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Someone’s Watching

Helpless and hopeless I lose to my senses

I know I have the weakest flesh,

And I am unlucky enough to witness,

This is my chaos of existence

 

I keep blowing away every single ray of light,

Innocently I surrender my soul to the shadowy,

And wear it so comfortably like an old hat,

Even the town’s drunk seems contented with it

 

The land feels dry and hot in my feet,

As I desperately search for the scattered grass,

At least to assure myself that I will see that ray again,

Or even hope to get help from that who’s watching

 

My life is as fragile like a petal amidst dry lands,

I feel it receding like a boat on a shore,

It is getting away as in violence,

I only need that trifling mound of love

 

The world vibrates with piercing punishment,

Today is harder than the day before,

It is a strange sad mortality,

But the desire to live burns inside me,

It bursts like an over-flared balloon

 

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Illicit Rendezvous

I longed for my illicit rendezvous
too wave goodbye to all the noises
all shrieking words without a heart
those that created hell in heaven.

Litany of lies was spread everywhere
because it was the accepted religion
which everyone risked offending
yet it alluded even the most faithful.

I crave and rave to push myself away
and seek the perfection of my own reality
for that is my knowledge of true self
and because of freedom…I have to let me be.

I need the present and life to take priority over history
searching and yearning for my illicit rendezvous
beneath this blackened grey sky
I will never gloss over pride customs
nor ethical standards.

For how hurtful can it be?
Accepting a life chained by blinding faith
one lived beneath hideous masks
feeling hurt moment after moment
distorting my visage can be horrifying!

 

 

Hold Me…

Hold me…
And wash away my silly and annoying awkwardness,
That is overgrown with irrelevant and tiresome details,
Of how things should be

I need you to hold me…
To take away my loneliness and silence,
I need time to stop my heart and feel all things,
That I wish, hope and dream of, only in an instant

Please hold me and trap my searching soul,
That anticipates, yearns and desires,
To dance like trees and flowers in the rain,
I want that moment to sink deep in my veins

Hold me, my dear…
Let my passion flow through you like a river,
I need to embrace a clear vision of true beauty,
To explore and discover new possibilities in your arms

In your arms,
I will swim in the stars and the clear moon,
I will give myself freely to you,
I will be that innocent leaf carried by the wind

When you hold me,
I will have no words to call that feeling,
But I know it is delicate, beautiful and smooth like fragile petals,
With bright colors which carry my stagnant distilled peace…

The Awakening

From the windows of my soul, I could see the image of me,
Dancing in the timeless blue moon strokes,
Rending and tearing through time and space,
With my anxious, agile, slither body,

The breeze smelled of new earth and air,
I was surrounded and protected by an invincible chord,
I tasted a feeling of the ultimate freedom & fortification,
This was my tedious dream and fantasy made real,
I wished to hold and hoard that very moment,

A welcoming caress was flowing through my skin,
It made me immobile yet suspended my very soul,
There was easy and magical intimacy in the air,
Passing time distilled the sweetness of the moment,

 
My ocean-like ears were drowning every grief,
Satisfying all my senses with a worldly opulence,
I was the sun, the flower, the sky,
Filled with wild and unpredictable love,

It was a feeling of being unreachable,
It was marvelous and ruinous all at once,
It was painful yet amazing,
It was abnormal yet so real,
It was old yet so new,
It made me free and warm

Mysteries of the Soul

The individual soul is unbreakable and insoluble; can neither be burned nor dried. It is everlasting; present everywhere, unchangeable, immovable and eternally the same.
~Bhagavad-Gita

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Agile Queen

The crick crack echoed the breaking of dawn,
Her body reeled from drunken sweet slumber,
She emerged from the hollows of dead branches,
Guided by instincts, she searched for the soft luminous horizon

The sky was dotted by many scattered smoky clouds,
The crisp falling of air carried beauty that felt invincible,
It made her feel immobile and at the same time suspended her,
It was a distilled sweetness that mornings like these carried

The soft sounds of the whistles and bustles of the wind circled her,
They pushed her forward towards the flower petals despite herself,
The delicate soft petals were slowly opening for her awkward self,
She contained her firing desire to crawl and sit inside such openings

She was focused on fulfilling that, which justified her existence,
All her life she was guided and worked from her untamed instincts,
A huge burden of guilt descended on her whenever she thought of fleeing,
Her own existence and relevance was realized by what she did everyday

She was wild, free and was filled by unpredictable love for her duty,
That love was like the sun, it could not be contained in any way,
Though her world was crafty, dangerous and full of unseen horror,
That love was a glorious blanket that made her feel unreachable,
That understanding rose and blossomed the agile body of this tiny queen

 

Inverted Blue River

All your dreams became inverted,
You can’t grasp life’s inverted chances,
You are now trapped in the inverted crowd,
The majestic view of your life is now inverted,

All values and symbols of power appear inverted
You caught in a labyrinth of inverted situations,
This is not how things should be!
In silence you shout over and over!

You had a clear view of how things should be,
In vain you mirror images and shadows,
Signs of the purest kind of love,
They are remote and enigmatic

They make your heart grandly sing,
As you sit alone deep in the woods,
You get lost in the pitter-patter of the blue river,
Eyes closed, you release your heart, body and soul

You do not realize that the blue river is inverted too!
So as the trees that house the inverted sleeping birds,
The attractiveness of everything is pure bliss,
All you needed was a worm-view to see clearly

The barbaric spectacle of this world,
But also the strange beauty,
It is red but also radiant,
Splendor that calls and traps your soul!

I Am

I am a brightly colored petal that sings in the wind,
My appetite appeals to guide my precious virtues,
While my soul seeks to demystify the many layers of mysteries,
To tranquil the raging storms which form sad fearful faces…

I like slowing every moment with a light kiss,
Even those instances that try to fail my efforts,
For they carry great, silent and gentle humbleness,
That is only open for the windows of my soul…

As the moon shines a silvered pale light,
I bath in a pool of sophisticated strong air,
That is unspeakable than the fear in me,
Of a black script that swirls before my eyes

Like an electric current, my heated blood pulse,
From the hunger of seeking and exploring,
All the innocence and splendor that lies ahead,
And to see the many faces that beauty presents

As the invincible dawn brings in new strengths and possibilities,
I will slow down my heart to the pace of a pendulum,
To feel the golden-orange rays run through my skin,
And to remind me that I am alive and living!

 

Messy Vitality

Normal is as dead as leather shoes,
It is as solemn as a moment of farewell,
Its path is plain and is the ultimate bore,
Its silent power forces drool to drip from the mouth

I love distorted than all that is straight as an arrow,
I love all that is vague rather than the articulated,
I’d love to think when boring marries interesting,
They bare messy vitality that flinches dead senses back to life

I would devotedly choose richness over clarity,
Because it swirls and blinks wanderlust to the unknown,
It is like the sound of that desired first kiss,
That speaks a thousand words, that which cannot be spoken

I like to think that it is indeed relieving not to know,
To embrace all the sweet simple things that surrounds us,
Those which vibrate the feeling of realness and of trust,
Spread our wings and marvel at the earth, its flowers and wonder,
For there are tentacles spread everywhere in the path of normalcy