Sunday, May 16, 2010
Traversing the forest of forgetfulness and displaced memories.
Travelling on alternate frequencies,
Multiple universes couldn’t prove the truth of the matter.
Reporting from a different galaxy,
The voice of consciousness was broken, distorted.
Truths were shaken inside the box…
And the dice rolled out unexpected numbers.
Trying to make sense,
Trying to carry the truth from the Atman
And not shuffle the equation.
Multiple colors, and the never fading black
Warring/Waltzing in my mind.
Reality is overrated.
Truth - overestimated even more.
Kaleidoscope of purple lights and yellow bits playing out their parts.
The wait, the anticipation, the premature hatching of a fragile dream…
Crushed by Miss Cinik and Master Thisbè Leaf.
‘You’ wrapped up in a consciousness of a few words, or a million epics…
Moving the further from the centre, the harder you try moving towards meaning.
Oh yes, ma’am … very surreal. But wait until the end of the show to analyze the truth of this show.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Different elements, different visions …
The only way I can see the world with your eyes
Is if I gouge your eyes out and mine
And we exchanged them…
Optical fluids and blood and all.
Mix fire with water and you’ll douse the former
Mix earth with wind, and you just tire the latter
Biological needs, and social ones
Aren’t the only things that make us human.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of orange dreams
Jack went down, and broke his crown,
But Jill still tried to follow the butterflies.
They say parallel lines meet at infinity,
Let’s just hope we do too.
For this life is just the beginning
Of the volatile warOf the Ram and the Lion.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Somewhere deep in my labyrinthine mind
That I can’t reach with a conscious map.
Strawberry kisses and blue jeans,
The bewitched air under the august sun,
Whiffs of your smile, your caressing eyes-
And the forgotten taste of a rainbow dream.
I don’t know if you know
Our paths still cross on the other side of life.
The chance encounters in the dead of night
When the sandman visits my bed,
Sprinkling diamond dust
Of evenings half an age ago.
And as I sink into oblivion,
I wound my way sometimes,
To that parallel universe
Of our strawberry kisses and blue jeans.