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Crookedly Woven Thoughts

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Where must the mind land? Where must it traverse to?

It must speak for itself to rise and draw on the versatile goodness of fate…

It wishes to grapple in the light just as it does in the dark..

Must it bow, must it be, must it take flight? And in direction ??

Now it speaks a mingled concoction of crookedly woven thoughts..

 

 

Ain’t there enough food on the streets to feed this epidemic of scarcity?

Ain’t there enough love in your heart to heal all the hurt?

Ain’t there enough dust settling on the blood to awaken the heartless with its stench?

 

 

There are ghastly streets, rotten drunkards, thirsty for more,

There is enough monsterity to hope for a shower of hailing empathy..

A desperate need to be rescued from depths of such self destruction..

 

 

Was man born only to rinse swords in tears..

Do those who suffer only remember of the ways to inflict?

The wars of despondency, a continuum of repulsive deeds ,

As human strides round and beneath..away from its naive beginning..

Representing the darkness mounted beneath the sheath of our existence..

 

 

For words to leave the bindings and reveal the intentions of the mind..

The heart must pace with the subtly settling, unknowingly induced pain..

Settling pain is unsettling, unnerving, ain’t it?

 

 

In wars, how must the heart clamber out to help itself?

 

Is life a war?  In ways it strives to derive the worth of time..

An urgency to grope for what is and isn’t yours,

What exists, just tumbling and rising on pillars of man’s uncertain designs..

A struggle to win hearts.. A struggle pacify the reflections in others..

A desire to be owned , A desire to own..

The wry ways of this human embodiment..

Darn the pain.. Darn the seemingly sodden truth..

 

 

Must I say something nice? I shall..

Heart must clot its wounds…

The man, must keep on keepin on..

And the light shall reach you as it stretches across to save us all..

Maybe there is love, hidden at the corners of your eye..

Maybe there is love, trembling to be undone on the ridge of your lids..

Maybe there is love in the hearts of the diseased.. maybe it will be find the hope..

And we shall smile in unison.. as plainly as the child does.. without reason..

In supple ways, maybe light will find all of us.

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Etching On.

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Etching Patterns of thoughts on the papyrus of our mundane lives..

Designs we croon into the ear of our twin incarnation..

Curved stretches curbing across the mounts..the will, the wish..

Binding with the harsh breath..mellow at times.. juggling at times..

Strolling across to plot a breathless life..

 

Stumble over potholes dug by our own soles, Hasn’t thee rolled over, traced back, and strutted along then?

Yet the path of etched drawls back and forth scuttering on..

Inking on.. smug.. or giggly.. dreadful or greedy.. smiling through the blots of ink..

In hope in faith.. for trusting to be bound by fate.. we etch on..

 

A kind samaritan spinning the fate.. whispering incantations to string fate to wish..

A mildly fulfilled soul springs along.. sketching butterflies..

And yet then. droplets of pain blotch the ink just along the curve..

 

Words lack depth one might say.. as the heart fails to siphon strings of syllables

Wishing to only tell stories of memorable cons, fortitudes.. innocence and love..

How often has thy samaritan hidden in the cave of doubt?

How often does thee ponder of ways to escape the designs?

Trapped in thy own breath, memories and desires..?

 

Or did the benign fisherman row thee  across?

I think he did.. didn’t he?

Anew bridge..anew sketch..

Anew binding of faith and fate..as thee etches on..

 

P.S- Random thoughts, random sketch as I try to drown myself in something mundane.

 

 

 

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Wars we fight

Who dwells in their own head?

I do.. I do..

I live there with a man of dispiriting affections..

Broth of hatred.. froth of nonchalant love..

Rebelling against my rationale.. Again which is mine and which is his?

Life seems spent at war with love…

Moving on…

Which emotion is not to be felt?

I ain’t following a parchment of archaic laws…

Written and misspelled by all engrossed in a deep desperation of a kind..

Desire to be remembered… desire to be embraced.. Desire to be discovered..

Desire to be designed upon.. embarked into.. a journey from soul into a another..

Desire to appraised with condiments… tokens from one soul to another..

Who… which monk.. which teacher.. which bud..which man or women…

Can surpass the need to live.. need to be, to find which has not been found within..

And the need to feign control..

To him who I love.. who I have loved.. I can love..

I have found not the meaning of it..

I will always bless thee… find thee in my memories… search for thy love..

I hope.. this day.. the gulf of resentment has cleansed as much as it has left my heart..

Apologies I render.. and hope I shall find thee again.. in life.. in love.. in my heart..

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And the man who fights with rationale.. in my head..shall always loose..

For rationale.. feigns control..

An incomplete drama of scribbled words.. this shall be..

For none can unfold the unrest of love and desires..

The conundrum of what to be.. who to be.. to succumb..

Or to succumb again.. just, to which…. ?

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Random… Pride..self.. love?the fever.

The burden we call love could easily be hate..

The need to be needed.. the want to be wanted..

The fetal position of the grieving soul..

The penchant for ownership of the soul..

Too weary to follow.. too old to know where it is to be.. where it is to summon itself, to its home?

