My Kind Of Beautiful...

...Then once I saw
From your eyes
Flew a blinded
Butterfly
Blithely went it
Through the valleys
Settling to my
Lonesome sky...

Some faded petals
Were my offerings
My garden had
No rose to keep
It wreathed an iris
In my diaries
Placed a dew
On my tulips...

For many moons
It sought the dawn
Its lively wings
Soon turned too bleak
I heard my autumn
Chorus fading
Into cold of
Wintry shrieks...

Though once a now
Till every then
Some wandering doves
Would soar afar
Let’s cross them by
With worlds aside
Here I am still
For there you are...

And how I wished
To touch your shores
Swaying to where
The ocean roared
Yet rather would I
Remain silent
This moment mine
Is ever yours…

For now your arms
Are open wide
Breathe in a smile
For wind to steal
I’d catch it still
From once a dream
For you know now
What was my real...

And flew that blinded
Butterfly
From beneath a
Lonesome sky
Blithely went it
Through the valleys
Quietly setteled
To your eyes...


+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+
From the blessing of a love
That is not bound to whys
Through the remnant of a happiness
That makes no sound to lips
Until the memory of a peace
That is not found to freedom...

To my beautiful...

The Tale Of Retard From Hell And Slumbered Angel…

Beyond the clouds of darkest sky
Above the stellar heights
A little north then south to east
Then left to west then right
Where mortal eyes can never reach
With blur upon their sight
There shines a thing of brightest dim
And looms aloof at night…

“A divine spark from dark of hell”
Said one deity to me
Although, the great abysmal pit
Would slightly disagree
According to demonic texts
Written on hellish tree
That thing’s the grave of one demon
A jolly-good one was he…

No one knows who his parents were
Neither from whence he came
‘Tis said satan found him when child
And had his soul to tame
Gave mantra of the sickly kind
Which brought him highest fame
Did all the sins whenever mad
Hence retard was his name…

In those days heaven used to be
Neighboured beside abyss
Because of clashes among Gods
There was a ground amidst
Once every full-moon they’d gather
And after blissful treats
Angelic and demonic troops
Would fight there vis-a-vis…

It was one of those fighting nights
And all the troops were ready
Waiting upon the nick of go
Bended they stood quite steady
But the demonics could not start
Because retard seemed fled; he
Was ‘sposed to lead them in their fights
And wasn’t found, instead he

Was seen beside a lonesome bed
‘Tis been some weeks he’s there
Where played heavenly symphony
And lived a beauty, fair
Breathing she was with smile on face
But never opened stare
Thus wondering stood he till she wakes
For some words to be shared

And ‘tis for her he’s forgetful
‘Bout his demonic oaths
Then once inside that darkened room
On heaven’s level, fourth
At that night she suddenly woke
And met the eyes of both
With throbbing heart and desperate blood
Looking at her, he quoth,

“Beg pardon, dear, forgive me if
I woke you up from slumber
Your beauty matches with no witch
And nymphs are all outnumbered
Whose eyes these are upon my face
Shining like purest ember
With fire to burn my soul within
For ever to remember?”

*Heaven’s design I look after
With closing of my glimpse
My eyes play visions when asleep
To better heaven’s themes
Waking once every new year, I
Let Gods know of my schemes
An angel I’m, Dreamy’s the name
And my job is to dream*

“Dreamy, I’m thankful you replied
And answered my enquiries
It’s been some weeks searched for your name
To write upon my diaries
Hope from my end you would accept
This flower from my empire, it’s
A white tulip that smells like rose
And turns into red iris”...

*A devil you appear to me
Still you are quite well-spoken
At first methought a ghost you were
But glad my sleep was broken
For I was tired of all my dreams
Feels nice to be awoken
So, worry not if woke me up
And thank you for your token*...

“You’re quick to recognize me, dear,
Throughout hellfire I swam
Bearing face of the highest beast
I feast with fallen lambs
My evils know the least of good
And wrists have Gods to damn
They call me retard, since I’ve been
Thus I’ll be for I am...

