Thursday, February 19, 2009

Eyes of a sailor




In early days pirates had masks
To hide their broken eye,
The gift of lost wars that
Camouflage the lights of beingness

Sailors do not mask their eyes
They fathom the ocean with naked eyes,
See the change of colours of wind,
The ebb and flow of waves of sorrows
And the mysterious horizon
A war without weapons
Passion without a lover
Yes, they ought to be naked by their eyes

But why me with a mask now?
Me not a sailor anymore?
A pirate-unwanted?
Or-
Wanted?

The ego flattened, shuddering and shattered
Into countless images
Forms cages in my vision
Now I see in them trenches
Of fury and fears

Fears recollected from my childhood
Where a blind curse awaits me
Invites me into an unknown darkens
To see the unveiled truth,
The histories of ruins,
The broken signifiers of love hate and lust



Why was I chosen?
For the vision of truth that is blinding
Once the sailor asked the geppy fish
How many shades blackness has?
Nothing was said;
But I can say-Black has many shades and shadows
Of agony, death and darkened love

Do not lift up my left patch
Me no more leftist
My vision towards left is dead and gone


You will be frightened, will tremble
When you see this empty trunk behind
The mask, a ship without a mast
Carrying the corpses of dreams
From abandoned shores
Amidst inarticulate voices of darkness

Friday, November 14, 2008

BODHI-Memmories of past in verse


VEIWING THROUGH THIS WINDOW :
A
NEVER OPENED
NEVER CLOSED
RAIL WAY GATE SEEN
WHERE
THE HUMAN LUGGAGE'S
PASSES TO NOWHERE

I ALWAYS ASKED
WHERE ALL THIS LUGGAGE'S MOVES
WHICH SHORE THEY REACH

NO ANSWER


LAUGHING BODIES,WEEPING EYES,
SILENCE
AND
SOUNDS
LIPS LIKE GARDENS OF
CRIES OR SONGS OF DEPAIR
WITH NO TICKETS
BUT WOUNDS,
MEMMORIES
OF THE UTLIMATE RYTHM OF
PAST AND PRESENT

LUGGAGES AGAIN
SLEEPY
WATCHY
SEXY AND MORE
DESPERATE DESPATCHES

AND
OFFCOURSE
WAVING HANDS
LEAVING ABSOLUTE NOTHINGNESS
TO THE WIND OF AGONY

THE GATE DEPART US
IT REMAINS IN BETWEEN
WITH FULL OF
INARTICULATE VOICES
AND DARKNESS

BODHI
THE BURNING LEAVES OF BLOOD AND SWEAT
CONFUSED WITH THE
MEMORIES OF A GRAVEYARD
WITH NO GATE