So it ends

And so it ends

Not with a bang 

but with a whimper

A silent protest

For the heart-broken

The ones with hollowed eyes

Depraved and decayed

Their souls slashed and frayed

Goodbye o'9

She could not be mine

But then

Nothing could, really.

Goodbye

(*** Many thanks to TS Eliot for the first two lines ***)

War on the heavens

Green-blue flames lick the ashes of time

Beautiful ashes, eye-died surprise

Sulphur waters in arsenic lands

Deadly, fumigating sands

Blue skinned warriors ride the land

Their joyous maidens, hand in hand

Skies asunder, heavens cry

To defeat the truth, they all try

Her Beauty

Her beauty's like a drug

I can't think clear

Oh... To have her

So tantalizingly near

Her clear eyes,

Her swift smile

Oh... stay, if only for a while

But she cannot feel

She cannot heal

For the wound shows not

It’s inside that i choose to rot

But ah... tantalizing her smile

My delicate beauty...

Stay awhile.

Softly

Softly she treads

Rhythmic patterns in my mind

Gently she tiptoes past my dream

In her gentle silence, bliss I find


Softly she glances

Her dark, liquid eyes

Misty long lashes

Stirring in bewildered surprise


Softly she smiles

And I die a thousand deaths

Quiet and unassuming

Rosy, blooming flower beds


Soft is her demeanor, hard though be her heart

Soft and gentle the poison of love, shooting within from the dart

For her

The oceans in her eyes

The dark, soft wisdom

Surprise

The flower soft

Gentle her smile

Beautiful face

Beguile

Mine she will never be

Since her in pain i can't see

So I shall let it be

If it eats me up inside

So shall it be

I don't think I'll ever ask again - why me?

My country is poor

My country is poor.

Its people have no food

Spitting on the road

(and piddling on the wall)

Isn't even considered rude.


My country is poor

Villagers live in half-baked huts

They work day and night o the farms

No roads are there, only ruts.


People starve in Jhabua

Scrounging for a meal

In Orissa they'd kill for food

That's the sad deal


My land is poor

Rains have been unfair

A week of delayed fall

Arouses uncertainty, gives scare


The people are poor, aye

But only in their pockets

In their heart resides great mirth

They are deep, strong rooted


No money worries them not

The rich sleep less

Yet at the end of the road

They all sleep the same


The former at peace

In love with nature

Not a cruel slasher of trees

For smoke billowing factories


Ancient as the trees

His gnarled beard and deep brown eyes

His fields, for his wise delight

And he speaks little

Profound silence echoes.

Hazel eyed silence

Hazel Eyed Silence

She looked into my mind

Peace, gentle Maenad

The Adrishyas are nigh

Swarnakavach has risen

In the dusty mounds of night

Soft Apocrypha shakes her mane slightly

Urvashi dances again.

And....

A man walks past

In tattered Dhoti-Kurta

A red truck stands and growls

Green flakes of silence flow.

The Silent Ones

They smile; they grin
Wide laughs, wild laughs
Arcane powers of innocent eyes
Deranged genius, my child
Deranged – totally, utterly wild

Hauntingly he gazes
And abruptly laughs his short bark
Is that allowed?
Ah yes ……… next patient, please

This one’s all ears
Large brown tufts of curly hair
The bald ones enviously glance
Till they see his shining pate

Abstract, surreal he tries to be
The sudden crackle of Chhaunka of Ghee
The soft effusing essence
The parched earth – a droplet of rain

Suddenly, the dam breaks
Breaks minds, broken minds
Subtlety it finds
Silence

The sound of art
Monologues, Dialogues, Dionysian riotous orgies
All enveloped in silence
Dissonance
All Dissolve

The War

The bomb-shells roaring overhead

Nixon-Churchill playing dice

Another female disrobed

Divine weapons clash in the sky

Politics, covert, honour, death

Manipulated tools move in silence

Fools they are

Tools of a lost cause

The foolish king, the foolish father

A cunning politician

Live transmission of ancient TV

Fires erupt in Titanomachia

Shuddering silence – Gaia cries

Throws up umbilical noose

Her daughter climbs down

Her sons are becoming men

Badly thrashed, the place runs awry

Pleading eyes silenced with guns

20 Years passed – dazed horror of her eyes

We change the channels – and forget

The story is now censored

The rape of Lucrece

History we manipulated

The embers glow again

Life of the Droplet

When life was naught

I was there

When the creatures began

I saw them still

All life did evolve

But I am trap'd

In Endlessness

Once, I was a pure droplet

Clear, a gentle soft drop on the lilies

Called by Him Again

Back to my lost identity

My flock was dark

We travelled wide

Brought transcendent chaos

Droplets of the azure sky.

Ever?

The subtle radiance of a star-dewed flower

Emanates soft swishes in the night

And as you smile your lilac petal smile

The chrysanthemums bloom wild

The chrysanthemums bloom wild


Yes, they bloom. Even in gloom. Even in doom

You, star-shining within my substance

You who shall not wither

Why do smile so, my fleur?

Why, is that silence your speech?


Purple dew melts into the bowl of Aphrodite

Tender stirring, the dryad druid of love

Silence envelops the mystic green fumes that rise

Awakens again the me.

Link to my Travelogues

http://jaytravelogues.blogspot.com/