My evils knew the least of good
Until I saw your face
And felt an unknown change within
With a strange loneliness
Perhaps I wish some times with you
If you’d allow, unless…”
*Fear not retard for to your words
My answer will be - YES*…

And what to say, what magical
Moments were then occurred
Gods were clapping, showering with flowers
While flew the whitest birds
Though mortal ears still disbelieve
But trust me on these words
This was the first of divine nights
With love that no one heard…

Lord satan was busy for hell
And sipping fetid rum
Soon he was informed ‘bout this tale
Through lustrous witches’ hum
“Disgrace to hell”, all demons quoth
With beating on their drums
So, satan summoned him quickly
In his horrid sanctum

Unfound was retard, lost he seemed
Upon his angel’s lap
Surrounded by the whitest doves
Listening cherubic rap
Angry at such lord satan thought
Of bringing them mishap
His army chloroformed retard
And angel was kidnapped...

Waking from that abrupt attack
Retard grabbed thunderbolts
Then once upon a comet’s ride
Circled the hellish vaults
With temper hot as demon’s fire
Started fatal assaults
The heaven’s gates heard frequent blasts
While hell began to jolt…

Bleeding in feet and hand and chest
Still retard showed his swings
For forty nine days he brought hell
Upon hell’s everything
Then suddenly he saw angel
Fainted she seemed and stringed
To a tree on the battleground
Towards her hasted wings...

Though not a single word she said
Despite sufferings forborne
Her eyes still sought with hopeful dreams
For their own world to dawn
Freeing her off the chains, retard
Consoled the dreads were gone
Picked angel up to fly away
Somewhere to skies beyond...

Satan was there behind a bush
Planning his twisted plot
Armed with the fearful sinful spear
Which even Gods would rot
Wherever the targets might be
To dodge it they cannot
Aiming at those two in the sky
Made the satanic shot

Piercing their hearts that spear went
Making its deadly wounds
And then beneath that mournful eve
Upon the battleground
From middle sky, there fell those two
Where silence still resounds
And ever since, that sinful spear
Was never to be found

Upon hearing this saddened tale
The Gods were breathing sighs
Heaven was closed for thousand days
While all the angels cried
A crystal covering they all made
‘Round that abandoned isle
Protected by blessings of Gods
And lights of paradise…

And many stars have passed since then
In kingdom of Almighty
There have been suns and moons and such
Of numerous variety
Whenever looking in the sky
With sob of my sobriety
I search that light of brightest dim
To lessen all anxiety…

So, that’s the same old lesson here
To wrap this crazy tale
With lovely touch of the angels
The demons can be well
Still shines the thing from boundaries
Of paradise and hell
Remember, it’s the height of love
Where those two lovers fell…

Madness Unclassified...

And then she asked, "oh why oh why
From my life you can't just be through?
Ovr'ly stubborn, insane you ain't
And who I am, you never knew;
This is not love, not even hate
With reason I could find no clue...
What good it did to your own life
It seems you don't know what you do
So, go back to from where you came
For I won't even talk to you"...

...And my naive vagrant unleashed
Searching for the whitest lilies
And he roamed and he roamed
For the moon for your seas
Through the venuses of heaven
Like the mars from abyss
Until finally returned home
Bearing my phantom of melancholy...
Then from my once peering diaries
Fell a lonely iris
My tongue still numbed of the tulip kisses,
When my rose meant nothing...
And my rose meant nothing...

ForI was surprised to see you by a mosque
Raising hopeful wrist on white salwar
And I danced, like the king
Of butterflies
Beneath your throne of infinite
And I smiled,
And I cried,
And I fell,
And I died...
Ever felt me, my beautiful?
The sun that nightly shone
Still whispered your name
And I peered across my lost January moon
That hovered over an april grave...
To the lip of my yes-like face
I found no tongue
To the shriek of my no-like face
I found no word
And thus I remained, silent,
From my first bone of eternity
Until the last skull of God
For my God meant nothing...
And my God means nothing...

Beloved,
I am not of a prophet
To verse you the Books
And I am not of a poet
To praise you the cliches...
A wanderer I am
Wondrously strayed
Across myriad miles of misty minarets
Until you shelter me as your lover
And my rebellious luggage
Is stuffed with emerald myths
That await you, the queen for my sapphires
Crowned upon my amethyst madness;
For your highness,
I know not what else to do,
While raising my faithful sleeves
I could only wish for you,
For I mean nothing...
And I mean nothing...

Rant Of Faces...

