In the silence...

In the silence of the night I go outside.

A dozen flying saucers races down the horizon.

The sky is painted red and the air smells murky.

The moon tonight is burning in violet flames.

A beastly man in pain howls under its backdrop.

I upturn my collar and pull my hair back.

My overcoat flutters annoyingly in the wind,

so I hold them tight face down.

I see my pointed boots made for the kill.

I ascend my black carriage and pull the leash.

A pair of mustangs is all it takes to keep me afloat.

Each whip that bites kites me higher.

Naked woods seem to stretch forever and,

the forest buzzes like some hornets nest.

woods twist and bend in alarming speed making way.

They close behind quickly: the forbidden wood!

The abattoir awaits me like a slut.

I perform my ritual without a blink...

WHO?

So you called me again?

To raise me from nowhere.

To see me while you blind.

To hear my secret sermon.

While your eardrums numb.

Shh... it's only for you!

I am not a ghost.

No don't kneel!

I am not God either,

You have powerful questions.

Why seek answer?

I present you visions.

Visions that messiah claim to have seen!

They are incredible... ain't they?

I see tears streaming down.

Now look around.

Don't panic!

That's the elevation phenomenon.

You deviate from the feel

and you land on planet earth.

You can't force it now.

You still seek answers...

Don't try to tread here boy.

An infinite moment of space rest here.

you become but a medium,

for several great souls to pass through.

You can never have enough here

though we provide less!

Many tried and lost themselves.

No help could pull them back

from the truth they encountered.

Neither could they relate it.

For it needs more than words.

The worldly existence will be,

no more than a tricky dream!

Those who have had success

strangely decided to keep mum.

The quest... with all its toils,

too desirous in the beginning

and too sacred in the end.

I think they must have realized.

The truth discovered is greater

than religion or any notion by men!

Many weep and many choose to die.

For to return would be worse.

The secret is worth best

when kept in the heart,

in silent understanding while it glows.

Like thousand stars from within.

Equal to million orgasms.

Leaving lasting peace almost near to death.

Anyways, they have no choice.

And we don't force.

It becomes one open secret.

One will need more than words.

Didn't I tell you before?

PlAyIn' GoD...

When passion springs forth with each flap of wings.

And mind races with the guaranteed speed of a wild cat.

My fingers tremble to run the untold story!

Characters queue to meet their fate.

Each conspiring to turn their virtual life

more meaningful then that ever stood!

Making the God in me difficult...

KiTe...

Like a Kite controlled below

I tear heights to reach above.

The wind plays gentle with me

But silence loud.

The color blue enchants me

while the earth tempts me.

I steal each loosened thread

to soar further above.

Now aerial beings tease me.

They dance at their own will

while I remain navigated.

I jerk hard to break control

and when it does...

I am free with a momentary freedom

tied down to fall though... the bitter truth!

The last dance is what I'll cherish

forever together with emptiness,

the silence and the truth.

Destined to fall I make sure

I do it beautifully.

Like a moth I dash against this flame

For me this moment becomes important

then my precious short life!

Like a feather suspended from heaven

I make one best descend to truth,

I dance in the notes of the moment

realizing life is but one upward thrust

hurled from some might below.

ThE ThInKiNg TiGeR…

The shrill cry of a nearby prey wakes me from my deep slumber. I yawn and stretch my body slowly moving toward a dry wood. I dig my claws stretching on hind legs and drag them down drizzling claw dust on forest ground. I repeat the act over and over again till my claws glisten in the morning light. I growl and roar which sets the fouls cackle on tree tops warning jungle folks.

Its noon now and I am immensely thirsty. I can simply walk straight and quench my thirst from the common pond but that would disturb the crowd having good time over fresh vegetation. I wait for another two hours piercing my vision on the movement of one approaching healthy deer. I had purposely planted myself amidst thick growth with lots of fresh sprouts and twigs and buds. I lash my tail rigorously almost holding my breath least it might startle the approaching being in nervous agitation! Nibbling and snorting the poor deer thrusts his horns deeper in the weeds only to bear open one last sad vision of his life time … a pair of cold eyes that the devil would love to possess!

A brief struggle follows for another half a mile for a dime of a time. Fear indeed runs faster than life! Settling dust settles the curios minds of his kind on the other side of the bank. Now they can graze peacefully for sometime at the cost of one of their lives. One life ends while nourishing another!

