Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Cosmic Poets Grief

I am a blue eyed
poster boy of pain
a comatose heart
dead brain
although she
has removed me
from her hearts list
within my cosmic
soul she is ingrained
the damage is already done
outside her locked doors
of destiny I remain
will she take me in
will she not take me in
my thoughts
of guilt and betrayal
on a higher plain
she is more poetic
than I am sensitive
humane
she had to do
what she had to do
I have no reason
to complain
as I walk
on embers of fire
once again
a swish of a
saber
from the
scabbard
of her artistry
her silence
her speechlessness
without restrain
a cosmic
poet slain
falling
in love with her for real
emotions he did not feign
lost time will not explain
it is better to have
loved and lost
in a prosaic world
morose and mundane
memories on
my consciousness
of a deleted dew drop
I retain
a lost poodle
searching
for his mistress
with the collar and chain

Love Is A Sweet and Bitter Pill

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because
it might hurt
you more than me
i have decided
not to stand
glass eyed
beneath
your window sill
poetic love
has lost its thrill
with your silence
you did kill
when I questioned
you on your
speechlessness
you said
it was Allahs will
with pain
my soul instilled
on the corridors
of my consciousness
over spilled
a dreamer
at your door
with your dreams
unfulfilled
making a mountain
of a dunghill
at end of the day
the score is nil

love is a sweet and bitter pill
an empty pail of water
no jack and jill

Once Upon a Time Not Long Ago

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she was a full
bodied cute boy
a thought
you might
not know
but as a girl
she wanted
to grow
nubile
passionate
sensual
into the river
of a mans
heart flow
she transformed
her body
like a beautiful
flamingo
pouted lips
curved eyebrows
eye liner eye shadow
a heaving chest
more to show
yes a diva presto
dancing like
a dream angel
on her toes
to gain her love
men came to blows
libidinous old men
lecherous lewd men
would not let her go
but she was searching
for a dreamer who
lived beyond the rainbow
within the silhouette
of a scarecrow
a wacko and a weirdo
it was him
her souls poetry
her shadow
his picture
she kept
beneath her pillow
but he was in love
with a woman
a whispering weed
in the land
of the pharaoh
free boundless
enigma -like
someone elses
sparrow



All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Poets Are Born Losers in Love

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tried and found guilty as charged...?

like a mad bull into
the porcelain pillars
of your heart i barged
your silence
your anger
your speechlessness
my soul recharged
now you have the
upper hand
you win
from the
bower of your
spectral light
a poet dismissed
discharged

a picture captured
as poetry
but cannot
be enlarged

Forgive Me I Have Sinned

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following her
shadow
like a canine
to possess her
in the
caverns
of my desolate
heart
i pine
every time
i come online
she belongs
to my poetry
but she is
not mine
my hopes
barefeet
on a decline
only love
can make
water
into wine
a damsel divine
approachable
after nine
her deadline
she is coy
she is feline
adding
missing
words
to my poems
lifeline

This was a poem I wrote called Love Online a long time back before I became a victim of my delusions and lost illusions

updated
27 April 2010

she wears a mask
a poetess benign
it is her silence
that kills mine
speechless
pursued
by this
poet swine
like a speck
of dust
i kiss her
hemline
as she tramples
my soul
walking
barefeet
on my spine
Cleopatra like
serene divine
a sphinx
almost a shrine
older than history
her bloodline
very feline
like a creeper
to her destiny
i am entwined

the path
to her
heartless heart
i still cant find
yes cosmic
love has made
me blind
a karmic passion
swift streamlined
online love
spectral light
kissing
the shadow
of her neckline

forgive me
i have sinned
i took you for
granted
my fate
quartered
slaughtered
pinned
the flesh
was willing
the soul
thick skinned
from afar
cupid grinned
a broken arrow
my ass skinned
one sided
online love
caught
in a cross wind

The Birth Of A Hijra

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he may have been
a beautiful boy
is all i can say
games
the other boys
were famous for
he did not play
perhaps
he liked
his sisters doll
as it came his way
or his sisters dresses
that he envied
secretly tried
them each day
the birth of the hijra
a game replayed
leaving his home
changing his destiny
the hijra became a
nubile goddess
on her dainty feet
dancing away
on the edge
of a razor blade
doing ballet
body made
of honey
feet made
of clay
new lovers
new hopes
dawned
where she
stayed
under the bough
of moonlight night
love that
they made
every night
she cries
to god
she prays
when old age
will come
destroying
her beauty
like a deathly
sting ray

one of the reasons
why the hijras
do not celebrate
their birthday

A Shia Bloggers Back

I had scourged severely , I had used the sword too, but they pulled it from my hand thereby accidentally cutting my tendon , I thought it was a small cut but the next day on my way to Mumbai in the train it turned gangrenous , blue my blood sugar was 500 and from that day I became insulin independent , luckily I did not have to amputate my right hand ..

My right hand is completely damaged , now in the shape of a cobras hood , that has however endeared me to the Naga Sadhu and My Naga Guru Vijay Giri Maharaj of Juna Akhada and an Islamic scholar too.


I type with one finger and all my blogs are the gift of an index finger of the damaged right hand.

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