I wake daily from awakening and see
My face through the mirror that reflects me
And although my face it never beholds
Draws a face for me everyday and folds
Myself to me and there becomes my I
Of the selfsame face for my joys and cries
And this face I wear is that face I wore
Unbound to truths and lies, it's simply pure
Then out to streets there are people to meet
One face, two face, many faces to greet
Each face out there are those faces that speed
To their dreams and hopes from their wants and needs
And just like me they have faces I own
Still through walk of life, dreadfully alone
As day ends, I return to home, and yes,
My face of the morn is now gone, faceless
At night I realise that the face I wore
Was better off hidden inside the drawer
For my face in mirror now wears a mask
And staring at me it silently asks,
"That face and this are the faces you keep
Tell me, what face you'll be wearing asleep?"

Eternia...

Thus I remain, a naive vagrant, to her absolute
Absconded across myriad miles of misty minarets,
Migrating with flambeau held aside imperious doom…
Embellished to rocks and caves and axes
Emerald myths stuff my rebellious luggage;
Nightly still, tented by ripples and edges I probe
Zenith of worlds until the last skull of god…
Allusion could fetch me mirage yet be grounded
Restless I am, after fields after seas after skies -
Alone, to surrender upon her infinite splendour…

Reasons To Insanity...

...For a twilight vale unfolds
From dawning of your skies
Passing through miles of cold
To where autumn can rise
Though summer dusts have rolled
When spring was breathing sighs
If you I can’t behold
Then blinded be my eyes...

...For a dimming sun’s fainting
From bright of moon afar
Reeling with dreams, acquainting,
To where sleep lives unbarred
Though shadows won’t be tainting
When midnights fray through blur
If your worlds I’m not painting
Then darkened be my stars...

...For a bleeding pigeon’s fleeing
From shores of loneliness
Searching a land of freeing
To where the heavens bless
Though evils win my being
When angels lose their place
If your face I’m not seeing
Then death be my embrace...

...For a dust fills my soil
From beds of destined slots
Lying with thieves and royals
To where my corpse shall rot
Though with the Gods embroiled
When with you I am not
If this life I have spoiled
Then maddened be that thought...

...For a red rose is blooming
From garden of your dew
Wreathed to jasmines, perfuming
To where a tulip grew
Though black orchids are zooming
With thorns upon their view
If to you I’m not grooming
May bouquets not renew...

...For a ballad is glancing
From walls upon my stare
Tumbling with pure romancing
To where a duet’s shared
Though feet may stop advancing
When I’m breathing your hair
If tuned to you I’m dancing
Then blessed be my prayer...

...For all I have is a poem
From mem'ry of your time
When I'm not chanting your name
Then silent be my rhymes...

Demonise...

Nameless to your lips;
Penning rhyme of mindless verse,
Inkless words to scripts...

Endless hell to roam;
Seeding wraiths from heaven’s curse,
Nursing catacombs...

Breathless to elites;
Clenching death upon my fists,
Headless Gods on feet...

Heartless to the most;
Bearing flesh of highest beast,
Listless lust of ghosts...

Lifeless to your view;
Dimming beam from flaming eyes -
Sightless, lashes sewn...

Hopeless, maddened spine;
Sinning edge to sacrifice
Myself like a swine...

Faithless, desolate;
Counting fall of straying stars
Destined to my fate...

Soulless, demonised;
Bleeding my veins for your heart -
Such lovely demise...

Lonesome Rant...

I ink my words
With blood,
Taken from
The pouring shards
Of my glass-sharp heart,
And feel
With every tacit tear
That sears a trail
To the corners
Of my frowning lips...

And I realize
That when I'm staring
Myself down in a mirror,
Eternities from now,
Wondering when
My skin decides to riot
With weakened wrinkles,
I'll see my name engraved
In every worming dust...

[And it isn't that
I won't recall
Every waiting glance;
It's just that I don't think
It'd be any easier on me
To see you passing by
With my eyelashes
Dusted off]...

I bet I could jump
A million moons
And still wind up
With emptiness in my eyes...
Yet you never
Seemed to be
As close as
You did,
When you wore an eye
That only I could feel...

And the distance
That you put forth
To keep your hands
From mine
Never seemed
To be so huge
For I never wanted
To watch you leave;
I'd much rather be dead...

