anonymous

Vulcan and the grease of an elevator

the constitution of and people charter (chatter)
oft on and a few many chapters

The birds the bees
and many breakfasts later

bricks, kiln and barter
the wise, the vazir and hereafter

The dream, the drown , the danseuse
the clown, the frown , the hipster

Oft on and a few many chapters

The medium, the muse, the master
the fleet, the flight, the faster

Oft on and a few many chapters

The power, the poet, the pauper

After oft and oft after
the scheme, the scam and the scamster

Mullah and Moon birth.

The tendrils of the moon were sprawling in the womb of the midnight firmament almost drowning into the glistening ocean.
The even tide was a subtle lullaby and a crest and fall were its resonance.
The North Star was an ornament that glistened and embellished the darkness that was the eternity of the night. All of the night was an amphitheatre. The theatricals were significant and the stars were symmetry.
The moon was a blossoming fragrance in the air. Dispersed and soaking in all of its aplomb.
The hollow trees were a mesmerizing tune and the flowers were overwhelming to the senses. A soothing chill tumbled in with the breeze. Like a playful child that was half curiosity and big eyes and the other half was devotion.
Why does moon rise take so long?

Do you know?

I spend a lot of time remembering you.Its a vanity I pleasure myself with.
Especially the monsoon nights that follow long evenings of staring at clouds pass by.As the sun sets into deep red and fades into darkness and light pollution.
The torrid rain reminds me of heartbeats and tin roofs and the creaky bed.Also I can't help wondering about that musky odor of toothpaste and cigarettes washed in the sweat of all the man that you are.Of red and sunsets and secret whistles.The way you scratched the ear of a dog.Your stubby fingers and the contours of my waist.The scents of your old shirts in my cupboard have faded.And I'm left with imagination and loss.
The twilight during which I'd shiver into your arms and warm myself on your hide.I remember now when I shudder with a numbing nothingness.
I'd like to punctuate efficiently but what is the use of grammar when my sentences fall apart before they can be constructed.I wrote poems to impress your childish inquisitiveness.But also to elevate myself to be worthy of the artist that I worshipped in you.
You taught and I now have learned.Then, I was fascinated.I was like a soldier in his first war.New to the battleground.
Now I'm weary and like a lost war hero trying to find his way home.
I would go on but that would make me feel pathetic and I'd have said it all.That isn't me is it?
I'd say I'm quite a sadist.I always want what I can't have.Or what will never exist.Now more than ever.
The stars and galaxies will multiply.Astronomers will be envied.The sun will fucking shine.
I must walk on.
I'm just really scared.

Pithetic Epigrams

~ The words are like war.They stop at every instance so that they can charge back again.

~ Come find me at dawn in a bathroom song.

~ I'm not your rainy day in summer or your coin that will be exchanged. I'm thunder in a cave and a headache.

~ And it is not in confidence but in humility that I say I'm eternity.

~ I'm cheating on you with my imagination and that's why it works fine.

~ You don't have to give up your war for me but can I be your peace?

~ The sky is a mercenary and we are just waiting to be martyrs. Love is for lucky people. The rest of us stare at the clouds.

~ I've spent most days trying to love the river that just flows on by.

~ Life is a mating butterfly and everything in between is venus and sometimes its a fly trap.

~ TAKE ME AS YOUR RULER AND I WILL NOT ERASE YOU! (stationery lovers,ahoy!)

~ I'm a barnacle of the sea, you are a soaring bird, we shall never meet.

~ Let us reverse everything then I'd genuinely wear my heart on my sleeve.

~ There is a pertinent rendezvous in waiting for you to never happen.

~ It would be ironic if something dawned upon you at sunset.

~ Life would be better with less politics and more poetry.

~ Men are selfish, women are greedy. That's why they disagree.

~ I want to be that skip in a prelude while fingers and keys meet. A cool summer day and unwritten poetry.

~ Youth is a cruel master and a stockholm syndrome. The vain pride and the rest survive.

~ Dark chocolate is like that romance you never had.

~ Tragedies are made of every woman thinking she can change a man and a man thinking he can't be changed.

~ I wan't romance, but romance doesn't want me.

~ The leaves are trembling into the zephyr and the firmament is a whisper of its fall.

~ It amuses me that being a listener oft results in never being listened to.

~ When there are too many options, choice doesn't matter.Because then you are choosing from options.

~ And where the horizon meets the ocean,we can find a sunset kiss.

come home.

Its evening and the branches are bare.
The fallen leaves tremble
the zephyr carries the winged bird home to its nest.
Fly my child,fly it says.

Romeo and Juliet.

Romeo was 'a roam
and Juliet was love's debt
they were a sad story
defeat and death.

I dust my old grandfather clock
and see pendulum talk to me
its swinging back and forth
and it is physics and history

I look forward and notice photographs
I see happy days gone by fast

I see rose wood and teak chairs
and rock, does my mind
as I rest.

her.

Because words are all evil and uncouth. Now there is a waterfall and waves across her forehead. Her gaze is like a rocket in a starless night sky. Cascading tresses and waterworks in her eyes.

There was a mighty serpent in her throat and the twitch of her nose was a warm embrace. The table around her was in need of cleaning. The clutter was in her head. The rocking chair was a lullaby. The empty wine bottles were half past midnight and like faithful ardor.

Her tea was chamomile, gaping pride. Healing the inner sanctum sanctorum. There were rose petals for a bed and sleep was in the mind.

The drapes were half drawn and the moon light shone through it.

She was paradise.

v__-

and as I peeled your laughter from
the canvas of my mind
I saw and gathered its tiny shavings

aquamarine was the onset of thy gait
like a wave washes the shore

purple was lingering resonance
of your sly peek

blue was the enormity of the sky
like dreams of being in your arms.

ocher and veridian were lonely sunsets
and melancholy like a bleeding violin


red was devotion

ocean' the depths of the ocean

indigo was the pregnant rainy sky
that burst clouds
on warm wet mud
oh how crazy
drive,dive.

put in you after every word
and this is but a lie
without you
with or without you.
i am.

Meaning?

what immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful symmetry.

this is my favoritest poem in the world.
I read it every time I am down and out.
It helps me re-build.
After all its always about strong foundations;