The Moth of The Waning Year

The ailing year was on its last breath,
As autumn wedded winter,
I sat beneath that Banyan tree,
Witnessing the mirror of my life splinter...

Where was the moth that ran amok my dreams,
and shephearded my daylight to her face
whence i saw her scent... felt her voice;
And twice times did i praise God's grace...

Where was the moth that led me,
through darkness and fog opaque,
To the shaft of golden daylight,
Wherein lay beauty's bottomless lake...

Far over the meadows
And over oceans many,
I treaded with a charred soul...
But it remained as faithless as the penny...

The moth-my Adrianne's thread... is all but tangible...
The treasure for which i crave, far beyond my worth,
But even though death lies in the eventual,
The moth will always kiss the hearth.


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Well, well, i finally managed to squeeze out sometime for some creative work, though my mom was hardpressed against it. It is a poem with a rhyme scheme, one that i have not written for a looong time as finding out rhyming words can be quite harrowing (and time consuming) but i must admit... these poems do sound better than a blank verse.Now a little abt Adrianne's thread- Hercules was asked to cross a maze in which a minotaur was lurking. So a wrong turn was certain death. Hercules, being Zues's son was was helped by Adrianne (anither goddess), who gave him a ball of thread which he could keep unwinding so as to mark his path and thus he was able to come back to the point where he had taken a wrong turn. It was a kind of leading light for him. So I guess you can put the pieces together to form the meaning of the poem. Hope you liked it.

A Rose

The rose is a flower of unfathomable beauty,
Its smell...so seductive...
A reminder of the gardens of Eros,
Its petals... oh so gentle,
Like the bare bottom of a virgin princess.
Its hue... so rich
Reminiscent of the all encompassing emotion called love.

And...

Its entwined ridges...
Paints a picture of a lover lost in a vicious labyrinth, looking for his love.
Its thorns... the nails of the devil,
A reminder for him who dares...
To kiss the rose,
A reminder for him who dares,
To cross into the forbidden,
A reminder for him who dares... to love.
Yet beauty and love leave man sans sense of direction,
He loses all his rationality,
He dares to cross into the forbidden,
He challenges his own mortality,
Only to face lady love's brutality...


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One of the times when I was feeling Keatsy agin. Mom-dad's annivarsary... got them a bunch of roses. Close examination and here's the product!!!

Flame In The Tempest

The clouds had been gathering,
The gale had been raging,
the sun had been murdered,
the glens had been plundered,
with a silence that forboded evil,
it waited...

When he stepped out...out of his refuge,
When the caring hand and the soothing mouth were no longer nigh,
It happened... it began to rain...

But no such rain any mortal eye had seen...
Where each drop was a shard of the Satan's knife,
Where each drop bore the smouldering rage of the devil,
Where drop was the all-consuming flame of guilt...ofsorrow...of love... of loss...

But no mortal man was he either, or so it seemed,
Long ere a drop landed, it turned to vapour...
Fire to fire, ashes to ashes...
The wrath of Evil was consumed by the man, or was he a man?

Yes he was,
A man with a sleeping mind.
But how long? How long could the fair cloak of sleep fend off the poison?
At last, a drop of death hit his mind, awakened it and turned it numb,
now,
He had nowhere to turn back, nowhere to hide...
nowhere to take refuge, nowhere to confide...

His mind was burning alive ...
Burning in the unforgiving flame of life's hatred...
No man sawhis pyre... no one cared to,
But he has a mighty heart... a heart whose complexities are beyond man's reckoning,
And thus he burns... I say burns, not burned...
And waits for a heart mightier yhan his,
to come and help him... to come and soothe him...
to come and save him... to come and FORGIVE him...


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You all might think it is a weird poem... well it's a kind of personal refection, so don't bother much if you don't really get the feelof it (as mike says... hear to see). Not really in high spirits... duh, i never am, just managed to post once.
SEEYA LATER!!!

Nobody

The lane was swarming with people,
people clad in woolens all grey,
The Back of swarming humanity,
was all my mortal eyes beheld.
For a safe passage home, like all, did I pray.

A man in raiment of the many,
Stepped up and nudged past my shoulder,
I saved from fall, and protested...
Back he turned and spat with venom'
"And who may you be dear sir, to lead my way?"

I could only gape...

My speech faltered me, so did my thoughts,
My concious left my limbsand my heart pierced by lead shots.
For, an apt answer to his demand,I couldn't find,
For, my name is none save a meaningless syllable to the man's mind.

