a midnight walk

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

The sea and a parallel path in a straight streak, streetlights lining, diffused because of the deeps, forlorn but for two motorcycles, parked on the roadside; the riders vanished in some part of the shore. No moths, no night flowers, no fireflies; the roar trespasses a fraction of the raucous silence, frothing edges, too little light, surreal street lamps dreaming yellow, desolate; pushing, space into a miniature room,ignorance maiming the sense’s choices; a lone languid dog living, running away the internment of life. What space does the vast sheet occupy? a mere rupture or a rapturous fissure? A pretentious extrovert bumping against my consciousness,limiting its expanse? I,unaware of its depth of introversion-become distracted-camouflaged by the crafty waves,cool and frothy like long, winding, pallid snakes appearing and vanishing;a liquefied,tricky darkness,feebly scrawling the horizons,taunted by the impatience of the enduring survival,shaken by a sudden intelligence.

Only one motorcycle is left now, a moonless light ramming gloom into an eccentric midnight-crow to strangely caw, rending the heavens and hell…..within me.Back on the balcony of the attic, I looked where I had walked but didn’t see any sea;only a few muted streetlamps.

claws of innocence

Thursday, December 1, 2011

love’s reprisal exhausts
in a fixated animal-vengeance
a vicious rape of the naive;
razes the unyielding sanctorum ,
nails the flesh, scuffs the visage, smears;
grazes the valley, inflames the grass,
camouflages the innocence,
with envy; then grows to be a suckling child.
love mutely weeps in solo;
alternately gaping and misreading your eyes.
tearing down, gratifying the shame
with seeds of the sodden carnality
whetting the guilty ruins
a luscious spin-off, in a maniacal abandon,
of sweat soak and saliva.
shame gaily salvaging wounds of virtue.

synchronized

Friday, July 22, 2011

feral cats in the alleyway,
yawn away a fading night,
under old lampposts.
a wary waft waves through
the shades, flashes past your madness;
a sky bashing in at the transom.
reek of factory effluents
fused with incarcerating colognes,
cocktailed to daze merciless scratches
on brimmed spaces;
a green-eyed moon’s groan
deflecting from a mad facade
shrouded in silken tresses;
humid saline savored, strays,
hushing sensual sermons.
enmeshed nerves, enslaved,
escape in one unison salvo
in to the autonomous alchemy,
like a held back hurricane,
burst as a chorale,
scaling high, screaming,
in the spinal roots.

Specious Spaces

Saturday, June 25, 2011

A no-gravity state- the dim lit dream-space goes well with this- the dead power lines - ideal for flying past, fear, a fancy, passing the tallness of trees; the north east, an unknown spot, a faceless lurking thief waiting by the window to steal the bag of flaxen serpents- logic’s nakedness alluring, the sentient elapses in to the obscure,like flung paint on the wall of an asylum, round the bend- a familiar remote ancestor along with a nameless tree, hide in the room’s wooden roof, not sinister enough to cover, mind tends to pull out a blase snake with self-doubt,moving under small feet to the shabby civic building to where the football rolled in -hear yells of children-the anxiety of the sweet cookies nonexistent in a dream-wakes you up in an ugly cradle.

wicked prowls

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

the tropic's hot instincts
catalyze erratic dragon flies
to foul amorphous senses
on burned grass and sweat
with cashew’s carnal reek
of oil and dry stale relics
set for shoddy indulgence.
the heat-braving rock’s mirage
trough lonely undulating manliness
to sweat,swathe saltiest strains.
essential vapor fill up cavernous torpor
feminine coils touching dry grass
no music to frustrate vicious
adulterated fetish.
just one speck of a prying vulture
over naked stretches swollen in reheat;
melting desperation trickles down
to nail biting contours
on a silky carpet of dust;
a dog far-off,gasps
under the bridge
over the desiccated river,
when herbivorous cannibals
swallowed sweat,
smelt of sweltering flesh.

a primeval pining

Saturday, December 4, 2010

post meridian tropic sweat soaks,
cloaks, flames in beckoning barns;
naked mounts masked in mud,
madly chewing insensate lust’s stupor;
callused hands mesh a neigh’s gush,
pin in haystacks,hush sighs,
promiscuous shadows shroud sleighs,
flowering shrub’s scrounging spikes,
craving in the symbiotic trails,
intuitive horses wagging tails,
lithe legs shifting stands,
reeking dung, saline tangs,heedless dust,
over and done,in moist,lust,
lidless eyes at ignorant bats, hanging up,
sensing amorous tremors down here..now.

