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Pain in love..

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In moments when the haunting murmurs in you heart spurn…

Tunnel through the dark passages..

Blood runs cold.. And the heat swirls in your head.. 

In moments when love feels like pain..

And pain like love.. 
Who has your breath in a hitch.. 

Who is thy master? Thy self? Thy trampled heart, trembling nerves…

Which side of the sun are you on?

 The cold night or the scorching blow of highland heat waves?

Where do you look to? In whose words do you find solace..
Which side of that man must you dwell with?

Which face of the man must you love.. And must you decipher.. Must you lie to yourself of?

There is the growling animal and there is the swooning dove.. Both within one..

Both tied into one… Which do you see? Which do you love?

The questions, the whys and the why nots..
Should be.. Could be.. Wouldn’t be…

The becoming we are all taught.. 

The love we are taught to see..

Aren’t we tangled and knotted in love with idea of it..

I detest love.. As much as I crave it..

I disbelieve thee.. As much as I see it.. 

And yet the nuisance of pain.. It speaks only of love..

As though it croons for thirst.. The elusive love..

It’s pain in love.. And it’s pain “in love”

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Can one feel what that child does?

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A child sits amidst the dust, asbestos, rubble

Eyes sunk into self.. yet wide and devoid of the tremors of death brewing within..

To be born into a life wielding no power,

But the love rendered by the womb and palm of the protector..

And at a sudden instant swept into smoke and fire,blood splattered of the power he knew..

Can one feel what that child does? A wait for god he once knew and had..

A shell of dark fear, dread, turmoil, torn life asphyxiates the beating heart…

And child chokes within.. clinging to nothing..

Suffering from plague inflicted by the cacodemons, men on his land..

Their horrendous misogynistic hunger for blithe innocence..

Draining the pulp of life and reveling in the numb pain diffused in the air..

The helios  of hope brutally shred.. flesh from bones..And yet not a tear shed..

For none are left to touch.. none can touch his moment…

 

From my window I see the rays flit through the blinds..

Their intensity simmered by the glass shield..

I see a sight peaceful.. sodden warmth,

The light breeze like music.. as the leaves flutter to its tune..

Sparrows titter.. shuffle between the green symphony..

I hear not… but eyes watch the music..as though notes scripted in the moments..

As though soft silence speaks.. spelling solace and hope..

Almost unreal.. The winds carry not a smear of pain..

The pain for the flow of the nature’s elements is null..

Or maybe it feels pain.. in the bloodied water and coagulate breath.

But not here.. its uncannily calm for a world trifled and drowning in pain..

Its a surreal, eerie balance that soothes not the heart..

Burden of pain outweighs the mass of solace..

 

 

Categories: CHILDREN, darkness, HOPE, human rights, INNOCENCE, life, loss, poetry on life, society, struggle | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Oh Shush Shush

A piercing splinter tears apart the soul’s periphery.

I ponder; did a cane pass through dragging, leave behind what it wouldn’t miss?

Or a rose placed artfully on the soul grow on its thorn, It was plucked leaving behind the prickly bit..

It’s such a blur; it won’t stall for a moment of retrospect or introspect,

Breath is the wind blowing the wretched splinter in circles, a horrendous stormy weather,

It leaves thy home in a pile of powdery remains, clustered fragments of curtained images…

It leaves thy inner child panting and wheezing, clutching in places,

Colored in red-brown dust, the color of eyes, the color of blood,

 A darting arrow from the eyes of the strangest stranger splits it open..

The color of the red syrup slurps through the tear, The wound is to be dug deeper before healed..

The heart is to die again..and again and again.. 

In penance for the acts of desperation; Death of the heart is necessary,

Pain is an addiction, It traps your breath, But you are left feeling alive, just alive is the real alive;

It is audaciously exchanged for the empty vastness, where one is not in the desert, but beneath it..

 

Oh shush shush, silence the sounds of the restless breaths,

 And the splinter shall stall for a moment of freedom and rest,

Raise thy torrid eye, look into the sky,

Watch the clouds afloat, row through still air, silent breeze;

 Watch the sky crack to reveal a bluer stillness,  

Oh shush shush..

Breeze flows on the tracks of life, life that thrives in arid, humid, torrential days and climaxes,

 Felt in the eyes, like a feathered touch on the skin, the unruffled flow of life in the strangest of times,

 Flutters of the tiny sparrow’s wings, sudden thrashing and then for a moment afloat in the lazy wind,

Reaching her nest after a day of grains, straws and droplets of water,

Rampaging from wall to wall, beneath rare shadows and scorching rays,

The quivering tips of darkest of green leaves swaying in surrender, slightest momentum released,

Oh shushed are you?

Does the pain now sail away with the breeze?

 Does the vacuum fill with sights of nature, the tiniest electrifying moments, the miraculous breadth of life?