Who am I?
Waht have I that he not posses?
what think I that he not thinks?
What feel I that he not feel?
To a man aside the two of us, we're twins,
And to yet another, we three triplets!
Loth am I to stray into this thought,
But the ugly nudity of truth, threatens to choke me.

Dear to my kin in a home...transcient,
Nobody to the people of the lane where I walk,
Dear to the Inhabitants of my own world... so miniscule,
Nobody to the man of whom i talk...



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Feeling really depressed these days. Got no one to share feelings and I am a pressure cooker without a safety valve. Mom is really scornful these days with my marks and progress (or should I say decline?) going for a six. Suddenly life is seeming to be out of m control. Emotions, memories are all spilling about ... all at the wrong time. Shit man... that's about all I can say.

Beauty art

My hunt for quality nude art continues... Here are some fruits.

Ivana III

As the year enters its eve,
as winter draws nigh,
as the day becomes younger again,
Out of the gloom emerged a butterfly...

It has been a long time since I talked to you,
the memories of you tinkling laughter,
the enthralling beauty of your voice,
Ever haunt the empty halls of my memory...

I felt like that sage,
when he let go of his breath after a thousand years,
when I heard you call me...
when I heard you speaking to me...
when your body was inches away from mine...
and when my mind had left, discreetly, the tangible peripherals of mortal world...

never had I felt more comforted,
never had I felt more calm,
never had I felt more passionate,
nor ever was I more urged to hold your face in my palms,

and look...

And look into the bottomless ocean of your eyes,
to tell... that I love you...
love you with every ounce of my being...With every fiber of my body...
with every shred of my tortured mind... With every bit of my sanity...

I was sinking into the ocean of your eyes... never knowing if I could make my way back,
And with each passing fathom, my mind got more entangled with your body,with your presence...

But alas! A very short bliss was I granted,
for I am the prisoner of the most lovely, yet, the most tyrant of lords,
a lord who goes by the name of Love...
and he grants really short visiting hours!

But then, my life rolled on,
And that night I dreamt of drowning into an ocean...
An ocean of unfathomable depth... an ocean of my passion...
An ocean of my broken love...


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This was the last of the Ivana series- hope you enjoyed it!

Ivana II

A long while has passed since i last saw you.
Monsoon is over,the green has been resurrected
Northern birds are flying to their winter refuge
How my life has changed, I have often reflected

Then you came .... I saw you,

In the storm suge of humanity.
Standing accross the road, near the school gate... waiting...
A flash of brown hair, a flutter of brown eyes,
Was all i would take in.
And i was plunged headlong.....
Into a brown bottomless ocean.
Its water as sweet as honey, its scent,the wholesome essence of womanhood.
I felt my chest being hammard,pelted.....
Felt a slow numbness,a terrible cold-heat,
A numbness which threatened to fail my breath.
A numbness which caused my eyes to water,my throat to choke.
Was i crying? or was i simply overwhelmed by reality?
I don't know, maybe, i'll never know......

But it was when she raised her hand to me,in a gesture,
The mirror of my reality broke into a million pieces.
Pieces,which were flung so far that their existence ceased.
Then again...
There was a flash of brown hair,a flutter of brown eyes....
I was pulled out of the brown ocean,
My mind reversed and closed the moment-long video,
Everything was saved, committed to memory,

only...

The broken pieces of my reality,
and my mind's sanity,
were lost, in that one moment of madness.

Ivana I

It has been a long time since i said goodbye to you......
made up my mind that there was no turning back.
Spring, summer, monsoon & the FIFA World Cup,
all have gone by since I last saw you.
But my mind,s eye has been seeing you everyday
mildly flirting and making passes
just to catch a smile
just to hear the tinkling of your laugh
just to here the music of your words....
but in reality,there is nothing but a void, an empty space,
as if the pacific was drained out by a mightily thirsty giant,
and its scar dampened the beauty of earth
Just as the void in my reality scars the beauty of my dreams.
Scars it so badly, that now they seem.....
To be dreamt by another body, in another time, in a different universe...


When i am sedated by Sting's music
pebbles of the past shatter my calmness
shatter my reality....shatter my heart.
In some remote corner of my mind,
a tiny voice cries till it runs hoarse....
a voice subdued by mental strength
a strength of unfathomed might,
but not mighty enough to stub out a tiny candle in a sea of darkness.
this is what love can do to you
to ur body to your soul.
It stretches them far beyond humane endurance
till it all ends in a life long bliss,
or in a life-time of silent penance...

