My Spectacular Spectacle B-)

My spectacular spectacle

Third and fourth of my eyes

I should’ve thanked you even before

But never could I realize this

That you are something external

Not the extension of my

Muscles, fleshes and nerves

Would I thank my own part?

I never did it to any of it.

You are but an aid unavoidable

Without you my life would have been

A pallet of messy paints

I would always encounter

Blurry weirdly images

A mix up of everything grounded

And would die believing

That the world is what I have seen

A mess up of blue, green and brown

I am grateful to you

My spectacular spectacle

For I see this beautiful world

As perfectly as everyone else

Through the twin circles of you

Thank you…

Monstrous

The monster that reside in me

The dark ugly goo

As disgusting as a tick sputum

That never let go of my throat

It’s nothing else but my ego

The hungry devil-side of me

I ditch my conscience like a loather

That was jealous and envied anything fair   

Always manage to stood above

Seeking for the throne and bow

Pretending like a dame

So noble and respectable

It becomes wild and vulnerable

To every inabilities of mine

Showcased as someone else’s ability

That burned the pride from the root

Like a forest fires do

I tried to not feed it

I let it starve for some while

But like a rabid giant

It rush out striving

There never has ever

Discovered any remedy to calm

This harmful disorder

For the infection and the cure

Exist in the same dark cave

Reachable to those who hunt for it…

Paused??

At instance everything around

Seems different than as it is

The smaller ones appear big

And the bigger ones small

A pinch would be required

To draw my instincts back

That may at times be ditching

Pretending to be unexisting

Sometimes I wake up in the hollow

Of phobias that hide in some squares of my head

Like from piles of untouched and dusty papers

I would pull one from in between

To have me immersed in the sea of it

I yearn for reasons to myself

About this hindering posture of mine

Am I playing my part perfect?

Or am I dragging it like elastic

I see no land bulging out

Even though I am rowing it rapid

I pray I don’t end up

Eaten by the starving fishes and whales 

Untouched

I bloomed in the orchard

Where lily’s and lavenders

Blossom every day

Consigning the fragrance

To every putrid nostrils

Bugs flies and insects

Approached the way to me

Through the shrubs and bushes

To plunder my essence

But I closed me inward

Like a mischievous mimosa 

Never letting a touch effect me..

Weightlessness

Lessons that I learned

Is quite all alike

My experiences preached

To the self imposed me

Let it go, let go

It’s the choking knots

That keeps you affix

Tear it break it abandon it

When you are heavy

You are prone to sink

You are likely to fall

So let it go let go

As a wafer in the mouth

As a dancer in the stage

As a bird in the sky

As a leaf in the river

Be lite and let it go…

The Heart Shape Space

The heart shape hollow

At the centre of my chest

Grew like a balloon blown

Wide round and lopsided

I carried it along through nights and days

Like my shadow it remained an unseen part

The air inside it roared the songs

Of an abandoned lover in a pouring rain

                                                                                 

Strangers in the way stared there

As if it looked like a profound well

That gets dim over each ring that extended inward

Strange and confusing as time and space 

My gap in heart, clear and wide

Where only a few to dwell in

Waited in despair and anguish

With an inviting sign of “to let”

Like an old wrecked saloon,

People passed a sneak peek

And I sat in a corner like an

Unshaved somber barber

It took my watch to tick for a long

Till I diagnosed the growing defect

That sized like a hot-air balloon

Hungry thirsty and greedy for love

Love kept sedimenting from everywhere

And the space kept developing   

Like a starving monster

Never giving itself a chance to burp

And finally say NO love any more 

Only You

The idol that’s been placed

Of you inside of me

From since you first appear

Grow fonder and close,

The true essence of you

Like an uncut gem

Keeps it real than the breath that I intake

Stay this way, this true way,

I wish you be the king

Of my kingdom

Ruling me like the lion

Of my afforest,

I like it that way, that very real way

Dominated and controlled

Spin and spoiled

But by you, only you...

Redemption

My kohl clad eyes

Smudged like the dark clouds

Over the bright sun

Shielding its golden rays

That’s just ready to violently rain,

The strands of my ebony hair

Swayed across my face

Shading the black on my cheek

My lips trembled for reasons unknown

And I walked in the drizzle

Trespassing my own conscience,

The stench of the wench

Circled in the air

Like hungry vultures above the dead

I held my breath and tried to run

Then when I see this aurora,

A glare of faith that appeared at the pier

Lost in ages and half rumbled

The line of the path to the end

Grew longer like a python

On passing each broken planks,

My runs turned to float

I suddenly was a lite wisp

Absorbed by the light

To the absolute redemption

The final escape…

Sewage in me..!!

In the dungeon of my heart

I swept it all to a part

My longings my love

And my hilarious desires,

It grow like a weed

Squeezing my skin

Like a parasite that mooch

On my merrily smiles,

I wandered around

Through the lanes congested

For the casket of gold

To which I tried to accommodate it all,

It never stopped over flowing

For it kept multiplied

Like something super growing

And uncontrollable,

I fear for this will break out

And fracture the walls of my heart

Whom should I share it with?

Would one take my used feelings?

I am afraid that I am ought to carry it
Like a mump under my cheek

That would arose awes and

People keep me away out of revulsion…

Depth of Mystery

Life sometimes

Shows up as a bowl of misery

Common eyes are blind

To find the mystery behind

It’s just as a layered gift box

You open one after another

In wearily excitement

Tear it all in self exhortation

But getting closer to it

Becomes an uncertainty

That its depth becomes immeasurable

We live and die

Unknowing the layer

On which we are in life after life

We dive out to the wide space

Only to remain confused

For we don’t know where it begins and ends

We are centered by mysteries

Of different sizes and shapes

That we can only question about,

Accepting the failure

Becomes the only refuge

For teaching the heart to

Let mysteries stay mysterious

And we move on in the truck of ‘now’

Seeing the sights on both sides

And droop in to a short nap

Waking up in someone else lap…