Thursday, April 16, 2009

 
IT CAN BE SAID
esspeecee…16.04.09.

It can be said
To her
In fountaining
Rainy dusk to
Douse her mind.

It can be said to her
In glowing desert
After rain
Burnished azured sky
To say
No mind watching us.

It can be said to her
We’re no body
No speech
Only salvos of stupidity
To share between us.

It can be said to her
To be in together in dark of
Inverted saucer
To find stealth
Under the just born dusk sky.

It can be said to her
Matters little
What others call or say
Those reach us not.


It can be said to her
All are futile to say
As there is nothing to say
We’re in us
Not in our own me.


 
KiddyM I Love You
esspeecee…16.04.09.

‘I love you’
Uttered million times
By million ways
With million feelings
By million lovers
With million hopes
Seems so simple
But is it? …So?

When onslaughts
Of reality lash out
When all doors of help
Clamped, closed down,
The entire esplanade
Is spacelees to you
Can I still utter
I love you?

When the warmth
Of youthfulness
Dwindles down that
Mirror fears
To mull you
Can I still utter
I love you?

When your all riches
Wane out
Like melting wax,
But I’m waxing in
Splendorous gloss
Can I still utter
I love you?

When your
Old affair turns gray,
When you’re lost
In lake of limbo
Can I sill utter
I love you?

When all your
Charms of love
Are zigzagged
By jilts and jolts
Can I still utter
I love you?

All my life waited
For your jeweled,
[Now jaded hands]
To give a
Touching fragrance
As mood elevator
Form my breath

Sucking in
Your burns and bruises
My eyes are blanched and burnt
Trickle tears
Down my cheeks,
Scalding and dissolving
My waiting face
Can I still utter
I love you?

Feeling your
Bleached breath
Across the time frame
Under azured, thawed sky.

Pablo Neruda says:
‘Love is brief
Forgetting lasts so long.’
Forgotten love
Is subtle, occult
Flow of river
n ever
That ends never.

Ye -
I say
I love you…
As I loved you
Will love you…
My; O You
Dear KiddyM.




 
IT HAPPENED
esspeecee…02.04.09.

It …happened…
Why happened…?
When happened…?
Where happened…?
How happened…?
But happened!
Knows who?

Sea gull, Skylark, Albatross
My fellow travelers
Questing for answer
Will they get it?



Monsoon cloud clusters
Playing at dizzy-woozy horizon
I’m feeling very loner
Soliloquizing: O my sorrow
Have patience.

Lovers of my pains
Quiver soft, azure lips
and beaks
To express my pain
As their romance points.


With galore of
Perfumes, colors
Re-vibrating euphony
I savor loneness
Soliloquize: O my sorrow
Have patience.









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