 

The haughty madam beneath the simpleton..Prays to avenge her pride..

Ain’t she a felon herself?

The girl who pounced in her father’s arms..prays to be set free..

The laughter that kindled her eyes.. the soft lines of nifty smile..

Muffled and ironed beneath the pains of frightful wars fought in her heart…

 

In the end when bones brittle crumple.. and flesh melts..

The hearts surge with combative pain..

Left are two souls lost.. facing  walls grounded on either sides..

The mirror reflecting the ugliness of it all..

In thy own eyes.. the glass shows black..

Pride is harrowing in the pits its own dungeons..

 

Ohh.. the  depths of ditches we dive into..

The sins we commit in the name of love..

Sinful of hateful acts towards self.. and then towards the other..

What is love but a roped..tangled path..

Curious pull.. one strolls and then the moments dribble away..

One is siphoned..tipsy into another Moonlit forest.. another home…

Aren’t you lost yet?

 

Where do you turn when the bridges you built are trampled upon..

Fallen beneath the sea of distance…

When human made altercations.. distractions..  steal the good.. gnarl it from your grasp..

Turn away from home.. to find that you have none..

And only the dungeons and pits.. fraught with felons of your heart..

Where shall you find your freedom now?

Who shall row you back to the haven you once knew?

How shall thee save thyself from distraught nature of thy heart?

Where shall thee find thy home.. thy solace and salvation?

 

 

 

 

 

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Simple Friendship

Its called friendship you know..

The light in my eyes.. at a simple smile in yours..

The spark when hopes shines through the tunnel..

The Rebellious laugh when the fortitude gives away..

Our bizarre plans blow against the wind..

And we rise victorious surfacing at the shortest stairwells clambered..

Its the smile and laugh my heart craves..

Its the pain my soul wills to diminish..

Thy tender heart.. understands my pain.. and mine yours..

Its simple touch of human likeness..

 

Its called friendship you know..

The pain inflicted on you..reflects in my eyes..

As does in yours..

The tremor in your voice.. finds a helpless flutter in my heart..

But when your words sting.. to where shall I turn..

For it is your presence that soothes my pain..

Yet.. I know.. you shall be there when I turn back..

For a sincerest person like you..is hard to find..

 

Forgive my anomalies dear..

Harbor no ill of me.. You find place in my pain..

But more so in .. more so in carefree laughter..

Pondering.. I find your heart pure..

And mine wishing only the place of a life long friend  in pain and gay remembrance..

And your life to ride to your dearest hopes and dreams.

For Its simple friendship.. you know.

 

Dedicated to a dear friend… its a few simple words.. I couldn’t find ways to disguise my ways.

 

 

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Hungry hearts..Tender wishes

Tenderly touch the singed skin, gathering dust at the edges of the deep well,

Deep well..burnt into the bones, skeletal heart, skeletal soul..

Tenderly fill those pores with your sweet breath..

No..my loving friend..clasp not in roughened flesh.. peel not with lustful gaze..

Let magic of thy touch sound in that abyss echoing in my soul..

Engulf my heart in thy loving gaze, strand it in a hypnotic haze..

 

The heart exhales harshly, arrhythmic symphonies..

Tender..lighter..softer..Soothe the strings with its verbose vibrations, A tone shall fall.. a tone shall rise..

Thy breath, thy strings lull the breeze..Designs thee forges in the blowing laze..

Let the song linger in thy smile, sing to my hungry heart with an inflamed passion for love and life..

Tales of solitary love, only yours and mine,

My finger tips, your softened lips, slip the symphony to my soulful mind..

 

Might thee dance..close me in thy arms?

Waltz heedless to insufferable sores beneath our scalded feet,

Tuck my presence under your skin..

 At the doorstep of darkness every night.. Feel my heart stride alongside in your might

In the daylight on your side, fill me with every delight that rests in your eyes..

Might we stretch the rendezvous to last forever..

Let the myth-forever- lie in its croft, and our illusions slay it to deep slumber..

 

Cries of nasty fate..Sins seeking shelter in the script of its craft ways..

Forgive me should I shed heavy tears,

Forgive me should I dost thy soul any wrongs, scar any spots..

Lead me back to the solace that rests in our eyes… 

Take me to the land of wilderness, where reside neither haste of promises..

Nor burden of its unfulfilled lies….

Where neither asphalted paths fenced with wooden works are carved in loss and pain..

Nor whisper creatures words that speaketh of the same..

 

Hungry we are for the ripened fruits of the paths.. that hang in pure pearl like beauty..

Where underneath the generous trees, in their shade,we rest arm in arm, tasting the sultry sweetness in the misty air..

Let our anguish blend..let the sorrows seep to the seas..

Lets feed our hearts with treasure from the shores.. hidden between the twisty cores of shells..

Hungry hearts.. tender touch….caress’s our flesh..inhales our soul the melodies of our breath..

Come dear loving friend, lets ride on this road in the delusional fog to an unhinged end ..

