Apparition
The noon permeates
Spreading its deafening emptiness
Exactly 1 o’clock
Like crickets’ plaintive tolls in some far woods, then
The emptiness blinds my sense
And consumes covetously
Burdened by my sadness
The weary body lays flat.
I look around disinterestedly
Far to the corner from the corner of my eyes
The emptiness silhouettes like “babadook”
Thumping its load…dook, dook, dook.
Its crooked hands stretch out
Already caressing my tum
It’s this I’ve been missing all fractions of seconds.
The creature makes way inside me
And I start feeling its fullness
From atom to molecule blood by blood
Oh! It’s a little thing again.
The moaning of the two doves
Sitting near my window
Brings back those forlorn memories.
I know I am still dreaming
The “babadook” just an apparition.
Hell
My memory swarms with pity
As I cross the new land
Old land is no more
The shape of the land changes more quickly,
Alas!
Then the heart of a mortal
When hope like a moth flies to the fire
With its timid wings and burns and dies against the warmth
Drenched by hail and sorrow
The bells of nearby clock cry out
Filling the air with phantoms
Horrified and weeping with misery
Anguish, atrocious, despotic
On my curved skull plants its black flag
I tread on a Chinese shop
The smoke numbs me
The next minute is heaven
As I see everyone’s revelling!
For what? The answer is dumb
Dumb like me like you
I wander in memory lane
Greeting alleged happiness but meet anon
Only sorrow
But this visitation often turns my blood cold
I writhe as cut by sharp-frozen wind
It’s not for fear but for pity
The wind howls like wolves
From every corner of this height
Phantom wings silhouette its dark shadows
Hanging like bats at nights
With no headlight I run helter-skelter
My voice chokes to its pitch…
Squalling for help
The long spooky hands stretch
To squeeze violet-scarred throat
I can’t breathe! I can’t
Acting like a dumped garbage
Alas! It has become of me
And my land.
Holi
(For a dear friend close to my heart)
As I walk down
With my weary steps
Leading to the far seen
Down the vast street
With a heavy heart
As if etherised by my mournfulness
I’ve seen a Spring arrives
Bragging its myriad hues
Rustling its silky leaves here and there
Again,
A thought strikes
Tingling my numbness
Suddenly i remember it’s Spring
The plums, the peaches
The rhododendrons line in straight
All spread everywhere whispering to one another
Are its testimony
And I’ve seen till my eyes blink
Everybody is rejoicing, my friend!
It’s festival of colours, it’s festival of light.
The colours, the flowers, the fire, the laughters, the drunk moods-
They all make a riddle to me
Remind me of my awkward disposition.
As he reposes in this mausoleum
A little twist in the corner of his pale lips
Unsullied in albescent.
In Spring flowers, devoured by the festive fire, with terra firma.
Everything’s dying
So will Spring.
Winter is coming…
Despair
These long indifferent nights
The shattered windows
The immobile weary mortal
Waiting for the last raindrop
The distant wild wind
Whispering despair hopes to the deaf ear
To the untamed heart
See the slow racing moon
Wading to the horizon deep down
Shouldering this last hope
Far away from my eyes
Leaving no trace of its image deep down
The night’s hours are lengthened
It’s shadow is creeping to me slowly
Devouring further and further
It’s too long to sit and wait
Neither the lights start dawning
Nor the sound of the chirping crows
So am I still and alone
It’s too young to slumber, you know
Those weary eyes never cease to open
The long distant shrill of the ships
Sometimes disturbs this lonely night
Also the murmuring voice of night’s whores
But don’t you dare to darn!
It’s all their ways of life
What would it look like if they are absent?
The dirtiest becomes magic and beautiful,
My friend, the true color is out and bright only in this quiet night
To me enters the reeks of the night’s dirtiest
And gobbles you and me in no time
The sick and queasy feeling!
Oh! What’s happening to me, to this city?
Don’t you know this?
My life, my city life!
Mirage
The haunting never ends for him
The nightmarish night sends shivering sweats
Turning him into corpse
The chase drags him into dungeon
Shutting all the doors inside
Let alone a pinhole ray of hope through
Hope, like a Holy Grail
Like hunting with shovel two feet of a rainbow
Hope, an idle fancy, a near impossibility
Disappears into thin air Phantom
For him.
That night’s talk became a prophecy overnight
Nobody knew the masquerade would become
Quite a show
But he only knew why
Since, he acted and was duped
Not once but many a time
Inside the garage, under the roof
Beside the river, deep into the woods
He kept silent all the night
Until the show was over
Why his uncle was arrested?
He recalls how
He hopelessly hid
Never letting her know
The already experienced
How he became a guinea pig
On the monstrous hands
How he failed to respond to her
But…
She taught him what it felt like the first touch
Like the same touch she received from the man
The first hateful breaths
The first hell of penetration!
Rather a naïve unripe girl
Her virginity was long broken
Thrashed repeatedly with an inhuman
Human big and strong whip
Oozing out of the wounded tender hole
The red liquid
Made the girl both victim and promiscuous
Bold enough to pollute him over and over again
And the twice victim
Psychedelic, hallucinatory euphoria
Run into his blood intoxicated
The smoke rises high
Devouring deep into the devil dungeon
Now drowning him down and down
The Phantom will never leave.
