The Spooky Guitar

Wanted a tambourine sound on a guitar

silently to pluck the real power off the chords

and play the Nordic song of separation

As is the air waft with the scent of eloping rain

Wait! Listen to my heartbeat and then strum the wire

to the exact melody of fortune for the businessman

becoming something else, an igloo to begin with and dance

forlorn with a long face drawn in favor of rendezvous

under the railway bridge where we light the fire with a beer

andĀ  to close the pugmarks, we sprinkle the snowy residue

and it is abandoned to the Guitar beat, the gypsy song

which you shared with and rushed off with coffee

while I kept on beating the guitar till the morning

I supress the kiss of the woods under my feet

as the last song is played on the spooky Guitar beat!

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The Lyrical Painter

He painted hollow and the hollowed men

An empty eye and an emptied face for the urn

in which the fate would dissolve love like a foam

of a wizard who would induce more of lyrical love

and then the queen who wished to be a ballerina

to steal a place into the heart of the audience

 

He would paint the queen and the ballerina

given to the artist as stranglers of thought

and then again to strangle the mob and

win the war against the third rikeĀ till the death

of innocence in the painter and, he would produce a marvel

of colour upon colours like staking claims on the playing cards

to guess the card the queen had,

the plum of hearts but not a chance for the ballerina

for she had a knight to herself as shinning armour

 

and he painted a lyrical ballad of yore on to the canvas

the ballerina having come to dance and the queen

as a dying morph of the dance both as one.

Timeless Love

Time is endless like in a thought,

spoken by the sage is thoughtless,

Nothing extinguishes fire but water,

While wind surges fires wild in forest,

The inner eyes thank the mighty earth,

For the birth of body devout as it seems,

To the roots, the body clutches like a

mighty flower that flowers in water

 

Nothing is permanent but time,

Salutes to its manifestation in

Thoughts of a sage, silent and aloof,

There are a beauteous form and nothing,

exists but the atom and the self without atom,

Is the soul of every man when on the,

mountains nothing sweeps silence but,

thin air that dwarfs ego and love is born

Love for love’s sake

In the glow of afterglow of a tulip,

morphs shape into destiny,

never questioning the faith in a sublime tonal value,

of the imperceptible you, the blue water of the seas gushing.

the sensation of love flowing through is the cause of all love,

that I love you in the very essence of the thing,

is the answer to fallacies logic compiles,

in hosting itself in another soul,

the imperceptible you is the last sentence,

of racing towards God’s perimeter,

in calling goats a goat of spirituality,

hardly ever munching the words of passion,

I declare God is effusive of civilization,

that we hardly reconsider in knowing each other.

the gambit of a pawn brokering in the silence of the room,

when hardly anything moves but the essential being,

of King conquering the counsel of the world,

He is now no longer a rascal sleeping under the night sky,

that he too has the dreams of making king crown the glory,

of a pawn broker and love for love’s sake uniting.