Music

I could smear into

the sound of flute and drums

that form a euphony

composed by deft fingers and keen ears

Like the sound of sunrise glow

full-moon dusks

and roses’ bloom

And so, blooms my heart

Carefully crafted notes

In which linger the scent

Of the highest

Fiery songs that speak

A thousand languages

Without speaking at all

Like thickened sweet milk and rice

on my tongue

the music pleases

the taste buds of my ears

and then I want to become

and scatter like that fountain mist

The grace filling dawdles,

with my heart singing;

How I wish I could merge

How I wish I could

Hum

Words tangle

And winds fetch

a growling creature.

After me, it runs.

But deep into the labyrinth,

I suspend the hunt.

To stare at the creature

straight in its eye.

The growl then grows into a shy cry.

Shy cry, into a murmur.

To tell me, where my thoughts end,

begins the hum of silence.

Hiss

She hisses and clings to my finger.

A little one is she.

Copper with hints of black and gold,

embellishes her stunning body.

Artfully, she slithers

along the spine

to imbue a burning yet icy taste

of ecstasy.

The stupor in her eyes,

provokes my curiosity,

while her petite mouth harbors

fatal divinity.

Samyama

With your shrill stare,

I wonder if it was the

scorching sword

or molten fire, from your eyes

that poured.

You chauffeured me

across seas of pain and bliss.

My parched mouth made no sound.

Only silent crevices

of inside roared.

No longer were you music

but stormy fire-dance.

Your charring heat,

bleeding into every inhalation

I housed.

The deadly venom you

soaked my breath with,

I shall feed on now.

To burn myself up

before I burn myself out.

Navigation

Between a screaming dense forest

Of yesterdays and tomorrows

Lies an ocean

‘An ocean within a forest?’,

you ask.

Yes, an ocean, ever so still.

To dive, you need no gear

Nor do you need to know how to swim

You’ll see it takes more than swimming

To gleefully drown

in utter silence.

Way to this still ocean

is facile, they say

Yet, many halt to take a nap

But this time around, I am sleepless.

This time around, the body is my map.

And breath, my navigation.

Blossom

A flower, we pray to be,

for the birds and bees.

Mauve or even burgundy

amongst stunning emerald leaves.

Dawn summons the amber sun to peek,

at myriad helpless little buds like me.

In an orchard of apples and bloody berries,

turn us into blooms, we beseech.

Paint

I paint with paint born out of stars

and glitters born out of stardust.

Tenderness for colors conceive paintings,

and devoutness, colors.

A zillion combination of tones,

desert me in an enchanted daze.

A thousand tactics to paint,

but blotches and blots, I embrace.

In dispassion for the ultimate,

I see them turn into gleaming clusters.

The gleam renders me to embrace-

abandonment in abundance!

I paint not what you see.             

I know not what you or I see either.

My abandoned paintbrushes merely wander,

to give birth to my whimsical universe.