My poetic madness

To the supposed fight of hearts

There is an etched signature

That counts the numbers

Of wannabe departure,

Aeonic dissonance may stand corrected

To the numerous compartments

Of projecting realities throughout the trail

And unattended structure ;

Who profits is the transactions

Of sequenced spiral movements

Are the victims of the path

When the lightening strikes rapture;

Once again the broken shell

Once again the tears frozen to pearls

The oysters cloud the sky

Meet me at the crossroads

Where I burn out slowly,

If you can gather my ashes

And drink them with your wine,

If you can see me

Through the veils of time,

If you can touch my soul so deep

That it screams...

I welcome you all

Red, White and Black,

Greetings from the Rainbow!

I hang somewhere between

The ego and not-ego,

I'm an onlooker,

A spectator,

Watching you, and sometimes judging you,

And a con.

I con you every moment

And you love me for that...

When I say, I'll do something for you

I con you, for if I say,

It's easier for you to do yourself,

I don't get paid.

When I say I work hard,

I con you

For it is my dreaming that is hardwork

And saying that,

I won't get paid.

I con you when I say

I have the knowledge of many books,

For I remember not a single word

But the summary I knew

Even before I turned the first page.

I con you when I say I'm creative

You don't know how I created myself.

I have no masters

I have no teacher

I learned myself ;

I grew up on the road

I begged on the dirt

I con you

When you throw a penny

And bow before me.

I con you

Into thinking you have the spotlight

For you never knew

The power of invisibility.

I con myself into existence,

My blood flows through history,

Where it's shed , thousands born,

Where it's drunk, thousands live,

And where it's buried,

It becomes the Golden red lava

Of devour and destruction.

I'm just a whiff of imagination

Nothing.

And a start of everything.

Who doesn't give a gift of

Dried flowers on anniversaries

Will never understand the depth of love

He has for the One,

Who has left long enough

To leave behind dried brittle memories

Of once mortal affair

Remembering the life once breathe sun

Giving that away to the One who understands..

Transitions are only parts

Crawl inside my mind, I dare

Get a taste of my thorns

Then when you have conquered death

You will receive the glory horns

And crystal rose

Will enchant you till eternity

Into a love song unheard till now

Melting away your impurity;

Time will vanish from your sight

In omnipresence your eyes will search

The half of your abandoned self

You left behind on the perch.

Let my coils caress you beloved

Let my tongue lash at you

You'll be forever entangled in my mystery

And only green is cactus

When all the abominations of wilderness

Are the only one who loves

On my way to the box somewhere

That look in the mirror

Looks straight in my soul

And asks, "do you remember?

We played in the distant galaxies? "

I looked down

I couldn't keep my promise

Not to forget our time together

And talk about dairy unwritten..

Years passed, I'm still standing

At the threshold of known world

That now have become unknown and obscure

The stranger still waits to touch my hand

Hoping that I'll remember

How wonderful the galaxies feel

On my skin, as I

Touch back my history

I'll leave my signature in the iris of icebergs

Changed poles will exchange the thoughts

Fossilized forever in the cold hard concrete,

Hibernation of a civilization along the dots

The line that separates the living and almost living

Paused for indefinite period, waiting patiently in the being;

Oneday, a warrior will break the shield

And unbound thoughts will bloom like a thousand petaled lotus

To radiate through all that there will be

I'm standing at crossroads

A broken heart and rejuvenation

The chaos of shattering pieces

Hits me deep

It hits me hard

And understanding my own growls and groans,

I feel broken heart is far better

An option where I know

Thunder in the sky

Thunder in my heart that cries for you

Thunder, the beginning

Of Life..

Like whispers in my ears

Thor talking love

In a roar that ripples

And alters the rhythm of my heartbeat

And if I'm struck with the lightening

I'd rather die thunderstruck

Than singing love songs

To paintings of angelic faces..

Like the fierceness of longing

My heart is on fire

It burns and burns

Till there's nothing left, not even ashes

But a lingering wail

Silently pricing the veils of destruction

My first grasp of knowing

Like a strong whiff of breeze

Then a hurricane of desires

Doomed but enigmatic drug

Of the lost palpations

I reclaim that

My silent love making

In the wake of coming back to life

In storm,

In stillness,

A token for love

A love for death

A death to live

A life for promises to keep

Keep and own

Challenges beyond doom

Doomed to battle

Battle for rights

Rights that are denied

Denied since birth

Birth of a volcano

Volcano of war fire

A fire that burns deep

Deeper than justice

Deeper than opinions

Deeper than cults

A cult that is mine

Mine..

It is mine to judge my life

And death...

Sleep is just a metaphor

For calling out those limitless evenings

Buried in the backyard of

'I'm all right!'

That I'm also dreaming the dream

My Dreamer dreams of me..

I love the touches that makes me beautiful

Throughout centuries of war and depression

I still have some green moss

Somewhere in the corner of a parched,

Grey piece of promised land;

I still have your blood dripped on my fingers

A gesture of completion in time,

That you tore your heart

And grimly enquired if that was enough?

I could have hid you in my lips forever

Had I the time to look away from

Your eyes..

Buried somewhere are those

Eyes of predator and of prey

To give up and take in both

Like in a foundation of nectar doom

I fall, I drown, I live..

My heart is awake in my sleep

Why run from your own fire

Your soul in despair ;

Your fingertips sore just touching

The flames of your power

Afraid to know yourself

Afraid to ask for help

Afraid of the encounter may steal you

From your well adjusted self..

And then oneday

Suddenly when down you lay

You are in a merry-go-round

The escapade for which you pay;

You cannot run from your heart

You cannot outsmart

And fool yourself in beliving

Rumbling menace of vigorous skycalls

Neither awake nor asleep

Slumbering consciousness

Nothing for me to keep;

Thor's hammer beats the heart

And Shiva dances to end

Dark desperate desires

That have not been send..

Scene by scene, pictures float

Surfacing the hidden door of delivery

What is ruined is kept alive

In the woods of Calvery.

Eyes shoot fire balls

Like comets in a battlefield

Voices roar curses and blessings

Like a armourer's shield,

War with mental ammunition

The outlaws to defend the bastard babies

All who dare to roll out of cradle

Perfection is a dangerous word. There is a wish in each one of us that desires not to be perfect. We live in fear that there will be nothing left after perfection and that is the reason why in our subconscious we leave a little bit of effort less towards fulfillment .

We are terrified of the idea that there won’t be any goals to achieve, as if, if we don’t, we cease to be human and life is…

Amy goes to picnic

And loses her clothes

And finds a tribe

That matches her vibes

Who wear their skin proudly

And talk their souls through eyes...

Amy came home naked

Still a Virgin, untouched and innocent

But it hurts everytime she put on clothes

And cover the nature of her

Speak of things she doesn't mean

Look like who she is not

And live a dense life

Which is not hers

She has changed

And she was touched

The current also went through her

She discovered galaxies and black holes

Creating, colliding, destroying

Every minute in synchronicity

Of all that there is...

When the doctor spoke of schizophrenia

She was amazed at the mediocrity

And dumbness of this world

The world talks of evolution

When the last leaf has fallen

When the last river has dried

When you and me live

Satisfied that we tried;

A rainbow dazzling bright

In a murky dull sky

The old has been mended

In a new thread we tie;

Mankind at its worst

Has always given the best

Strength, the summary of weaknesses