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The Ancient Tree

There is a world in all our minds where we know the truths…
There is a surreal freedom in our heart.. incantations whispered in fervent tones..
You are the godliness you worship in the holy caves..

The mind is an ancient tree…
It has been pruned by evolution…
It has fostered many a harmonious civilizations..
It has befuddled the world kindling the firelight of imagination..

Souls cradled on the arches of this tree..
Have fondled it, sinking in it…drawing breath from its gospels,
Yet infusing in it incense from their ruminations..
Immersing the grandeur of the worlds in the helms of their own universes..

Let’s tread on those branches..
That rise through the vines to wrap the world in glorious sunshine..
Let epiphany lift all souls to plow the sky..
Lets trim away those branches sagging with hate and vane pride..
Let free birds wade through the spheres sounding cries of triumph,

Singing..together we shall rise to swing on the fields of amorphous love
Kissing the winds with our words of brazen beauty..lips full of sauntering smiles
Ambient music of hope..joyous innocence caressing the oceans..
The depths of our soulful eyes candidly in love with all kin..
All souls dancing on that ancient tree..to the symphony.. Together we shall rise.

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Oh Dear Man..Tell me..

Oh Dear Man..tell me..

I shed tears engraved with your name

I find pieces of me seething in pain,

The pieces you touch heave and sigh in your remembrance,

And the parts in oblivion to your soul.. lay still waiting to be asked…

 ”Would you like a ride to the dawn with me?…Where is it that you belong and what say is your story?”

They shrink in the drought of the long summer haul, blind creatures with a pitiful stature, feeding on pain that trickles down their layers…

 

But you walk away, back turned, darkening my heart in your shade,

Marked by memories in the scorching shape of your form,

I stand waiting to run, run far away from your scorn,

But stranded I am.. limp ,  no caves to hide……………..As all are lined along hills of the grieving town..

The town where paths lead astray to the homes of dead hopes, drunken wishes, follies of wants..

 

You are but a mad man, a wolf.. Fighting like the brave life and death for his pride..

For deeper dreams and friends that that fill your soul..

And I am but the prey of the calls you sound in the moonlight..

I find myself twisting away to seek the fork that finds me at my sun kissed doorstep,

Where I might find you to be a thought of another distant self,

Where light of love might remain a haze without a tryst with its dark shades..

 

Let me stroll back, do not call me back in time,

Let me forget that I met you on the lone walk one very eerie night,

I was straddled by a sudden bliss..but now the bliss churned with a deadly essence..

The callous reckless wanderlust of unrequited passions…Brimming the chalice of tonight’s spirit..

 I find my mind sinks into yours with a penchant to read thee like a manuscript about all that is life…

Oh dear man, tell me… where shall I seek your heart..

Else show me the route to that moment before..years ago..then I shall escape to find mine in whole..

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Such a Heart Burn!

Save yourself the from the chilling pain

Save your heart from the brazen game

Oh boy! He is such heart burn,

Oh boy! You are such a scalding sight to my raving eyes!

 

There ain’t any victories, the dice rolls with null favours,

Time etched in mind feeding on a feast of memories,

A trail of moments spent in penetrating charm,

Spent lost in those eyes, that choke my breath,

Do I see hate rising from angst, do I see a strange likeness, I think not,

Do I see a wild penchant to seize all? Or do I see a fuming desire to cease all, destroy and demolish?

It’s all human, to feel and to suffer in our longings and dreams,

I only wish to untangle from those eyes, the words that speak one a many truths,

Words I must remind myself are not in my name,

But words that might forge the path to your soul,

Yet I ask, in restless desperation,

Do I see just a man in his prime fiery nature, or do I see you, just you?

A fragrance soaked in sweet sweat dries the throat,

A tear of craving slides down lost in the twists and passions of flesh,

Delving and rising, deep faltering breaths, naked eyes, naked thoughts, shredded sheaths of yearnings,

Soul is left at the mercy of the unbound sensations, the sinister feisty eyes,

 

He is a drug, an addiction of the wretched fickle heart,

He is but a death wish of the slipping moment,

Oh boy! He such a heart burn,

Oh boy! You are such a scalding sight to my raving eyes!

 

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Grain Of Love

See life in what is doomed dead,

And a rose bud shall bloom from fraying petals in dawn light,

Touch the angst in another’s eyes

And thou shall be the melting ice on a burnt soul, a dreary night,

Dream in faith with another in his brittle might,

And a babe in his soul shall see the light brighter in every site,

Teach and re teach hope to a falling kite,

And it shall fly from one roof to another in eager delight,

Smile at the curious child in each one’s mind,

And find unknown questions, unlearnt answers on far off stars glisten the starry eyes,

Run along that little girl in the woman’s soul, to her fairy god mother,

And see each tear, each sear on her fore head dry and dull as you walk back at her side,

Embrace the need of each man, woman, child naked on the pavement, a cold night

And warm the city with warmest smiles from the forlorn beggared souls of our hungry times,

Find that grain of love holding together your own soul in glorious fights,

And you shall engulf and seal the darkening hearts, the foregone tranquil paths with fiery firelight.

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