Some Paintings

SECRET YEARNINGS

Nothing happens without her knowledge
She knows everything about me
Yet now when I need her the most
She is not around.
I need her to see me as I am,
Needy, greedy and base
Lacking all qualities of human solace
I seek refuge in only her embrace
Oh how I wish she were here now,
To be by my side, In my loving face.

Tosham

AN END TO TRAGEDY

I refuse to believe even for a second
How pointless it all seems
I refuse to believe even in the light of day

I refuse to see, even for a second
How pointless it all seems
I refuse even in the light of day.

How many hunger for satisfaction
And how many achieve it
How many times does the bell toll
In your ear, whispering sweet nothings

How does it happen that I fall from grace
And don't see how I pick up.
How does it happen that my dark side
Is always kept from me.

Another young one died in the streets tonight,
Somewhere, Somehow, We feed enough to eat.
Life comes full circle whether you like it or not,
It happens on its own, again and again.

Impatience

An ivory league of gentlemen
Knocking at my door
Forcing me to change the way I see

A base feeling of helplessness
A face in the crowd
A vision of freedom : resting,
Freely on a bed.

All these moments take too long
To pass
Me and my beloved must be united,
Now.

Present- 3:23 P.M. 19-4-12

Bitter
Cough
Smell

Powder-
Sweat
Nose, nail.

The smell of a cigarette on my fingers
An itching on my scalp
Sweat under my feet
Air on my body.

Struggle, Hunger, Panic.

So tired and exhausted,
How much I cannot tell,
I fall on my bed and hope
For a bite to eat.

My strength fails me
Yet again, to accomplish
The impossible.

I cannot attend,
Therefore I lie tired
Looking for a jet of fresh air
Through my burning blood.

These states of mine
I cannot tell,
From which came the first.
A simple matter of finding accomplishment.

The energy in my legs,
pound against the walls
Fighting to break free,
Of this struggle
That has seemed to become, me.

Bitterness

Bitter drops of almonds
Fall like tear drops from the sky.
The night is lit with warriors, agape
For what goes on here is beyond their wildest dreams
Raining chocolate filigree figures
A bitter storm arises,
Spreads like poison through its veins
The form undecided.
A rain cloud shatters above the battlefield
Drenching all those who stand.
The Bitterness washed away by a simple tear drop from the sky.

Not yet, not yet, is the word spoken in hushed intervals.
The bitterness remains by the side of the poison
And continues till they die.

Earning my right.

The couplet must be beautiful. It should not be like diary entries taken from a notebook. It should be like a sacred text and a holy tomb. It should have a concept of god.
(It should be placed far away so that it does not get hurt) the couplet should be amazing. The couplets should not borrow words from outside, but the couplet can break the cycle.
The couplet should be just pure poetry flowing through your veins. The couplet should come from a place of truth. The couplet should not bite others. The couplet should be soft and mellow to hear. It should not be harsh. The couplet should have a sense of style.
The couplet should be published daily and be read by everyone daily.
complete forgiveness comes only when the couplets are fully written.
The couplet should be popular at all costs. The couplet should ring a bell in everyone's ear.
(The couplet should be published)

couplets 1

If you follow where we are going
Then you will know where we are going

If you think where we are going
Then you will know where we are going

If you keep going upwards
you'll never know where you are going

If you keep going downwards
You'll never know how we got there

We've got to come together now,
It's been too many years

This bondage of you and I
Has suffered immensely.

The bondage must be free
And not broken in words

The bondage must have words
A freedom to fight for.

The bondage must have tonic
For failure of suffering.

Suffering is necessary
For where we are going.

The Sun

A word, a pain,
A moment of despair;
Laughable.

Pent up frustrations
Emerging to the surface.
Love locked in deepest agony

Peace blows its white horn
And a silence grips the land.

Berry red, Ivory towers
Longing for the last embrace
of the sun.
Summaries of miseries,

The peasants summarize
And till the land till their backs break
Longing for the last embrace
Of the dying sun.

A bird is all that remains
Of a cry that was heard
In the Beginning.

A ball of white,
emerging from within
To soak all
In its loving embrace.

Passion

Love burns in my heart
For the eternally beloved,
Fatigue overcomes me
From the passion inside,
Night calls its dark spiders
To draw me away into its chamber.
I sit and sulk heavily
For the moment to be accomplished.
Today.

Nothing tastes as good
As silver
Steel against my skin,
Set against my teeth
This taste of sulphur,
Mere accomplishment will not do
For the flame under my heart,
A father figure calls me
And I yearn for his embrace.

Existence

Torment, torment, murder
Life goes on in spirals.
Beady eyed doctors
Feeding on their patients.
Finding a cure for humanity
Where nothing justifies existence.

Bitter burns of despair
Locked away in eternal torment,
Trying to find an answer
To the great eternal creator.

Pastime

Sleep overtakes me
into the realm of the abyss.
Murder fills my soul
for the torment of this moment.
Fear grips my heart
for the sake of abandonment,
Nothing to do but wait for
These seconds to pass.

Leisure

The prelude to the beginning of time
A smell of sulphur on your lips
bated breath on your fingertips
life is lingering on in circles
Time bends to its wills.

Devoid

When one day falls
And another begins
There is an interim
When all else fails

Continuation of the circle
Is not possible; and yet
words fall short of the mark

Begin anew yet again,
Find another source to the beginning
When one day falls, another begins

The Dogs

There is a time when time stands still
And sleeping hordes awaken
To let slip the dogs of war

There is a place where all suicide is pardoned
An eye that all sees
A vision that all unites
To let slip the dogs of war

Do not illusion the time
by cowering with weak parishes
Do not pretend you don't know
The unity within diversity

Do not forgive the unforgivable
And pardon any mistakes
Onward till the goal is reached
Armor, sharpen, and rearing to go.

Resurrection

A lone leaf falls on the river below
A Mynah bird sings praising the dawn
Life clutters in dismal agony
Stifling the last sentence of a song

Birds in a nest shift together unnecessarily
Bringing with it new beams of resurrection

Love is.

Love is a string that cannot be broken
It is a mirth which cannot be quenched
Your love, my love, our love, together
Love is greater than all of us together

Love is a quality that makes you dream
Of stars and stripes and all the supposed glory
when in the end love shows itself naked
in all its glory, you but bend down in shame.

Love is a god that cannot be separated,
from the source, of all true love,
of truth, glory and seeds to be sown.
Love is a seed that cannot be sown.

Myth, Reality.

For so many years
We have been trying to prove
the myth, reality.

now when we realize
We see the badge
Pinned to our chest

The reality lies far,
The myth close-
Everything torn asunder

Beginning to lose.