I drag my prize to my favorite place. I especially like the rustling sound of the stream nearby my den while having my feast under the soothing shade of an old banyan tree.

Soon circling shadows slowly take forms as they descend like some unearthly beings taking turns feverishly to distract me and steal enough flesh their beaks can carve off. Now hyenas with downcast sly eyes circle around sniffing uncontrollably and squeaking feverishly in desperation. More ugly ones join the pack.

Now they bark at me almost yelling at me to leave the carcass for their ever hungry stomach. I lick blood. One of them has the audacity to walk in with heightened alertness and runs for his life the moment I spring upon him. As I dig my sharp canine set in his fragile spine the forest echoes in one ugly most terrifying cry. I catch hold of some more tearing blood in the heat and dust of the moment. I see the carcass being taken away in shreds to some distance while a sea of gluttonous eyes corners me . They gather courage from their numbers strength while having no faith in themselves. Yet they are powerful now though each one of them shivers inside. Some push the weaker ones forward who snarl at me with their tails tugged between their shivering limbs. Their eyes show more protest than madness. I charge and all of a sudden I get to hear more yelps while each tries to save his back. But still some manage to wound me and the blood seems to burn their volatile greed! They go so mad but only till I lose my mind scattering their lives like some plague. They whimper and back away and I carrying my remaining breath, I leave this mocking yet dangerous battle field.

I know I will fall old some day but I'll make sure I don't get into their sick bellies.

The recess awakes you from your splurge.

Sometimes in life I think we get stranded like a piece of wood near the roaring shore. It just seems you were very much part of the mischievous activities a lil' while ago... storming and swaying together with the waves. All of a sudden you find the water receding and you are stranded. There is no movement. The Sun quickly absorbs all association you had with the sea and heats you dry. It almost seems impossible seeing the vast stretch of sand between you and your destiny. All you can do is wait for the tides to rise or a strong wind. Come night and nocturnal beings buzz, flap and crawl around you. You look up and see stars bloom and fade with each passing night. You turn philosophical or rather ask questions to your self without any need of definite answer. Suddenly one fine day you are lifted without any touch of water but by something dry. Someone tries to test his strength and so flings you with all his might. You of course splash where you had longed for and try to push yourself away from the shore but you are awake somewhere anew.

End of the Tunnel...

It starts with a dot in the heat of passion.

And everything conspires to lodge you safe.

Trillions rush to give you shape

while every minute that ticks-off swells you.

As weeks run by...

Million tubes connect to nurture you.

Sometimes late at night while the

mother dreams. You dream too.

Dream of the unseen world!

It's untouched and pure inside

because even the air is unshared.

Unadulterated peace rests in your sleep

that a hermit would love to meditate with.

This state of yours knows no pain.

Until the end of the tunnel,

where you gasp for air

and light seems to hurt.

You bring smiles...

On Peaks...

The cold chooses to blanket me

while my soul burns inside.

Stars above lights the darkness

while the moon Hallows.

I close my eyes and see

people parade right before my eyes.

Those that touched me in places I remember.

Memories dance like notes of melodies

and they seem like not worth dying for.

I wish I could live forever...

to relive them over and over again.

I open my eyes and see

jaded ice scape in front of me.

There is a trickle of some sort

and snowballs lollop into sleepy lake.

A lone eagle circles like some angel.

I wish I could fly...

to see the world sleeping.

Life on earth is Beautiful!

Symphony of LoVe...

We used to let the rains do the talking as they would talk nineteen to the dozen on our umbrella tops. We used to let the forest on either sides do the whispering as leaves would rustle in some sort of perfect harmony with the wind and the rain. Street lamps spaced at different intervals along our lonely path hung like string of precious stones would decorate the bosom of the night. On such night we used to clasp our hands together and they would generate warmth of love. Your head would rest on my shoulder and it would seem like freeing you from your worldly weight at least for sometime. Keeping one another happy meant everything. Your lovely feet would distort the moon's reflection on those shimmering lil' blue pools while shedding drops of water they would look angelic. Lightening would flash open the secrets of the night as our lips explored each others. We would giggle and run like thieves and that's what I call a symphony of love in crescendo.