Freedom.......

It was blurring, faded, murky, so pure, so clear, Cathartic;

Drop by drop, bled to liberation, smiling, fulfilled;

Staring into the void, void stared back, entrenched, flickering eyes, fixed, glaring, dimming…….

Just a stroke of freedom, a tingle, a pinch, so thought, so sought, smiling, fulfilled;

That philandering emancipation, look--- there’s the play, there’s the cry, there’s the sleep……here’s the sleep…….

Loud peace, screaming calm, all sailing by, at light speed, chasing, calling, pulling, slowly, so fast, thrilling, smiling, fulfilling……….

On a rock, breathing east, tasting nascent cosmos, an arc, a circle, rejuvenation, a beginning, of a death, slowly, smiling, fulfilling………

The grin, the sweat, the entangled arms, the thinning breath, heavy, sedated, inanimate, pure, the sound of inhaled life and exhaled pride, friction, anima……..

Floating, furthering, blurring, painless, divine, dreaming axioms, cataleptic, soaring in the sky within……

Smell of glory, smell of life, smell of blood, fresh, happy, obnoxious, enriching, death, so sweet, so desirable, smiling, fulfilling…………

Auctioned, to the mundane, lost, betrothed, to demise, uplifting, smiling, fulfilling……

Lust of life ceasing in the orgasm of death, drop by drop, bled to liberation, clipped wrist, severed prophesy, broken dilemma, undying, resilient, unrelenting, Freedom………… 

Words

Cry, and smile, how different could that be.....Just two words, but a heart, soaked, and numb, a heart, like a child, in its un-rocked cradle, like love, without a soul to bear.......Like I without your palm wiping that drop of tear......Like my life without your eyes so clear........Cry and Smile, just two words, nothing but thoughts so few, mere misery like a night without You......

Some other day, some other dawn, eluding the swan's song, would heed you, in the day so new, with qualms so few, with the divine dew, life in my inanimate heart you brew, sewing thoughts of this hour, some smiles were glittering, some were sour......This hour, dark and cold, but with hope so old, enlighten the enticing night, with perhaps a befitting day so bright....................

 

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The White Cascade

Let me sprinkle some colours......And perhaps a soul, and a smile, or may be a just a mile, of a talk with a walk, staring into the evening's lock, then, may be the white won't weep, some tunes to your eyes your lips might sweep........Then may be, I can fly, into my death satiated I lie........I drown, I frown, at the colourless crown, into the abyss of the heaven my broken life strown......But the white dies away, they grays are few, the pastels dimly sway, and the vibrancy is new.............

Your Glory

To the day we go, but the day's so slow, I feel the blood not rush no
more, I feel the breath within me furor, still I tread and still I
walk, the moments of bliss I stalk, and still I remain void and devoid,
and still your glory I cannot avoid..............

The myriad me, in myriad ways, and myriad words, in myriads lays......To stay, to sway, to the new glory, to my past allay........

During Those Days

Part 1
It was nothing more than a glimpse, a transient sight of effervescent
thoughts beaming through my manic mind....Nothing more than a human, flesh, skin, breath, an unanswered phenomenon of nothing but meager existence....
For lower beings it was just amongst days........
During our days of infancy........

Part 2
Belief settled within, the Titan is within reach, I just need a cosmic voice, a voice of abjuration, a voice of entreaty.......I lifted my head and spoke....I was heard, I was held, I was bolstered, I was blessed.....
During our days of amity......

Part 3
Autumn was never this gray, winters were never this indigo....Divorced was not
one life from me but all, remnants of passage of past was a mere illusion....The drift was strong, unrelenting, and enticing, the maelstrom was deep, gnawing onto the greater sthenia, but so fulfilling......
During our days of contrivance.......

Part 4
Glimmering eyes once caught my sleep, and in the wake of slumber, or in the slumber of my rise, harbouring vigour, palpitation, of a second heart, a violent heart, not my heart, a belligerent heart, but a familiar heart, a desirable heart, a sedating heart, and no more had I a heart.....Did you feel the void, of satiation, of sufficiency, of prosperity, of the abstract gluttony......
During our days of amour......

Part 5
I could feel the breath, the bare, the friction, the tussle, the lustre, skimming over me, and my inanimate vision, staring into the depths of divine enchantment, holy debauchery, the sweat, the sigh, the heave, and draught, the simper......
During our days of dalliance.........

Part 6
Eden stays, vision blurs, night falls, tears drop, blood's shed, beam is lost, not forever, but not for never, it peeks, sneers, giggles, pinches, stabs, kills, but perishes, to rejuvenate.......
During our days of fray........

Part 7
Amour impels, lingers, surges, mellows, tides, ebbs......Pain but simmers, tribulation but ambushes, despots but arise, melancholy doesn't surpise, vehemence but embraces, fate but cheats, amok they run, feud thus flows, affliction thus pervades, disbelief thus settles, acrimony thus brews.....
During our days of persecution........

Part 8
They said the light supercedes, that truth succeeds, that the smile wins, that the holy reign......False were thee to thy self......And marooned me to my own misery, to my own decay, left to rot under the heap of myriad fates that I hallucinated.....Pieces fell to disseminate, and to be lost forever...
During our days of schism.......