In your Eyes

I am in love with your eyes,
oh, so soft,so tender,
when i look into them,
i catch a glimpse of all that lies,
fair & strong in this weathering world.
When i look into your eyes,
i catch a glimpse of a huge ocean of unfathomeable depth.
Whose water emanates a hazel sheen
Seeing which, my heart,like that of a child's, cries.
When i look into your eyes,
the extent of my imagination is stretched beyond this tangiable world.
To the fringes of the ethereal,
Where my mind's eye is turned lidless......
When i look into your eyes,my soul,
is enveloped by a rich,tender warmth.
A warmth which bears the delicate fragrance of love
a love so rich,so lusturous that the mind fails picturing it.
To catch a glimpse of your eyes,
I travelled accross seven seas
With one destiny but weary limbs & fale with tan.
I realised eventually, that,in her eyes lies my world,
calling out to me -catch me if you can.

I AM BACK !!!!

Yes people, I am back!!! It has been a long while that i have posted anything on my blog. Kinda busy with all kinds of tests exams and all other kind of colourful shit imaginable. But today I decided enough was enough! Gotta stay connected! Hope you guys have not already considered me dead!

But the photo here shows my new hobby, guess what??? writing and collecting erotica. What I have is just the tip-o-d-iceberg! so keep watching guys!

The Mumbai Blast

Across the street from the Mumbai Western Railway, the station
was scattered with fractured love,
with shredded hope
of cleaved flowers,
dead mice,
angry servants;
things we could kill with our own bombs… or hands… or fear… given time.

Children waiting, mothers, fathers- transient- passing- gone. Waiting.
Hungry; hungry for work or worship… whichever came first,
but not death blasting its marked solitude
of splintered joy in moist fragrance,
pierced skin
the color of kings wrapped in flags.

Caesar's curse.

It will come, not on the mouth of your washed-up soul
Or on a street corner bathed in shadow,
The kind of dark that smothers granite
Or leaves us puffed face, up, smiling
In a glossy satisfaction.

It will be sudden,
Swift, yet after the bell tolls.

It will begin by bringing you to silence
And thrashing your bitter faced pretense,
You and your ilk-hollow drone.
You’ll drop, like sullen eyes toward a deformed child,
Cascading to the aching earth.

It will be painless for you and your kind, a void.
Like your soul, it will crave its own worthlessness.
Like a junky without a fix,
Hollow shrieking,
Heavy tongued,
Senseless, graceless, ineloquent and quick.

Your hand in this, traitor,
Will not go unnoticed,
Only you.

Justice

When I look at the tiny crippled child,
I feel pity.
When I hear of dead men stealing the soul of the wild,
I feel angry.
Lore and belief has it strong that God's justice is supreme,
"How then thou fool? How then of a biased god could thee ever dream?"
They told me.
I looked at their face and asked, which god did I falter?
The hindu one or the muslim?
The history of the whole world, you know, this difference can alter.
In this world the might of swords and gold,
Outweigh the worth of righteous doing.
If you have the precious paper, summer is not hot and winter is no longer cold.
And thus I believe, man is placed,
At the helm of all creatures great and small.
But what good has he done, I wonder,
That makes him stand so tall?
By raping mother nature and slaughtering his own kindred,
If that's the good he is doing,
Then I'm afraid , in this world, evil cannot be hindered.
But who am I to pass a judgement on God and my kin?
My existence, unknown to my own neighbour,my identity lost.
But lo! God's justice is supreme,
And of a biased God you cannot dream.

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My cousins and me!

Peace for all…

Shivering cold but his heart aflame,
He runs to the battlefield as if it was just a game.
Fires his guns with rage unbound,
The noise of his exults could be heard from miles around.
Ten he fell with his deadly attack,
But alas! He was surrounded, with no way to go back.

Canines of metal ripped open his body,
None could deny that he was hardy.
Out went that fatal letter to his lonely mother,
Her son was dead but who would bother?
She beat her head till it was sore,
She screamed and cried until she too … was no more.

Who knows what happened to the relatives of those he fell,
Whether they lived or died of grief, none could tell.


The dove never flies where they fight day and night,
To show to each other, their strength and might.
So let’s be benevolent and learn to forgive,
Please, Live and Let Live.