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Permanent

21-May-2013

Who do you think that
you are after all? ………Carolyn

Permanent

It is imagined
About some lines
That men always wear false smile
And go for hunt meanwhile

Only mother’s and sister’s relation
Can be with no equation
But to find one permanent
Presence of mind and needs thrust constant

It is some what a need
We all must heed
Life and age go together
So we need some one as partner

Love and lust two sides of the coin
One goes after it with lots of fun
Finds in fix with unbearable pain
Yet it is preferred with no gain

Let us care
For sentiments
Its movement
And for leisurely moments

Lavendar Hearts

21-May-2013

look in to my heart
do you see my untamed love
do you see yourself

see the side dark and cold
that sorrow has molded
by tears mistakes cry
which could cause you to be gone
don't ever mean to hurt you

teasing jokes bring hurtful ness
then you go away not hearing me whimper
my pleading forgiveness
leaving my heart locked
giving sadness no way out
leaving me to wander
in my self made darkened hell

now that you have seen the hidden side
go a head, give it a flip
this side I love to bare naked

many souls live in my heart
most written in my blood

but not you my precious luv
you are written with our sweetness
millions of tiny lavender hearts
formed with my purple cream
intertwined with your white salty goodness

give my heart a hug and tug
sit yours on top of mine
time to tint our souls
let's get naked

Your Sigh

21-May-2013

my heart is weeping
can you hear my soul whimpering
morning sun burns your cold passion

like the wind blows pollen off a flower
you blow my love away with your sigh
both drift aimlessly to no where special

pollen finds a place to snuggle
in the ground to create another life
to bring forth another fragrant bloom

my sacred love however
lays on the ground dying
beaten under by teardrops of rain

being buried still crying your name
suffocating your breath within me
sinking till my loves cry is heard no more

Passing Wind

21-May-2013

so much shared between us
now our hearts separated
only sound whispered
is the passing wind

love no longer felt
friendship gone now worthless
we both walked away willingly
left each other standing in darkness

smiles from laughter
our souls no longer see or feel
happiness that once was real
sacred and tender devotion gone

And Nothing Breeds Like Evil

21-May-2013

And nothing breeds like evil
Sweet and subtle the cuckoo's guile
It lays its eggs in the crow's nest
And many a child begot of none
They sway their nests with sins not theirs
The cradle gone, the senses born
They try to crow their fathers breath
There they fail and yet again
And nothing breeds like evil....

conflicting loyalties

21-May-2013

conflicting loyalties

I like my haven of a home
in a quiet town, a quiet zone
but don't want to be too alone
and know that I'm not better known

but Mom and Pops are not my style
to get your mug you have to smile,
look at them, and stay a while
perched on stool in single file

when I'm ready to have some food
I don't know what'll be my mood
might want to cook at home and brood
or share it with the one I've wooed

but after, when it's time to smooch
between us tries to come my pooch
hoping another treat to mooch
addicted like a sot with hooch

the one I wooed is not amused
it starts a feud, she feels abused
and I can see that I am rude
to let my four-foot friend intrude

we've talked about my moving in
with or without the pooch a sin
"with" would be like gunga-din
"without" and I'd desert a friend

I wish we'd be a Mom and Pop
and all would smile to see our pup
we'd have them stay a while and sup
our spirits all be lifted up

Perhaps

21-May-2013

A moment of mischief
Perhaps
He framed the questions

Our life long quest
Perhaps
To seek the answers

A moment of bliss
Perhaps
To see the folly

The moment of reunion
Sure
When we laugh together

+ Blackberry Mascara -

21-May-2013

An unsound disorder takes host
In a body for years I’ve loved
Memories becoming all but ghosts
Cell by cell with blackness she rusts

In each vessel of her sclera
In each fold of her fine vocals
In each tear of her mascara
The feat of a smile totaled

From a world all but brightening
Living in walls crafted by fear
Each breath, a scream of lightning
New evenings; old muscles speared

The feat of a smile totaled
Amidst an eerie, white speech
In each fold of her fine vocals
A desire for love beseeched

Counting Down

21-May-2013

On the second day
time sat on a porch swing
staring out at fire engine red
azalea beaming in the sun.

First, experience joy
in rare sun shining, green
ivy winding, roses climbing
rainbows grace the lawn.

By the fifteenth day
no words escape thin lips
chapped, licked and pursed
expectant bubbles burst.