an orgiastic plot

Thursday, November 11, 2010

moths silenced the night,
in the carnal latency
of the factory’s detached light,
cologne melted the moon in transom,
her curls stripped strains of lunacy.
in a blur of smoke of the night-flowering tobacco,
moon- frolics budded, to invasive reeks of carbon,
stoking the hum of the night shift, sighs of grass,
brushing snakes, blushing naked shams,
in shame-drenched marshes, of dripping desires,
a chilly night’s silken claws splintered the limits;
dreams of the unknown spoken by an owl,
deep in the night, fainted in to heedless ears;
madness grew fangs and wings to ascend
to vaporous peaks,in a crescendo
of a howling siren,ending the hum of machines.

The Eternal Flaw

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

slyly sneak in to his vacant work area,
where the redundant poles rest,
(the sun, captive, allowed only partial entry)
jammed, rigid and fallow,
disguised as purpose,
a grand desire,
or a tool,
for the execution
of a picky design,
yes, a fussy format.

his sphere of perfection is
only just close to flawlessness
yet,the inevitable,
callous loopholes,
he is unable to plug;
the glaring built-up defects
are shrewdly manipulated,
as 'reason',
for me to interpret.
the deficiency of a definite conception
finely tuned by the potential thought
“why this way”;
the alternative being his choice.
(for example the poles bear
the brunt of the great oceans,
the sailors and the magnets
hung about breathless and inert,
unable to look at the sun).

(here,caught in the act,
I run behind my shadow,
pursued hotly by
the night’s vested interest,
limited now, again by purpose,
but without reason).

standards are hard to keep,
even for Him
for the self-made rationale
inhibited Him.
then who fashioned all this?
the limited,
option-less,
well defined(so called),
makeshift- Idea.

may be 'I'


Published in lesserflamingo Issue Six March 2010

witness in absentia

Sunday, September 5, 2010

sea, the night; here, the silence in fright,
the roar, bear form, swathe deeps,
swap blue liquid ether, bare,
unseen seer unaware,where
light flicking chill-lathered sighs,
touch feet, leave,return,slither-reach,
serpentine sneaks,choke, edge
of gargantuan liquid’s infliction,
heave grimy licking marine leaches;
props waver,fear feral,
rob, peach parched lip’s salt,
raw gnawing erratic embrace
empty fanatical forsaken wind’s
minute nudges still, shell, yarn minds
cloak skies,lies underneath
sans,sun,earth,ether,time,place,
apiece,missing the presence,then.

squalid senses

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


In the stygian element of the mortal clumps
of slums reeking clumsy urbane pungent,
decay-gutted & mottled below mansions,
cocktail of emissions,clouds and chimneys
carbonated rainbow’s monochrome beams
dulling its way across the marine night air,
broad with stinking backdrops, casting
the aphrodisiacal fakes for steamy straddling sways
flouting the shoddy glassy transoms.
over shades of the tall penitentiary wall,
the moon's fall in to a trough of the cirque,
unleashed horses,speeding sleighs,splashing the heaven,
a trenchant fjord, misty moist down the crevices
of bare streets of feigning sleepers,dreaming,
like an unborn fetus seeking catharsis.

a cheap hotel room

Monday, February 1, 2010
in the after noon, at around 2 PM ,
the slit of the out-of -order windowpane,
brought, heat, dust and a gasoline’s stench.
crossly exchanges in the street corner,
cawing crows on electric crisscrosses,
down the crass,weary sidewalks,
the far-off, old cross, slanting in silence
listening to jarring, blaring horns,
when busty women crossed the road,
in the aftermath of a past night’s rage.
a stagnant creek’s fishy reek hushing
the grinds of the squeaky old cot.
guilty blemishes finding lame excuses,
through your sweat, lust and melt.
the pangs of my despair,
defused by the fangs of your shameless desire;
the walls of the dim chambers, stained by
your graffiti , recklessly smeared
on the buried barricades of my bared vulnerability,
with a dogged vengeance.

the amorous nature

Monday, January 4, 2010
The wind took away the words,
leaving a lisp,
for me to work out from her lips.
her eyes close to mine veiled the sea,
the sun sinking to hide the bare shores,
the silken claws of night breached the deeps,
the waves slitting down the pensive heaves,
shrubs flowered in the nocturne,
drunk with a sensuous cologne,
clouds cloaked a meddling moon.
words this time clung like a moan,
making the roar of the raging sea,to drown.
the hills closed in,
and the skies fell over our remnants,
with a few shells on the rim.

curtained windows

Sunday, December 13, 2009

the blushing ceiling fan
gyrates and takes off
silken slips, gulping the moans;
time, spaced in its
consistent thrust,
unveiling all reflections
in the transparency
of the fleshly frissons below.