[And it isn't that
You're only one
Small thought away;
It's just that I know
I could reach out my arms
To hug the universe,
Yet I'd still be blind
If I could never see
Your face again]...

I remember
Less and less
Of how it was
To be loved by you;
Even as
I remember
So very vividly
Why it was
I fell for you
In the first place...

And all the prayers
Of memory,
That once were raked
So neatly,
Travel further from
My veranda
With every day
We spend apart...

...[For it isn't that
My memories
Don't usually put
A smile in my heart;
It's just that I don't know
If I can be
Myself without you any longer]...

Midnight Rants...

Instilling remnants of moon
from midnight departure...
Rest of the underbelly of society
is sleeping into existence...

Some lost dreams,
over my parable of nightmares,
float hypnotically while
ashes move in the room,
and one trunk of verses
want to swirl up thru smoke...

Mine eyes have wondered
when did light
string me off from slumber?
When did every city, town, hamlet
go crazy by the moonlit edges?

Watching the sky so long
eyes are wondrously blinded;
Nodding trees sway their heads,
swelling distant vistas...
And over the night,
under the night,
with thousand and thousand sparks from darkness,
the sun is lost somewhere for dawn...

Would you believe
I lost myself
long ago
within your eyes?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With head weary of thoughts,
I gaze deep into The Book;
Somewhere its silent folds
An indistinct fiction
Secretly sustains the truth
Within pages of ageless intent...
Line by line
It slices deeper into mind,
Piercing thru some theory of everything...

And there
In one brief blink of existence
I sat dumbfound,
Loyal to the listless faith
For nothing ultimately mattered,
Except for those peering words
That cannot be hoarded
Or eroded by time,
As I thought of the believers,
Uttering their noises
From within the boundless walls
Of conscious fortune...

Yet all too quickly
Only shards of doubt
And bits of unfathomed thought
Were left...
Crumpled and untouched;
By breath of The Highest God,
That only the living could still believe;
What poet or philosopher
Ever endured
To embroider
Such moment?

As I kissed The Holy -
Obediently nodding to tradition,
Prone to prayer -
It stated to itself:
With each sight of light
The Worlds flicker
As the faithless sinks deeper
Into nothingness
Of everything else,
Relieved of ears, eyes, tongues;
While faith within faith
Stretch to splendour beyond...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How many times, my love,
Has night covered my earth?
Can’t remember...
I wonder alone,
And only silence keeps
My distant voice you have heard -
No one complains like me word after word after word after word...

I make the lips a whistle
And make the poetry a tongue
Only to gather cursed responses
Returning to my complaints
And though I was listening and listening,
From destiny and fate -
I wasn’t familiar with such echo in wait after wait after wait after wait...

...Until a shadow appeared
With a face I knew once a long ago
And then I saw from two quivering eyes,
From that same once a long ago sky,
Float a versi-coloured butterfly
While I smiled and I cried...
And eternity took flight
And the future fell away
And though the past was losing view -
Memories came filled with you after you after you after you...

Tonight I do not sleep,
I do not wake,
I do not live,
I do not die;
The full world's asleep now,
In the yawn of my yes-like mouth,
There is no lip;
In the yawn of my no-like mouth,
There is no tongue...
Lost in the silence of space and time -
As I roam thru sky after sky after sky after sky...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Numb walking beneath the thunder of infinite
Where life flourishes like plastic in forgotten gardens,
Green yet violet when the seasons bloomed -
Dreary and weary now, of dream and drama...
Liquid colours drifting on branches
By rainy remnants,
Brick-coated shiny plates of thirst
Wave strategies of movements -
Tormented by moonlight
Lit by midsummer neon’s temptation
In vertigo, living brief in lullabies of passing cars,
As the nights walk choking
Across pouring highway...

The sky falls grand and full of misery;
Hide shadows beneath leafs
Like born to lamp-post
In the flesh of twisted trees
Where sins of storm and mist
Move thru pictures of victims
Like torn origami puppets
Cut from neglected strings
While liquid dark lights flash by,
Playing wet smile and suicide of innocence...
Walking faceless, watching phantoms
Within hypocritic landscapes...