Bedraggled blossoms
drip, fragile fingers fidget
time blithers, bankers dither
curse idleness the worst.

old pond - haiku series

21-May-2013

snapping turtle
watches over her brood-
virabhadrasana

pussywillows
reach for summer sun-
surya namaskar

dragonflies sleep
atop leafy stalks-
savasana

blue heron
silent and serene-
namaste

*in yogic practice, virabhadrasana is warrior pose;
surya namaskar is sun salutation;
savasana is corpse pose;
namaste is used as a valediction here rather than a salutation.

cuddled : sometime

21-May-2013

wishful
testify
whispered
ounces
streets!
clone
hatch
many
attach
cuddled
sometime
cross
hatch
wonder
dash!

Unicorn Ears

21-May-2013

Who can hear the whispers deep in the tree roots,
who knows the song that the wind fairies sing?
Who would be listening deep in the twilight
down in the dell by the fairy ring.

Who hears the wavelets polishing the pebbles,
gossips with minnows where the brook runs deep?
Who hears the snowflakes calling to each other
across frozen meadows where the caterpillars sleep.

Who hears the elf song winding through oak trees
gathering the fair folk for a midnight dance?
Who hears the moonlight singing in the garden
sounding out the measures as they twirl and prance?

Unicorn ears hear the songs of the seasons
always attuned to the music they play,
signaling the time, the tone, and the turning
that winds through the moments and rounds off the days.

This will do.

21-May-2013

Part of a plethora,

they ask why not them.

Erratic and nomadic—

but only from yesterday’s to

the next day’s settlement.

This inward-looking life

is the greatest compromise.

No time is wasted after that.

There is little satisfaction,

though better does not exist.

They didn't give me anything, so I take.

21-May-2013

They didn’t give me prowess

or the agility to fib.

I don’t display contempt for pets

or project artificial glib.

I’m not so impulsive as I used to be,

nor I am one of calculation.

I’ve no reaction to sights most gnarly,

but I’m petrified of penetration.

My self-regard is steeple high,

though I make a meager socialite,

for your joy cannot make me cry,

and your pain doesn’t bring me plight.

They managed to bestow in me some guilt,

albeit in minimal amount.

If I had a dollar for each thing not felt,

I would’ve spent it all by now.

Not Yet

21-May-2013

Wanna clone myself and make a friend.

Wanna hurt you first so I can win.

Gonna catch your gaze then look away.

Gonna save your love for a rainy day.

If We Were

21-May-2013

Can’t say that I know you’ve been lying

without also incriminating myself.

Can’t admit that I’d rather be dying

or at least living anyplace else.

Funny how so much of our lives are lies,

how if we were truthful we’d be left to die.

Dry Erase Board

21-May-2013

You are to me what you’re doing at the moment.

The instant, it seems, that you stop, I forget it.

I find that falling in love and holding a grudge

are akin.

I consider shitting and stealing to be equal sins.

Since all are repeat offenders, everyone is evil.

No reason to dismiss urges of primary heed.

If you wish not to be devalued, just feed me.

Yet if my physical comfort grinds against your

rapport,

my own affinity will be to watch your pleasure die,

though never to the point of a vendetta.

I cannot tolerate physiological imperfection.

Each of you are aware, I believe, and still hinder

my peace.

Laughing, enjoying themselves in spite of

my agony—

am I not to resolve that they get off to the thought?

This is how I feel:

only as low as my blood sugar, as rigid as my joints.

It would be daft to trust any of you with your

unapologetic meddling,

but I don’t ever resent you—I can’t make it that far.

Dust

21-May-2013

Everyday the ‘lazy’ one is running.

No credit is no excuse to quit.

Can keep going if just a glass of water

is given at rest stops.

They promise, but each time

I am deprived.

It is taking too long to die.

Away

21-May-2013

From tomorrow I shall be away to my home town
the exact day for arrival is unknown
i may miss all my friends and face book
i will have no means to look

वो एक ही फुल हो vo ek hi

21-May-2013

Nitin Narula
थे तन्हा इतने कि सोचा फ़िर उनसे बात करे
बातो ही बातो मे फ़िर उनसे यूँ मुलाकात करे .....Nitin Narula

वो एक ही फुल हो

इंतज़ार का सफ़र लम्बा होता है
उसमे मिलने का जज्बा कायम होता है
मुलाक़ात दोर चल जाय तो ठीक है
वर्ना क्या होता होगा उस से सब वाकीफ है

बस दिल करता है गुफ्तगू करे
सांसे बांध करके धड़कन सुनते रहे
सुने एक दुसरेकी बाते और समजा करे
फिर कहे दिलकी बात जिसका वो सजदा करे

इन्तेजार की घडिया दिल को सुर्ख कर देती है
कभी बेचें तो कभी मुर्ख बना लेती है
क्या कर रही होगी वो अभी?वो सोचने पर मजबूर कर देती है
रात न लगे कट ने तो फिर तारे गिनाने का अवसर दे देती है