Part 9
Tried with inadequacy, tried with failure in my womb, but you were like a mirage, a holy hell of my peace, a repertoire of my bliss, all lost, all remembered, all seen but within darkness of my convolutions.....
During my days of reminiscence.......

Part 10
I shall break it, annihilate it, obliterate it, I must, I must, I cannot, I shall not, I must, I cry, I plead, I cannot die.....
During my days of coerced Lethe.......

Part 11
Thou shan't breathe, thou shan't feed, thou shan't live.....I bear want of thy demise, of thy red, of thine death......
During my days of abhorrence.....

Part 12
Where has the hour gone, I fleetingly remember of divinity, of my gleaming anima, of life, of you......Has this all been a dream, a moment of complexities of my tyrannical mind.....I do not recall, but I do remember.......Remembrance never stays, but memories do, with me, within me, without me, without you, for you, of you......But there is not you, would never be you...But there would be a story, a told, but unheard story, of course, history......
During my days of nostalgia.......

Part 13
She is there, yonder, further, yonder....lest I die, to find in thy, heart
some sorrow, a heart so narrow......
She is there, a story, she is, my History.......

Reprisal Of Fate......

Running wild in the eternal Eden of my desires, I felt like an angel;

But who knew, what was ahead of me, gallivanting I stepped on a thorn;

I knew fate had ambushed me again;

A blind man can see motley coloured joy in his dreams;

But it is the hollow of darkness when he opens his eyes;

The howling wolves call the moon and cry, may be they cannot reach the heavens;

A child stretches its arms to gather stars but fails;

I was like the blind man, the wolves, the child;

I reached out to you, with my arms holding my heart in one and my life in the other;

I tried to hide them in the graceful night of your locks;

But like an ominous night, I lost soul in its darkness;

The twinkle in your eyes were like the lights of God's adobe;

But now I know, they were my shattering dreams;

I saw the reflection of a beautiful life in your eyes;

But who knew that they were the reflections of my broken heart;

I wanted a gift of love from you;

You obliged me with a prettier gift;

The gift of reality, the reality of truth, the truth of pain.........

Surviving Me

Surviving myself was the hardest task yet. I was on a juncture where I abhorred myself, nonetheless I loved being with me, I couldn't kill me, but living with me was a pain......
For a moment I thought, I was my wife out of an arranged marriage, demanding, non-compliant, and never sufficient. Yet I was always there for me. I truly loved me, but sometimes I was too hard to handle for me.......

The Human Almighty

Unrehearsed I stand here, holding out to the gale;


Bewildered by every little streak of light in the cosmos;


Like a child, I am perturbed, intimidated, afraid;


Mouthing prayers, chanting hymns, calling strength, to see me through
this predicament;


I gape at the sky, with my arms stretched, attempting to usurp that minuscule share of fortune;


I fail, my resilience crumbles, my perseverence schisms, my will cleaves,
my soul dies, my life ceases;


But end eludes me;


Far into the womb of the horizon is see wings of gold, the garb of Archeus; 


I feel the breath of Clover, and the eyes of Utopia;


They embrace my capsizing anima, and fly me high to the Pantheon of 
Prometheus;


I ask myself, is this what immortality really is, in the shape of a divinity embodied within a throbbing bosom ;


I feel a soft voice ushering silence into my anarchic mind, trance
into my inclement heart, quietude into my dystopian soul;


I close my eyes, ignore the pain, ignore the smoke, ignore the bereavement, and stare along into the abyss of my desires;


I see and see nothing more, than you, your halo of love shining bright, your ambrosial smile purging my decadence;


You are consummate, you are the axiom, you are my verve......

The Inanimate One.....

He lay there on the floor---Motionless;
Center of attraction for many;
People discussed why he lay there;
Their faces were very grotesque, worried and relieved;
Hypocrisy shone brightly like a halo;
My prying eyes caught their vigorous labour to conceal their feelings;
But what about him who lay motionless, with inordinate peace somewhere in the remains of his inanimate heart;
The verbosity of his countenance amidst the grim silence of his breaths;
Melancholy was abrogated---Enigmatic piety---Proximity to heaven I reckon;
A little later all the ones with souls left, as if exonerated from an eternal persecution;
I noticed an uncanny pragmatism in his expressions---lifeless expressions---belittling my living ones;
The walls of the room felt like a self-incarcerating shell;
This feeling was so mesmerizing, once aesthetic, once choking;
I felt like renouncing the mundane;
But it was then I saw the radiance of life;
I rose to me feet, and from there it felt like an ethereal blade has sliced my heart and purged all the debauchery, felt Cathartic;
His face, seemed like smiling at me;
I witnessed the end of a prodigious journey called life;
The end was overwhelming;
Another one got killed that day, the egotist within;
That moment, I did not believe in Him, but in him;
It placated my apathy;
I stepped out into the glory of the Sun;
And in a sudden stroke of fate everything became so usual;
It was a death, just another death;
And there lay another inanimate one, just another one.........