THE BRAIN

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O controlador
The invincible lynchpin
Of life

Flaunt
Your indomitable power

The shutterbugs
are ready.

GOD'S WIT

Clothesline
hung
on
lifeline

Rain,
pierce
my sky

O this insane
Adonai's
turmoils
inside out.

DEFEASANCE

She wanted to see the green leaves on the home-side tree all throughout the year

Through all her life.

This has been her only source of strength

Her reflection.

At every daybreak 

She would look out of her bedroom window 

To restore the serenity of her conscience.

They were, satiating her desire, 

All these decades, 

Prior to this.

She dashed to her old friend, the bright green life bearers

When she awakened this morning

But the leaves had turned yellow

Sordid 

Soiled 

Devoid of life

Her life

Destitute of everything she stood for...

And she knew it was time

Time for her perennial and irremediable perdition!

DUEL

Meaningfulness and meaninglessness

Play a pitched battle

Of harmony.

Silence

Silent
I remain

You
complain
noisily

through
your
reticence.

I am.

I walk

on stormy seas

I stand

on top of the world

I glide

through pitted skies

I shake

volcanoes to the core

I know

therefore

I am.

Duel

Meaningfulness and meaninglessness

play a pitched battle

of harmony.

Obsession

Gurgling images.

Thoughts - a waterfall

honking

of a blurry stream of consciousness.

A silent obsession

is born.

Achena

Ja hobe bole etodiner antahin protikkha

Ta aj-o holona.

Je ateet aykdin bartaman chhilo,
Je ateet bhobishyot hote parto,
Shei ateet aj achena
Jamon ta chhilo aytodin.

Chena mukh
Chena shorir
Aporichito ateet-e
Achena aj.

Ja hoar chhilona
Ta aj-o holona..

Moral Compass

Bring me the holy grail

I'll pour my life into it

To purify the Lord!

City of walls

Resplendent and surreal.

Vandalised 

Annihilated;

Stripped off your pulchritude,

Stoned into innumerable walls of blues-

My desultory city of joy!

HARMONY IN PANDEMONIUM

               

The seven shades of the rainbow,

The seven latent deadly sins,

The seven transcendental stars of the Great Bear,

-         The three pillars of mankind:

Colliding

Uniting

Exploding!

Haiku 4

      You sleep with a smile

      I pluck the morning flowers
     

      To say goodbye.

Haiku 3

                    They say ‘Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’.
        

                Beauty , the fortune of the blind

                For beauty is elusive to the eyes that feast on material pleasures.

Haiku 2

                  You dream of building an ocean          

                I remain content

                By diluting myself in a drop of water.
     

Haiku 1

                                               When I prepare to sleep

                The wolves and vultures awake

                In me.

2.

COMEUPPANCE: THE DESERVED PUNISHMENT

A small and dingy room.

Suffocating.

Disheveled.

Clothes stacked up on the lone bed placed against the wall.

The only window,

Grilled,

 Bordering the bed,

Kept closed

Firmly enough to eschew any light from piercing inside.

Trespassers prohibited.

A frail old man seated at the edge of the bed

facing the neatly placed coffin on the floor

and its owner beside: his 27 year old daughter.

Conscientiously, she unscrewed the coffin

While her father kept staring,

Unflinching,

Undaunted,

Waiting…

She silently placed the cover aside

On the floor

And turned her gaze to look indoors:

A stone-studded necklace

Resting on the bosom

Of the blood-and-flesh-liberated skeleton!

The red pendant dazzled and blinded the unvoiced spectators.

The drooping and sagging old man asked:

‘Do you need my help?’

‘No’, she said,

‘I’ll bear the yoke of my remnants;

I’ll have to bear my own cross, Father!’

Out of the room

And

Into the dense woods,

A young feminine frame kept under her own steam

Digging the soil beneath

With the bones of her own carcass

Hanging from her shoulders…

Untitled

Amidst troubling days and disturbing nights
Black Hole permeates in me.

Decussation

We are concurred in a web of intertwining events.
Intersecting.
Vice and Virtue.
Good and Evil.
Love and Hatred.
Peace and Chaos.
Sinner and Saint.
Eluded by the Night and restrained by the Day.


Blackness conceals,
Brightness conceives.

Plunge into your Dreams....

Plunge into your dreams and grab them by their neck. Twist their roots till they rip off and come in your grip. Stop them from haunting you, luring you. Make them your own before they turn into your deadliest nightmares. Play with their folly and exploit their righteousness before the flibbertigibbets take a toll on your life. And “when the virtue has slept, it will arise the more refreshed”, to dig you out of your slumber, to refine upon your livid and dreary soul!