ना पुछो तो अच्छा है दिल का हाल
वर न हम कह ही देंगे की हम है बेहाल
वो नहीं देखते है हमारी और प्यार भरी नजरों से
हम ही उल्लू के पठ्ठे है जो बेखबर है ख़बरों से

चलो इन्तेजार भी कर लेते है
उनकी बात का भी मान रख लेते है
पर जनाब दिले हाल तो कभी बतलाया करो
कभी दूरभाष पर मृदुलता से सुनाया भी करो

लगता है "हम नहीं मिले तो अच्छा होगा"
उनको भी मिलने का कोई रास्ता तो ढूंढना होगा
खामखा हम इतने परेशान हो रहे है
प्यार का सरेआम उपहास करे जा रहे है

बेहतर है " दिल को हम काबू में रखें "
सबुरी का फल हम बाद में ही चखे
हो सकता है हमारे लिए वो पय्गामे खुशिया ही हो
हमारी बघियामे में खिलने वाले वो एक ही फुल हो

नदियाँ तुम बहती क्यों हो ?. nadiya tim

21-May-2013

नदियाँ तुम बहती क्यों हो ?

नदियाँ तुम बहती क्यों हो ?
जब किनारा मैला हो गया है
अपना वजूद क्यों मिट़ाती हो?
जब तुम्हें वो हरदम रुलाता हो ...नदियाँ तुम बहती क्यों हो ?

जब चल पड़ती हो तुम
कितने ख्वाब लिए आँचल में
धरा भी अतृप्त है तेरी धारा के लिए
तुम क्यों मिटती हो सबके लिए ...नदियाँ तुम बहती क्यों हो ?

कोई हो ना किनारा फिर भी
आस लिए फिर भी चल देती हो
लगे ना किसी को भनक तेरे प्यार की
छुपी हुई लालसा मिलने सजन की ...नदियाँ तुम बहती क्यों हो ?

हम तो बहते ही जायेंगे
मरकर भी हम ना टूट पाएंगे
मिले ना हमें साजन जोजन भले दूर हो
मिट सपने हमारे फिर भले ही चकनाचूर हो ...नदियाँ तुम बहती क्यों हो ?

मर मिटना ही तो सन्देश है
उन्हें भी मने न कोई अंदेश हो
हम तो बहती एक अछूती कन्या है
पर फिर भी रखते आमन्या है ...नदियाँ तुम बहती क्यों हो ?

हम भले पियु से कभी ना मिल पाएंगे
फिर भी खुशहाल बहते जायेंगे
आकाश भी यह देखता है
चाँद भी हम से खूब कतराता है ...नदियाँ तुम बहती क्यों हो ?

The Gathering

21-May-2013

Perhaps they expect a pool
offerings of rare coffee
from Ethiopia

Instead of
a view of hydrangea
plus pale ale in mugs

Conversation entails
irrelevant niceties
of trivial events

Smiles exchanged
chairs rearranged
subtlety reigns

Another chance
to touch humanity
willfully aborted

Thoughts at the Ritz

21-May-2013

His ass is divine!
I read this as I pee
in a fancy lobby
of a fancy hotel
after waiting too long for my lover.
He is coming, he reassures,
he is just late.
I sit here now and think about asses,
the lovely ones,
the disappointing ones,
mine.
I'd rate my lover's ass as good,
but not bathroom stall worthy.
I want to find this kind of divinity,
want to cup it as I pull it towards me.
I want to give it its own name,
to call on it when I am in need.
But for now I wipe, stand,
smooth my skirt, leave the stall
and greet the bathroom attendant.
I wonder whether it is she who wrote
such fine prose on the tiled wall.

Finding Home

21-May-2013

Finding Home
by Odin Roark

So temporary
Earth's tabled destiny

The shifting tectonics of time
only know continuous evolution
rendering today's attachment
but tomorrow's adjusted divide

Most sense not
when disturbance begins
when spilled milk begins to teach
when failure signals wisdom

From cradle to grave
conditioning grows unabated
advancing through
preschool
elementary
middle
high
higher
finally granting
one's very own onion skin
reality's tenuous admission ticket

Perfect job
Do this
Have that

Perfect relationship
Enjoined
Divorced

Unexpected seismic shifts erupt
innate calculations run asunder
passion's molten flow
fuses heart and mind

Eternity awaits
shackles melt free
unhappiness exits
flames cleanse bodily disease

Atop etheric wonder
smoke and cloud
transport ecstasy's confetti

seeking the first breeze to nowhere
the embracing calm of everywhere

Here

Existence sans time
day and night merge
with all that
was
is
and
will
ever
be

Welcome home

car sex ( Cinquain )

20-May-2013

clawing

at the ceiling

while her soft breasts flutter

around the wet sounds of her hand

pounding