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The Madman, "Yes, three days, three centuries, three aeons. Strange they would always weigh and measure. It is always a sundial and a pair of scales."

Monday, March 26, 2012


I knew there was a God up in the sky
The moment I laid eyes on your pretty eyes...

They pulled out and cast away all my sorrows;
My most holy saviour,
Now whenever they call, I magically follow.

They draw my gaze
Like the midnight sky drunk after monsoon rain,
Blue but gray,
Primeval but fresh.
I must try to look away
And yet...

Like a lunatic obsessed with butterflies,
My head buzzes with songs of beauty and praise.
Like a nun at the feet of a saint, looking for salvation
I'm smitten, I'm awe-struck.
Hopelessly in love,
I'm just amazed...

Just amazed at how
I could lie here forever, stoned;
But I must write this down
And make my condition known.
How your eyes have cast an intoxicating spell!
How I'm smitten, I'm thrilled!
How hopelessly in love I am,
I can't tell!

How it's driving me insane
The thought of telling you,
"You have the prettiest eyes"
Again and again,
And again...


I have decorated the door with lights, did you see?
The way is laden with strewn petals for your feet,
Every approaching noise rings my held heart beat;
I'm tad eager, waiting for you...

Songs of hope, longing, passion, loving, I'm humming
Every second thought warns of a disaster coming
I can see you walk away, my cold floor angrily drumming.
I'm wee bit nervous, waiting for you...

Are my hopes too high for the evil grasp of fate to reach?
Is this the day when you and I, together we finally defeat
The forces of doom that play me, pull me down from beneath?
My joy is unhindered, waiting for you...

I have waited for ages now, second after painful second to see
To see if my hopes trump what I've learned thus far in my story
That nothing hurts more than beautiful, crazy, stupid dreams.
Once again I hoped for unattainable joys meant not for me
Once again I slipped from this high cliff that feeds the anonymous sea
But this time I didn't lose you; this time it's me.
This time it's killed me- waiting for you.


As I sit here
And pour my gaze
Into those sea blue eyes,
I sense the vocabulary
From my stream of thoughts
Drying up.
Left flowing around are
Pure euphoric feelings
And wild emotions,
Jumping, falling, rolling,
Filling my imagination
With a blissful chaos
Like dolphins performing their dance of joy
In the Pacific sun.

Don't turn away from me your eyes;
They are now
The source of renewed life
For my parched soul.
They are the 'saaqi'
Filling my cup
With sweet, inebriating nectar.

Oh, exotic addiction!
Your eyes will be my undoing.


Verses I weave- applauded.
For want of your nod.


Half awake images flash by,
When the sunlight knocks on my bed
To stir my mind in sleep,
Of snowflakes melting in my hair,
Of sea surf kissing my feet,
Of kids laughing uncontrollably,
Of horizons where sands and sky meet,
Of baby bears tumbling after their mummy,
Of drops of dew sparkling preciously...

And my first thought is of you
And how you made me feel;
That feeling I would welcome again;
But you?
Not really!


The night is past,
Passed in your thought;
Now as this vermillion Sun rises
And my own violet consciousness sets,
I wish,
The wonders that are about to flood my dreams
May fill your days too.


I pull
And drag the smoke inside,
Look at all these lives
And realise
Why every baby
When comes here, cries.

Another drag
And I say to myself
What the hell!
Babies cry because that's what they do.


Thoughts come
In the nook of my conscious,
Not long enough


Two streams of water...
...And one of wine...
Floating with clouds.
...Quench my poetry-thirst.


...Or not;
I cannot stop asking.
I cannot.

What must I pass
to pass?-

My mind is a bird
That beats and beats
That will not reach stars.

After hours of reminiscing
In the corner,
It jumps up
And begins to dig
...And dig
To find
And more sand.
So to its corner it returns
And reminisces some more.
Then gets up
And fills the hole.
Only to dig it
Once more.
What was before?
What comes after?
What is now?
...Or not;
I cannot stop asking.
I cannot!

Life is too long
Death is too far.
I am too curious.


Lightning struck
The Eden of my dreams.
My world burned
In Infernal fury,
Leaving behind
A cold desert
Filled with
Dark sooty
Where my Spirit roams,
Beyond repair.


They call me,
"Tomorrow will be a long day."

I must catch some sleep
But the night enchants me.

The song of the moon I hear
Like her cool voice was-
Magical light all around me.
The wind blowing in gusts
Like her passionate eyes blinked-
Blowing me away.
Every street flooded with dreams
Like her hopes for tomorrow-
Tugging at my feet.
The darkness quietly engulfing everything
Like her arms embraced me.
Holding my soul in peace.

"Tomorrow will be a long day."
To make it through
I must see her tonight.
So I let the night take me
It is all I have left of her.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Black tattoo on body of gold,
Horns like warrior swords,
Gentle demeanour,
Gentler eyes...

The tigress draws back
Then strikes.


The wishing well
Sat proudly on top of the hill,
Wearing veins of emarald weed and cement ring,
Flaunted stately bricks adorned with pashmina moss
And offered algae flavored water to drink;
Lush lay the carpet of grass for those visiting
And courtly branches for the chirping courtesans to sit in.

She was beautiful,
A vain god
And why not?
She made wishes come true
With just a penny or two!

Puffing like a rusty steam engine,
I entered her scented abode,
Bowed my allegiance,
Flattered her court,
Dropped my coin,
Made my wish
And back to my rot i strode.
"Good luck with turning my luck",
I said,
"You misleading whore!"


At dawn,
The sun shall shower upon you
What I feel for you tonight.


A step
And back;
Maybe tomorrow...

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


A little more and it'll be done,
A little more and I'll have learned,
Thus to myself I lie.