Somehow, how not sure, ended up at the end of the street -
Alone and tired, oh my shadow,
Do the rain still feel me?
I am no one;
Walking in black track,
Walking wracked
Like those actors cracked on bad luck,
Nothing more than the verge of sidewalk,
Less is to be less of me...
The signs on the walls glimmer in gothic red,
Spraypainted with hands of gentrification,
With lights peeling off neo-multi-story
Buildings paint my reflection on pulsing flash
Somewhere this side of city...
Walking in black track,
Walking wracked,
I am no one and I want no pity...

...For I am just an October boy
Praying beneath the madly moon by the last of June,
Lost over one foreign grave,
Standing by one here,
[Like there is always the death...]
Routing the strayed tour off home,
[Like there is always the home...]
Thinking of a girl I love,
[Like there is always a girl...]
Fumbling on me...
[Like there is always the me...]

...And my memory falls away...

...And I cannot breathe...

...And oh my shadow,
LO!
I
Am
Not
Breathing!
Yet
It
Feels
Like
I AM!
Are
You
Breathing,
Oh
My
Shadow?
Oh
How
I
Wish
For
A
Flicking cigarette...

Well,
Where does it end, begin -
This insanity?
No way in, out thru these black exits stretching further...
I am like the sheeps who go to sleep
Trapped in artificial sorrow;
Dreaming in telly,
In the silence of electric lambs,
Living Jesuses
Living Mohammeds -
Just to bleed their crosses and stones over my palm and head...
But the streets are still wet and cold,
Where my body sleeps like the Gods, roams like the devil;
Running,
Less running,
Less walking,
Less standing,
Less crawling...

...Dead and desolate by the breath of dusts...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I let my hand scribble across withered bloom
With fingers pointed at embarrassed petals
And over the roses, under the roses
Tulips speak to me like an unsung majnoon;
Surrendering to the thorns that stab me
I bleed to the core for a dryless dew
To give you the promise of an unfound flower
That scents the words of eternity...

I let my ears sweep across wandering offspring
With my lobes piercing thru their sprawled palms
And over the city, under the city
Youth cries to me without motherly handkerchief;
Surrendering to its shrieks that deafens me
I chant melody of the Holy
To give you the lips of faith
That smiles upon the hopeless innocents...

I let my feet demonise across the streets
With dusts hitting on mine eyes
And over the highway, under the highway
Autumn comes to me shrouded in darkness;
Surrendering to its leafs that harasses me
I detour to the fancy of your mirage
To give you the whisper of forgotten doves
That wings over thirsty miles of spring...

I let my eyes voyage thru the skies
With head downcast and folded in thoughts;
And over the shadows, under the shadows
Oblivion sits to me as a nightly guest;
Surrendering to its wave that engulfs me
I pick the bits of visions from thousand last nights
To give you the duet of midnight dreams
That spreads on tomorrows of all yesteryears...

And there,
Boredom got tired of my darkness,
Until insanity went crazy of my madness,
Until sadness complained of your silence,
Until creation wondered at my loneliness...

And from that lone vast of existence,
This poor, pathetic me could only pick up
A word -
For the heart has come from the tongue;
A lip -
For the ear has come from the song;
A whisper -
For the story has come from the Gods
A duet -
For the passion has come from the odds...

And that passion lurks in my veins like a murderer -
Committing arson, shattering music;
Skulking in my every cell, every blood
To paint red alerts from borders after borders after borders...
And when it comes forth
Even the Gods would cry out for mercy...
And thus I live in madness divine -
Break the spine of my devil and watch me healed,
For no one can feel what it’s like for me to feel...
Give me Ismail and I rebuild the holy-black-cube for pilgrimage;
Give me Musa and I dry the oceans from my cane;
Give me Daud and I kill for wisdom;
Give me Issa and I breathe life into clay-wings;
Give me Mohammed and I swap the rocks for my body...

And yet,
From that mad vast of existence,
I would still pick up
That word,
That lip,
That whisper,
That duet -
All for you...
All on a fresh new page...
All from a brand new draft...
All in a grand new binding...
All wrapped up for a life-longed dawn...

That’s all,
That’s all I can give to you...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Thirsty Miles...[Of Somewhere And Such]...

Where dimming distance is the only kind
Of parallel my longing sight can meet,
These feet turn too large for somewhere to find,
Still sitting lost by lone and heated street...
Where drying feathers roam to soak their shifts,
To such fleeting quest place my lowly eyes;
Sublimed on branches, broad oblivion drifts
Still, blazing through glimpses of leafy skies...
Where shadows get tired of their tangling node,
Fainting from this body for fresher air;
In silence I may fall all weary-toed,
Still the roads would echo- somewhere...somewhere...
...There, by the dusts that wait for soothing rain,
...At my end of your miles, I will remain...