The splinter slain to unconsciousness, Breathe in deep the peculiar scent of nature afresh,

Dear mind, Oh shush..ponder away from consciousness drugged in constant spiralling stale pain,

Stride into the invigoratingly alive life, Stroll away from thy own trepidations,

For the cures, the answers lie in the breeze, the clouds..

The flutter and the quiver, the tremor as nature breathes with thee in solace,

Carrying you to home indeed, Releasing you to breathless nomadic winds, just as you are..only standing there..shushed in your heart.

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Mountain of Carcass

He crawled all the way up the mountain, fire crackled like an amber beneath it through the cracks,

Chained wrists, chained ankles,

He climbed on his knees dragging along the heated path, leaving melted flesh behind,

He climbed staring up at the sky, eyes transfixed far ahead,

In love and enticed by the devil that lay sprawled serenely on the blackened night,

Passing a dead man, a familiar face, was it his own?

Yet he dare ask, “why thee lay there? Hasn’t thee found death yet?

The dead man, dead eyes, croaked in a whisper “where is thee heading to? Hath thee no master?

Is your hell too sweet to live in and was your heaven lost before you knew it, for you head neither way”

“God was damned when he made you and me,

He resides now in my devil,

Evil and godly god each a wing of the fatale angel,

Angel in whose silver mane are tangled lies of a beguile kind,

I drag by knees to the that grey peak of the mountain of carcass, I need mine back”

Dead man smiles, his lips twisting into a wry crooked line,

“You head to the cave of the dead souls of the dead monks”

Narrowed eyes of the crawling man who asks “dead souls of dead monks!Are their souls in the motherly clasp of their god, or have they been set free at last,

Has their freedom been of any use?

Have they found the seeds of dead humanity?

Have they succumbed to the angel’s deadly touch, I have questions for him, she has my carcass, too”

“You must trudge on dear brother, I am a dead man who collapsed before he saw his angel,

I have no answers to pacify thy burning soul or heal thy scraped bones”

Dragging, and gagging his mouth with his ripped pieces of clothes,

Nude in the face of the eerie descending cloud of the angel’s breath,

Would he find what he thought was his propriety, his carcass, his departing fractured soul,

Or would he sell his brittle self to the angel of death and love, and join the dead monks,

I want him to stand eye to eye and burn with the angel in her embrace,

Draw her love from her stoned heart and liven the soft caress in her eyes,

For conjoint with her soul, can he find the answers of god and death, love and humanity.

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Demonic Night’s Angelic Pain

Nights I see, dark and silent
The nights I feel in me, are long,dreary, lonely with you only in my memories,
Engulfing the mind in a spiral of sensations,
As the eyes droop in on the darkness, stories of the day and illusions of the night wreck havoc,
Illusions prejudiced by foolish heart, 
Aaah, it rejects reality, lost in it’s tomfoolery,
Refuses to remember that you’ve forgotten our moments, that my ache is only mine,
Pain chokes the voice,
Lips quiver, utter your name, escaping with the harsh breaths
Staring into the blackness hoping it will invade my eyes and my dreams,humming a lullaby,
Numbing the dull sound of tearless silence,
No,l ain’t spared, cursed to feel the melancholy of tortuously empty nights,
Your brown eyes,the dark heaven, a sweet path to mysterious hell,
Their beauty beckoning my nights, immersing them in a lone rendezvous,
The longing to feel your smile on my fingertips,
And your breath on my flesh, like fire and ice,
I wonder if your eyes lie, I wonder of the words encrypted in the shadows,
Or is my heart the culprit,
Does it even speak their tongue,
Or is it a poet, an actor weaving delusional stories,
Spinning lines unspoken by you, casting its desires, its own narrations,
Evading  or muddling the day’s truth and the night’ wistfulness,
Ohhh, when will I see you, see you again,
This wretched heart might then feel a touch of solace,
The ache, the pain in here, unfaded it remains,
Your smile imprinted on my soul harrows at the spot,
Day and night, wishfulness and hopelessness,
Reflection or opaqueness of your eyes,
The questions,the sensations burn together,
And the smoke it remain trapped in the cave of delirium,
Its day now but night and day are one,
Only night’s demonic pain is angelic as I remain lost in it, I remain lost in you.

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Sweet Pain

The soul sings your name,

Hums the stories of your signature ways

I stand on the side walk

Awaiting the moments you might pass,

To and Fro,

Those moments are just mine,

For your eyes see none my tangles,

Not a strand of my emotions,

Nor hears the strumming of soul’s strings

My mind is my haven,

For it weaves those gone by moments

I pause at your smile,

I rewind to your eyes,

I drink in the depth of your words

The mind is my volatile stage,

   An imaginary arena,

Audience my soul, my eyes,

I spin my yearnings into plays,

Plays on you, of me amidst the actors,

Entranced, engrossed within musings of my soul

I savor the sweet pain of my illusions.

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