foregone and forgotten

night hour makes a mockery
of forgotten wisdom
resident death within life
is an ancient inevitability
(we forget that in the quest of immortality)
I pour divine wine
into a receptacle of floating waves
know this.... 
In my younger and more vulnerable years
I also gave my blood
which mingled with the earth

"violet of violence somehow fills the void"

echoing parenthesis

parenthesis meets its match
in apostrophe
I listen to echoes. 

after a drab October, 
the early November sunshine 
cast golden rays on comma

another absurdity

echoed sky

grey pearls;
unevenly hued
un-rounded
hold my ethnic pendant;
the monkey God sleeps serenely
when he awakes
he will fly through the thick clouds
pluck through the echoed air-
get me the scented sky

I will cherish it, 
also the blue background
to show the true me to myself

 "totally absurd ideas suddenly make sense"

electronically yours

tiny electrons,
arrayed into words- 
jump into my page

I play around with them
the fire reaches out
melting me immediately

a seed, fruition
at its fringe-
is a gesture no more

inside walls of my skull
tackle a patchy tattoo
myriads of treasure

"tiny electrons enthrall me, always" 

certainity of the uncertainity

I see the remains

in the aftermath of the event
she was but all limbs

behind the yellow track.

no, stop no passengers

they are travelling 

with uncertainty,

different entities,

varied needs 

related to each other by motion.

coming back to these remains,

I look again disjointly thinking

that it guarantees to bequeath sight

to someone unknown.

"death, despite its enormity, can also heal someone"

nothingness

pause gives me
so much pain
I try to engulf it
but it spills,
enters the cores
and the pores
I can deal with anger
numbness scares me

"leaving me with nothing"

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Again I needed to write here that not all I pen is a personal reflection. Please do bear that in mind while reading and commenting. Remember, poets/writers have very vivid imaginations and have the insight for empathy too. You will agree with that if you are either or both. However, many a times we forget the distinction and presume and assume.

embracing weeds

I saw the message in the sky
arrived as soon as I could

weeds embraced her lovingly
ignoring her raucous breathing

her closed eyes were strung together
(I wanted those to open and look at me)

I took a blanket, covered her carefully
although I knew it was a lost cause

it was the 11th Anniversary of 10th day
of I don't recall what (wait while I think)

she obviously had forgotten it too
or I wouldn't have found her in water

I had been anticipating to meet her 
those words had already formed in my mind

"do you remember what we promised when we met...?
certainly not your inevitable death "

charcoal shadows

just a drawing
charcoal on a piece of paper
a butterfly flits over hills
that spider calls out to me
into its parlour

the lovers that we are
together we make shadows

oblivious to the fact 

we have been immortalized

in this yellowed paper

"when the rooster enters it,
I almost resent its presence
what does he see that I can't"

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"together we made shadows" is the line contributed by Mallery. I changed made to make.

panorama

intoxicated
I sway into the circle
bending that crooked arc

green lattice eyes
deflect the sun
gravitate towards me

kernels of truth
abruptly try to escape
but I catch them from space

I wield a camera
and my panorama
is psychedelic

bits and pieces

if you check through carefully
you will find scattered pieces
all over your house.
they belong to me
a tarnished coin
(you had picked it for me from a roadside)
a roll of scotch tape
(almost finished),
a tiny pair of scissors
(you clipped your nails with that)
half finished bar of soap
(that lavender scent drove you crazy)
a chipped mug with my zodiac sign
(Aries love the Ram!)
torn piece of a tissue with my poetry
(a mushy love poetry, I cringe I wrote that)

"I want those all, along with the chunk of me
that you never realized you had"