Helix To Madness...

Mind strapped upon mind in fickle matrix,
frisking random cluster within thoughts;
dismissing timely duration -
fixation tweaked utterly,
balanced perilously,
seized radically
to waddle up,
swaddle down
looping
grounds...

Yes,
it irks
me to think
I am a twist
of whimsy-circle;
perched on tilted turns to
curve phantasmagoria,
by clawing every hoop and gap
with lacking hub to resemble me -
only to peak about coiling hollow...

To Two Magical Eyes...

Beloved,
Should these words chance to pass your glimpse or whisper through your distant ears; then know, standing this lonesome seam I ink the drops of tacit tears; while drawing shadows of your dreams on tomorrows of all yesteryears...

In times when Summer merged with Spring and Fall stood still to reach its height; I wondered what might future bring through stormy days and rainy nights and drew the colours of your Autumn wings when Winter paled my fragile sight...

When one desert greeted endless sunrise, my kingdom shined with ruinous rays; there vultures noshed my veins to dry, by countless corpses found my place; swaddled in dust ‘neath cloudless skies, long miles of cactus pierced my face and drew the sea of your mirage-eyes to drench the sigh of wilderness...

Once twilight shot stars on haunted shire and shadows took abysmal turn; by the branches where every leaf breathed fire, the thirsty valleys had their throats to burn; birds broke their nests by floral pyre by nodding trees had my prayers begun; to the call of heaven raised mine eyes higher and drew your rays in the last of sun...

That eve when I went to a florist’s tent, she showed some flowers not seen before; with waxed out petals, their thorns were waned yet unmatched to the shade you bore; though myths would say roses were meant to ever last for evermore; beside those bouquets of withered scent, I drew your name in a tulip’s core...

My brain’s not of the wisest men, nor wealthy cottons suit my skin; faceless, alone, worthless, insane, I wander planets of your sheen; through plains of Arab, China, Spain - searching for you each place I’ve been*** and may forgo all treasures when your galaxy’s for me to win...

And now, when I chanted loud your name, one ballad smiled on dancing lips; to the steps of sonnets this far I came, one trunk of verses filled my grip - 
Beloved,
I may not offer the best of poems
yet they are all for you to keep...

Madman Quoth...

Bleed the brain, my friends;
I may lie in sanity
when none comprehends...

Rhapsody Of Madness...

...And that was many suns ago
Beneath the dusk of stellar scripts
With fading stench of heaven's flow
And splitting of abysmal pits
Where rays the first of divine shows
And frays tortured solar eclipse
I watched your glows walk to and fro
To shine upon my silent lips...

...And many noon have faded soon
Beneath the wait of dimming beams
While sharing wine with boozy loons
As strippers danced upon my glimpse
Where seraphs play magical tune
To gratify their sickest schemes
I raced for boundless miles to moon
To catch the shadows of your dreams...

...And that was through garden of eves
Beneath the tease of pensive youth
While teaming with lechers and thieves
Gargoyles stood for impish-cahoots
Where nymphs await with lustrous sleeves
Until the mightiest dilutes
Shielded with thorns and clover-leaves
I broke arrows 'lil Cupid shoots...

...And that was through a twilight vale
Beneath the spread of nightly fire
With tearing of forsaken gale
Upon the dark of haunted shire
Where witches hum their wicked spells
To fume the dust of sacred pyre
I kissed the perfume of your smell
And doleful breeze of sins expired...

...And then it flowed from swooning oceans
Beneath the merge of orbits' height
With stray of stars in ceaseless motion
Upon the verge of thunderous sky
Where wizards roll with whole devotion
To poison soulful spirits' flight
I drank the blood of virgins' potion
And heard fading of saintly sigh...

...And that was endless wintry scents
Beneath the spread of vulture wings
With bowing bones of forked serpents
Upon the hunt of longing Springs
Where oozing dust of Autumn went
Through romping storm that Summer brings
I sought for hide inside your tent
To rest my wraith of nowhere king...

