shrive against the soul borne
peste
the sleek winds keening
in tombs the dead are waking
a red masque is waiting
soft underlings demand
their STAE

the dark eye seeks
for echo weeps
the fires of lividity lick
embers to the stars
and the dark ones
shall stretch from
their keep

The winter season, kept all of us waiting for snow,
the temperature was right for it, well below zero.
the chill factor of the wind kept me warm indoors
in my comfortable home with all of its three floors.

As the temperature fell we waited day after day
for the snow to fall which we hoped was on its way.
we hoped the rain would come at any day
as we were ready to see the clouds roll away.

In the quiet of my loneliness
When the stars seem far away
And the light of the moon shines brighter
Than sunlight itself
I find the peace that is you in my solitude

The shadows of darkness dissipate
In the glow of the magic you have left
My empty spaces are filled
With a light that can never be imitated
Or created by anyone else

Why is my love so cliché
The words I truly want to say
Seem to evade and only words
Which already have been said,
Pour into my love numbed head

Standing at the threshold
A reddish ball of fire sets
Brandishing the eastern sky
Peering through my bedroom window
The warmth of heaven falls on my upturned face
On this quiet Sunday afternoon

Dinner is almost done
Corn on the cob boiling on the stove
Topped with one teaspoon butter
Macaroni and ribs kept warm in the oven
As we wait for heavenly brown rice to be cooked
No one wants to drive and get some since we're out

As the sun sets in the west
painting sailors' delight for coming day
I stand atop my back yard's bluff
above the pond as shadows play

Bluff casts a line across the water
dividing the opaque from clear
where fish flicker back and forth
as low-light feeding time draws near

As demarcation line advances
and more of the watery world is hidden
thoughts of mortality invade
filling up my mind, unbidden

When I woke up I smiled at you
you didn't see
when I sat up I saw you there
you didn't sense me
when I thought of you
you didn't know

when all the leaves have left the tree
and all the rivers fill
when birds awake in spring
and flowers ring

and flights of memory take off
to join the throng of joyful dance
on verge of madness

happiness is there to pluck
and yet
you perceive it not

In the belly of our once beautiful nights
Mythmaker’s psychotic fantasies
Has finally brought death to life.
We now cower with religious gadgets
Leapfrogging from one demon’s cursed claws
Only to land into another demon’s poisoned fangs:

it is a puzzlement
my poor judgment in choosing you
as their father

I was young - too young perhaps

princess dreams and magic carpets

pre-schooler in this animation
the hard studies yet to be

but still
how I could've made such a bad call
amazes me, is a perplexity

~

you rarely cared in the few years you were there

and never attempted to make contact
after you left
deserted them

it wasn't that I didn't try

the ink
smudges
off from the
initials I elaborately
designed on my palm
its been a while since I
drew on my skin, as the ink
seeps in I think of you and these
songs playing from these headphones
take me to sacred moments we spent with us
the timeless immortal us, I see myself
fourteen, memories so clear
I see you thirteen and can
still feel you near, your
smile, your eyes, your
smell, in love we fell,
fate, stars and
all the things
unsaid,
so many
poems
about

pulse switch relay
cathode bath delay

depth sought
Aednat
alluvial aura
radiance beam