of birth and death...

Of birth and death,

life is but a cross-fade.

A tinge of meaning,

painted to the trembles of my tendrils

as the soul of each encaptured emotion.

The aumkara of the first voice of the universe,

fumes up in my crevices.

With the smoke of ashes,

the wisdom of soul

smothers my ambience.

In the receding mist

of the unscribbled unclarity,

as I open my eyes-,

flown with the wind,

I find me gone…

I take birth,

in each bubble of fatality.

And I die in the sublimation,

of each vibration of music…

of every birth and death,

life is but a cross-fade.

Tryst with night

I immerse myself
in the deathliness of the night,
touch her bruised heart,
become one with her grief.

And she expresses me,
in the anguish,
of the incompleteness of her oceans.
...And awash with a holy sorrow,
in the profundity of her dewdrops.

...

I wait for the moonlight,

with the half-heartedness

of an eclipsed sun.

Twilight

a subdued silence,

stretched over the corners of the universe,

a silent cry,

of some uninitiated imagination…

with the glee

of moonful sky,

and the pain

of the slowly setting sun

the twilight collects the hidden glamour

of the painful atmosphere

and flashes its monotony

in the ghostly barks of obscured trees.

here I lie,

waiting,

for the night to come-

a wept out painting,

of some halfhearted insomniac.

buried,

in the gaze of stars,

I wish,

the cosmos to fall in itself,

and give birth, to another death,

for yet another creation…

huh..and I endlessly dream of the dawn,

to spark an inkling of its meaning,

in this wreck of an

overwhelming twilight,

which might burst anytime,

like the lump in the throat,

of a silently suffering, ageless woman…

11-May-09

Redeem me

You've gone away...
and with your wind,
you've taken the life out of me.

My poems are mere relics...
my breath is mere air...

Breath some life into me,
o faraway star...lead my way.
I'm lost in myself,
and i spill out
as my own expressions.
I pile myself up on these limbs,
and exist.

Enlighten me, my star...
Make me that laughter...
Unconditional,
uncorrupted...
Which rings loudly
through the deathly silence
of an abysmal life.

You

Your eyes,

are the eternity's expression of its absoluteness,
The culmination of life's chaos,

in one final silence of the unexpressed.
You are a pure consciousness.
An abstract cognition.
A transcendence of mortality.
Death in its essence.