Chimera’s Synonyms

Tuesday, October 27, 2009
day burned into black smoke,
over the ground-rot, where cicada
shrieked amid frothy dirt,
under ruined windows,
reeking of aged spirits.
unchaste curves
in the crook of the slippery plot,
swayed with licentious shades,
in the alley filled with arid desires.
trapped mirages made vicious love
in the cellar of my lurid dreams.
indolent murkiness passed on
the aftershocks of the naked rigidness,
penetrating unyielding fantasies;
I heard the sermons,
from beyond the closed doors,
bewailing sperms squandering
away the cool night’s serene silence.

A Depraved Night’s Anecdote

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Stealth walked on your carpet,
tripped over threadbare deceits,
swept under.
thieving night light winked,
at you, wearing jaded genes.
wicked excitement beamed
through windows of decadence,
with indulgent mischief,
as sneaking pleasure got entrapped.

Forbidden Fruition

Friday, October 2, 2009

parched terrains gazed
out of robed attics,
night dissolving to blend
the naked black horse,
with the scent of black colognes,
stirring stifled cravings,
with a coil’s sigh, muffling
the neighs, over the fences,
where stripping snakes unsheathed
in the gaps of deep, curvy, designs;
chaste and aching, feigning inertia,
in rough , stubby refrain,
arid grass biting its indifference,
in to the burning hollows
of freak bargains,
to celebrate a celibate’s ecstasy
in a forbidden fruition.

Nocturnal Omissions

Monday, September 28, 2009

a mutant moon’s sordid prying,
behind murky moist blinds,
bared ruptured penances .
bated breath dithered the flames,
with the sibilant coil's touch;
as lights went off brazen longings.
along the vacant lanes,
silhouetted ruins
of sinuous desires loitered,
near the pane, with parted
red tulips drenched in luscious dew
gnawing at dormant dreams.
dark, amorous facades
unfastened ,unleashing
whiffs of wistful vapors
burning, voluptuousness.
eldritch light deflected off
carnal shadows.
then the blue moon’s prudery
obscured itself into a starless sky,
to become an eclipsed mind.

“These people abstain, it is true: but the bitch Sensuality glares enviously out of all they do”.

The 11 AM syndrome

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The cow’s indolent moo at 11 am
induce multiple yawns,
the time, when lac-reeking envelopes and postcards
arrive at the local post office in my village;
the tea time luckily coinciding with,
to wash down hints of erosive eroticism,
inciting nagging lassitude.
Sounds of music, football, tops and marbles
and moss reeking breeze from the pond,
salvaged the moment’s catch,
at the critical time of 11AM
on a dull holiday,
cached in the hypothalamus.

the immaculate dust


I like the dust on window sills.
I like it more on the windows of an old church,
an abandoned one if there was one.
Dust, the pristine remoteness of its virginity
rests in it’s attribute of ‘untouchability’.
On the altar, the idol,
on the archaic staircases, photographs,
vessels,swords and truth,
a covert uniqueness,
a positive imagination sleeps
covered, and in waiti
ng.

moonlight on the tramp

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The distant lights grayed enough to erase the silhouette of the vagabond. Day -blind owl’s hoots falling on deaf ears. One fifth of his freedom became deafness. The tangible went begging for choices when abstract kept itself seated on a bench, in a nook of the square. Creation loomed beards in indifferent chins while autonomous nerves stomped liberation’s blooms.Knowledge became ‘heartbeats and respirations’. Clang of coins leaving just enough tang on the tongue, winding like vines to fasten tightly around the apparent. Snakes stay put in the holes as fearless wretchedness became freedom’s synonym.
Then the moon came out to shine on the vagabond.

sodden sadness


The drenched crow
sat on a perch,
akin to a cross
least scared of the
crawling shadows of dark,
the torrential pour
in concert with heaving
green waves
brought things to sadden
in twilight,
pecking it’s sodden
uncombed wings.