Monday, 24 December 2012

the time of the year when-




a Christmas breeze 'gainst
the green green tides
J'dore the sun
that Santa did bring.

With a sleighful of joy,
and outburst of
Laughters and Love,
Snowballs and Scarfs,
Wishes and Wonders
of Jingling-jing bells.

March along
with reindeers and elves.
Cheers to the Merriment
and paint the town Red






Thursday, 8 November 2012

- in transition

A splurge of heat rushed up
to the middle of the heart
A warm stream of water
gushed out.
Hard thumps beat against
the empty head.
Looked up
to avoid the overflow
of screams and shouts
and bit the lips
to distract the stale air.
Take me away to outer space
A ride to insanity.
Breath in my innocence
As i paused .
in the middle of the air
Begged the red lips
to stay
and set fire
to burn bright-
big and fierce.



Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Come Close n' feel it

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Strawberries, drums, honey and trees.
                                                                Choco milk, dive into the pool and sleep,

Dreams, look into the dark air and a green light blinks.
                                                                Sing into the night, soft kisses and a gentle smile.

Eagle tattoo, exotic skin 'gainst the full moon.
                                                                Red lips, pink roses and a glass of wine.

                What do you say.                             Put your hands up high -                               and give a knod .



Tuesday, 18 September 2012

To Fall:

Fall -
Tumbled down
to soften streets,
individuals,
and the moving air.

The flaming circle
died down.
The gust caved in,
as leaves circled
And cuddled all in one.

Olive, mustard
and maroon.
Khaki, taupe, grey
and pale blue -

Fluttered up the autumn snooze,
waiting for the winter doze.





Monday, 20 August 2012

Intense


Losing my mind,

A pain penetrated

Through the muscles
Of my heartbeat

The sun 
Applied temperature-
And made water 
Stream down

Where is the air
To breathe?
Where is the alcohol
To kill the agony?

I see grey shade
from above.
It gave me breeze
That gave me burden.

The paper flipped
And the lights shone on.
The hands spun
In ample rounds

Light and nights,
And fights
I die
In swelling sights.

I withdrew and take 'scape 
Doc.
Release, the Dark 
in me.


Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Before My Eyes

It's a beauty
So delicately arranged
Is it the work of humans
Or a gift from the gods?

It's a pattern
So uniquely defined
Is it arranged on purpose
Or a random splash?

Tell me,
If you do exist.
Show me
your miracle hands.

A big gasp,
I take.
-beyond
Meine Verständnis.




Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Cotton candy sky


The Peach erases the frowns
The Orange wipes off the sweat
The Lemon removes the load

A blue breeze sings to the eyes-
And sweet waves to the aching arms
to sterilize the brain

Take a dip
and drown in lime syrup
- a scent that wakes the soul

A treat, a luxury,
an obsession
- and never,                better.






Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Yet, a Concrete Jungle



A Flaneur landed
                                                On the crossroad of millions
                                                                                In the heart of the pumping blood
With non-stop walks and runs.
                                                A heart so energized
                with expectations so high
                                                Down                   
                                                                she fell
                                                                                to pieces
when
Her spirits drew weak.
                                Tick        tock,      Tick        tock,

                                Mer       ry            go           round.
                                               
                                                Circles after cirles.
                                                                Down she trotted and up she went.
Stamped her footprints
                                                                All o'er the streets,
                Smelled the scent
                                Of grass so sweet.
                                                Out of home,                      she ran,
                                A breeze waved
                It was time to go.
                                                                                To.                          Go.                         Home.





Monday, 18 June 2012

Wake UP!

There's a drill
that jolts me terrible.
Unknown bills
that messed up my table.

Alarms kept sounding
In different lines -
Squeezing
The fatigue minds.

Stepped out of the square
And gazed at the column
Hunted for "Where"?
and it was solemn

The juggler stands
In odd street ends.
With thousands who gazed
At the clueless heads.



Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Control

We bumped once,
We bumped twice,
Still,
Have you ever asked
For a permission?

You took a bite
And left it brown.
You turned on the lights
And switched them off
Just so you like

Did you let the serpent eat your brain up
In return for a hardened heart?
But I took it nonetheless.
Is that poison or is that gold?
Did you secretly swap us
Without letting me know...


Monday, 12 March 2012

The In-escapable Truth

The melody whirled into me,
As the cold breeze tickles my skin,
A soft smell of saltiness I breathed in,
And there in front, a blurred vision - I sea.

The weariness smashed the dark cloth,
It was Epic.
The two arms spun and crossed the countless sighs,
It was expected.

The lighted cage of shouts unheard,
and yells were drowned complete.
A crave for pause-
a longingness unreturned.

It was a story foretold,
a hole inescapable.
No way to rewind or unwind,
Just an attempt impossible.



Monday, 13 February 2012

?

The figure was blurred
And the sight was blocked.
She tries -
to feel the colours.

But only frowns appeared
and the thorns pricked.
The ants attacked
the weakest link.

A bucket dropped
And out spilt broken tears,
A cry like Forte
that pulled the strings apart.

A lone wolf
howled to the moon,
But the moon stared back -
A blank one that gave no clue.





Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Handle with Care

Out she plucked her heart,
and aimed it with a dart.
and left her
like an abandoned piece of art.

She stared with hollow eyes,
scared of passer-bys
and out she cries
with ample denies.

She buys a happy face
to live her lonely days.
Companions to guide her ways
but in silence, she remains.

A dim soul walks on
against the colourless dawn.
With warmth so gone
And her body all torn.

She walks on
And beyond...