a bite of it
or just let it erode
but taking a bite of it
Time is yours,it becomes a part of you
letting it erode
nope, it isnt yours,it never becomes yours
“Ladies and Gentlemen!!!”
“Time! Welcome Time!!”

   
    somewhere amidst the jungle trees       
    up you look it is just the leaves
    all around you is dark dense breeze
    time is when the night sleeps over the eve
    indistinguisably unintelligible sounds of nature
    birds chiping, dew falling, wild animals moving
    the most soothing speech of mother nature
    sleeping in the lap and staring in the distant
    feeling those dark images of animals moving
    drinking water from the flowing river
   
    dont look away, dont look away. dont

    Just as when the world is a stage of trance
    sounds of steps stampeding over the dry leaves
    a fully grown man running for his complete life
    screaming to the skies. his voice tearing the night
    several other men with rusted sharp weapons
    chasing him, to butcher him ,to tear him apart
    shadows over shadows somewhere in the dark
    they were cutting him to pieces in the very same place

    The same place which in the next morning…

    is just the stage for greenish yellow leaves
    dancing so delicate to the breeze so clear
    all around a bountiful blessing of nature
    of the sun and of the just woken flowers
    birds still chirping and the breeze still comforting
    mother nature very much alive for the one alive

    Then the beheaded body frozen in cold…

    who are we? Just who are we?
    death is a dark shadow alright
    a dark shadow that is a permanent possibility
    not just permanent possibility but certain reality
    every inch of us afraid of this shadow
    day in and day out running away from it
    is this the only way we know to face this death
    face this death eye to eye and still run away
    who are we? Just WHO ARE WE?

        Distant horizon   
    Bluish jewel
    shades of night
    all over the dusk
   
    best couples alive
    sea and the sky
    hand in hand
    no point of seperation

    Vast beauty the sea
    immensely deep and absolutely calm
    So creative the sky
    with clouds it paints

    sun is the colour
    and so is the moon
    day and night
    dawn and dusk
    sky paints for the sea
    sea dances for the sky
   
    So the story goes
    the love story
    of sea and the sky
    sea absolutely impressed
    sky extremely triumphant
    they hug each other
    far a way in the horizon

    jealous wind     
    (blindly) in love with the sea
    pushing the sea
    away from the sky
    creating ripples
    causing waves
  
     screaming sea
     waves its mouth
     reaches the land
    just to get back
    gets back to the sky
    the wind still tries
    but the sea remains
    far away in the horizon (kissing the sky)