These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
got my shot today of astra zeneka
and i fell nothing at all.
before that, i got fever but i took
biogesic, and so my temperature dropped
down and hence the doctor asked me
no other questions
i am qualified, so i got the vaccine
and then what now? do i get more life?
shall i not write anymore about the poetry
of depression? shall i not talk to my dog
anymore? or feel the barks of trees? or
see the bamboo swaying? or hear the chirps
of birds abandoning their nests once and for all?
she is so tiny
like a turtle safe in her
house
he is so tiny too
a firefly flying low.
mama lydia
is in the midst of
her personal turmoil
i know how to
make her cope up with it.
if she says do not
mind her, just do the opposite
exactly, yes exactly,
put the egg sunny side up
she always takes it
with all grace.
i have long warned you
about this, when love begins
to walk away from us,
when i have nothing to say
and nothing to listen either.
now it happens, i am with you
but not yours anymore.
not a thing, not a spirit, not
a flower, not a bee, nothing.
i do not wish that you become mine,
and i will never be yours anymore.
never, never, never, and that
is final. I will not leave, but
i am no longer here for you.
i am here, but not here anymore.
something that you keep
and decide to hide and yet
it is something that keeps
on struggling to be seen and
be revealed even without your
knowing and you keep on doing
this from day one till day's end.
something rules and keeps them
all disciplined and sane.
all three in one, like sweet coffee.
no, not me, not tea, no spree.
I HAVE written so many.
When i go back, i will be lost
in the labyrinths of my own words.
my paths, and my own losses.
I have written much, yet
I am here, i have not written any.
i lay my hand, open,facing the ceiling
THE fingers are blind.
I CANNOT be watching you
all the time, not at any time, anymore.
I let all things happen.
I am tired and old and i shall focus
Only in my own salvation.
Go then, go then, find yourself,
You can always find it even without me.
Sail and paddle your own boat.
I will be sitting here watching my own thoughts.
This is my new garden now. Unseen by you.
I have my own storms inside but there will
Be peace and bliss outside of myself.
above me the clouds, below me, mud,
In between all this, Air.
you do not deserve
this love of mine,
i know for sure,
i advise myself to stop
loving you,
i summon all the logic
i have in mind,
i take the mantra
repeating all over again
that i must not love you
that i should have loved
another who loves me
more than i have loved
you....
poor heart, living in its
own world,
without ears and eyes,
without brains at all
always insistent, and still
loving you
in utter loneliness
in such a misery that
the world could not
contain.
at twelve midnight
i always wake up
and i do nothing and
i hear Him talking to me
as I ask for more guidance
on what to do
with my life and my time
for it is so hard thinking
when you can do nothing.
it comes to me this time
i do nothing but listen and
here i am achieving almost
everything.
at 3 a.m. the words come
like a river, like some kind
of muted waterfalls, and
i see paradise, vines on
the sides of trees
and flowers and orchids
clinging, in all colors
in my mind and i am so happy
about these events in my
life and i am not telling
anyone except you
at 10 o 'clock in the morning
when people rush and when people
are so busy doing their jobs
i take time simply sitting on
my chair beside my table closing
my eyes and listening to the
music playing within myself
which of course, nobody can
hear.
....and they all talk behind my
back, all saying
Mr. Schizo is here.
i am lazy but i am
prayerful
i do not have much
but i am so giving
even to those i have
never met
but i know who owns
all these treasures
these money and
the moment i give
to the needy and the
impoverished i talk
to Him and tell Him
that now he owes me
much and that He shall
pay
and I ask him all these
money and treasures
and He has paid me
well.
i am lazy and trustful
i have faith as small as
a mustard seed and
it has grown like a
gymnasium and He had
given me much
more than i need so that
i could also give some
more.
i could have taken a walk
as early as 4 o'clock in the morning
before the sun rises from the
nearby hills and mountains but
you all came uninvited and so here
i am back to my table facing this
monitor and writing all about you
you all look so good and beautiful
and i have regrets keeping you here
for a while, uninvited, because to
be honest, i have served you well,
with food and drinks, and you all
make my life so miserable.
this summer time the leaves
fall off from the trees
and we rake these dead leaves
and make heaps out of them
and then we burn them and we
sit on the patio seeing the smoke
rising to the sky.
and each of us keep on thinking
it is good.
regardless
i shall have one thing
only to offer
my silence
the silence of
a rose
the silence of
the sand
the silence of
dry leaves
of cliffs and rocks
the silence of
your hair.
there is this big mole
on my left cheek
my wife sees it and
i could only feel it
it is the mirror that makes
me see this big mole on
my left cheek
me and my wife never
talk about this big black
mole on my left cheek
my neighbors and friends
talk about it at my back
my enemies laugh about it
sometimes they think that
i may soon die about this
big black mole on my left cheek
i do not like it
i do not talk about it
i may die with it without
ever talking about it
same as my wife who loves me
and will never bring this
big black mole as an issue
before we sleep.....
i never cry about this
hence no tear falls no tear
has ever by chance
passed by this big black
mole on my left cheek
i live with it
and then forget about it
before i sleep