...For that was in your mirage-eyes
Beneath the draw of dream and real
With flashing glimpse of paradise
Upon your smile; where angels kneel
While demons died with lonesome sighs
And Godly wrists approach to heal;
Though countless stars shine vast of skies
Upon your height they're falling still...

Carpe Vitam...[Seize The Life]...

With two extremes,
One mind to bind;
Option it seems
With dark maligned
Enlightened glimpse
Slowly turns blind -
Bewildered screams
Till death reclined...

Heaven, Abyss -
Which shall I see?
In Earthly mist
I'm lost with glee;
Which shall I hit?
Which shall I miss?
Infernal pits
Or Divine spree?

"I'm bad - You're good":
This statement made,
Perhaps I would
Please mortal heads...
Let’s change the mood -
Now, what you've read?
"I'm bad! You're good?"
I'll faint instead...

Much to debate
With countless priests
Few to relate
In lack of gist
Though none can wait
To draw their fists
But who's to state
Of who's a theist?

Religion begs
On hungry streets
With broken legs
Till stenches meat
When faithless vague
Politics greets
Religion plagues
With God's defeat...

Mine eyes were awed
Till closing sight
As demons trod
For mortal fright
With angel-frauds
In heaven's plight
And God by God
Fell from their height...

Though holy books
And those who're saints
Label me crooked
To such, I ain't;
From them I took
A righteous paint
To draw this look,
Which none can taint...

Forgive me Lord
Life I've enjoyed;
With sin adored,
Virtue colloids;
Both in accord,
I can't avoid;
Forgive me Lord -
I'm life-decoyed...

The God Who Stood His Grave...

One Winter, many Springs ago,
The rusted clocks began to chime;
Came wise-men from lone, dusted vales
Dug me out of unearthly slime;
Swaddled in me, I opened eyes -
Shelters were burnt, temples were grimed -
There I was born...
There I was born...
To suck off blasted breast of time...

One petal, many thorns ago,
Carried the scents to greet my name;
From deaf to dumb to blinds to scums,
Forwarded hands to cure their lames;
Peroration of hypocrites
Claimed with me promised aeon came -
I was perceived...
I was deceived...
Believed, to rule with Godly games...

One history, many myths ago,
Unfolded my identity;
On scattered scripts of blinded faith,
Forefathers had divinity;
From solo, trinity to countless,
Was crisis for humanity -
From here to there
To who knows where
Doomed was I for eternity...

One dervish, many priests ago,
Revealed my fortune no one told:
I would trade mortal mouths in need,
For price of platinum and gold;
But then he showed my fated past
With cursed present I still behold -
I was a lamb...
I was a swine...
I was a God with myself sold...

One tempest, many storms ago,
Flashed ruinous rays on mortal slums;
I heard infernal thunder's roar
With thump of hell in heaven's swamp;
Thrown to blizzards, virgins were raped,
While wizards laughed and witches hummed -
Pages were waxed...
Sages were waned...
In ages of horrid sanctum...

One Goddess, many Gods ago,
Taught me of kindness no one gave;
My hapless, bloodied shape she found
And cured my wounds when none could save;
But mine were feet to stray from route
On demons' track dead-angels paved -
I saw my love...
I saw my life...
I saw her tears on heaven's grave...

Then one me, many mine ago,
Found myself standing by my stone;
Ruptured in half by own shadow
To stay the dark of nowhere zone;
Though mine were hands to weigh treasures,
I dug my last of dusts and bones -
And there I died...
And there I died...
And there I died...
With nothing owned...

...One rebirth, many deaths ago,
Brought this me in front of your view;
For you I'd fall, for you I'd rise,
While endless deaths still continue -
Judge me,
Grudge me,
Nudge me,
Budge me,
Fudge me or what you wish to do;
But don't be mourned
I'll be reborn -
Perhaps as me...
Perhaps as you...

Echoes Of Unwritten Verses...

One day, standing one twilight land,
Saw you passing thru shades divine;
‘Lil Cupid came
And took his aim,
Felt your name in my heart was signed;
With arrow's knot,
Verses I shot
With endless stanzas, words and lines
And they won't break
For else's sake -
Until you're mine
[Until you're mine]...

One day, resting one misty forest,
I asked, "When will my dawning come?"
It loomed aloof,
With howling wolves,
Said, "Not until you're sin-succumbed"...
One rose it sent,
With that I went
Towards your door and had it clumped -
Till all meets doom,
It will perfume
In your sanctum...
[In your sanctum]...

One day one star falling from far,
Asked me if there were things I yearned;
"Don’t ask me, dear,
And don’t come near,
For by my half, your brightness shuns"...
It stopped mid-way
And burnt away,
Vanished beside the countless suns -
Still on with halt,
My star won’t fall,
Till you I stun...
[Till you I stun]...

One day I wrote to winter one note,
As king, "When is returning spring?"
The winter smirked,
From frosty dark,
And sent one dove with divine wings;
Its flesh I tapped
Upon my lap,
Pondered, if now my life death brings -
When my life’s left
That dove will wait
To hear you sing...
[To hear you sing]...

One day I sank one riverbank,
Your boundless miles I tried to swim;
It counter waved,
Having me saved,
And sent one mirror from its stream;
Looked at my face,
With faithless grace -
Your endless dreams far away dimmed -
That mirror will
Be gleaming still
A lonesome seam...
[A lonesome seam]...

One day one lightning roared up bright,
"Why yours and mine rains seem the same?"
With swaddled look,
My sad head shook,
For there was nothing to proclaim;
The lighting felt,
My silent tale,
One dim mist thru its tempest came -
When dust I've become
That mist will hum
And loom your name...
[And loom your name]...

One day I nodded to one God,
Blessings for you were what I craved;
From heavens' pits
That Godly wrist
Showed me a dew from hidden cave;
I thought for while
And found God's whys
For that dew had eternal save
And it won't dry
Will splash your sky
Upon my grave...
[Upon my grave]...

One day my corpse versed to a verse,
Thinking of your eternity;
With sleepless dreams
On my dead glimpse,
Felt words aren't of infinity;
Planted two seeds
Of Tulip's breed,
When I'm not in vicinity -
Will grow those flowers
With dreams of ours
‘Neath showers of your divinity...

The Supplicant...

Split the phantom from my sleeps,
Passing through shades of Godless slums;
Since mine is wraith without his wrath,
Waiting for promised days to come;
Yet I shall raise my blazing fists,
Thumping through hells' and heavens' swamps,
To offer you Altar of Hearts -
Vow to you of endless sanctum...

Stab the shadow of my ghost,
Walking through beams of dimming noon;
Since mine’s eclipse of solar core -
Dead, shattered ‘fore your life too soon;
Yet I shall rupture twilight warps
Stalking to merge with waning moon,
To offer you Haven of Stars -
Dance with me till fades nightly tune...

Nosh the flesh of my demon,
Roaming through tombs of growing bones;
Since mine is shot in void of graves
With dead virgins on dusted stones;
Yet I shall wrestle with angels,
Strangle each till ultimate groan,
To offer you Hearth of Vesta -
Blast me out where you are enthroned...

Chop the skull of my angel,
Flying through dark abysmal pits;
Since mine is undead corpse of fate,
Twisted and forged by Satan’s wit;
Yet I shall swaddle out from hell
And carve a shrine where you befit,
To offer you Goddess' Halo -
Care less even Gods don't permit...

Hunt the trip of my dead Gods,
Creeping through stench of damping myth;
Since mine is gloomy glimpse of doom
Where witches greet with lustrous pith;
Yet I shall clasp my lethal bolts
Till all the viles fall far beneath,
To offer you Palace of Zeus -
Place you above, beyond zenith...

Dig the last of my mortal,
Scorching through first of swooning dawn;
Since mine is thirst for dust and myrrh
Where wolves play howls with serpents’ spawn;
Yet I shall chant your holy scripts
'Neath willows till my final yawn,
To offer you Pyre of Phoenix -
Blow me to death, I’ll be reborn...

Silent Rant...

When humming silence is the only sort
of melody my longing ears can hear,
I become a shadow, hapless and thwart,
Waiting for morrows of all yesteryears...
When streets remove me from their passing toes,
Suppress me with their invisible press;
My feet become too large and voice too low,
Sitting weary, alone with wandering chest...
When devoid of passion, myself draws in
Judgmental queries from those I repel,
Though boorishly tired, live prophet of sins,
Letting my magnified errs to be spelt...
In times as such, I yearn for you; for you
Can soothe my pains to help me make them through...