tiger dominates sunshine
fate dominates smiles
ringing true is your voice
lying anew your love
answers I have many
solutions known none
rights democracies sleep
naked truths peep
no more orange sunrise
birds flying west…
saw your name
called pleasure
heard your voice
inspiration
no your smell
from nowhere
no your smile
heaven’s gentle hell
whom can we trust
whom do we blame
my shadows
your name
whom do we love
whom do tame
truse passion
false shame
she’s here….she’s there….she’s nowhere…
sun god kiss
ideaspot love a tiger
tigers free monkeys are out
Yes I loved them
Marine drive
midnight st
Neha shah
tacos enchiladas
paulomi anita
For Nest
hoo Janu hoo janu
Bombay university
Pau bhaji on streets
parel zoo building
with marathyi animals
poetry for you
zoo building
pinjra pol
panjrapol
while most approach love
as a party pill
I meet love as a wounded pigeon
flying nowhere
searching for solace – a home.
tiger ready for a kill
moonlight. Black street
poisoned moon
black night grey cloud
shining
Sunny and bright from all my windows as i plunge into an hour long hot bath. waiting at the hamilton bus stop was enjoyable as i took the free bus and saw all of hamilton in 7 minutes. Most people seem to be genuinely nice in this city as I met this maori girl with a slight limp due to an accident. at six it was slightly cold. I had 3 litres of water from the warehouse and said goodbye to hamilton, which is a nice place but i’m coloured by my experiences with the a-hole here. Couldn’t walk to the river since tanya was sleeping and thus I decided it was time to leave. Priya is a gem of a person and very sensitive and helping. The mountain with a million solar blue candles looked rather cute. its time for new beginnings and erasing a few people from the system.
am varma, not charmer,
you haven’t seen me bleed
morbid tears
gentle nights sleep.
ring cried 90 pills
as I sat by the bed
of mom
Neither lived died nor slept
dad left, mom loved gentle son
teachers devil – running
to strangers searching
dimple’s dad died. tears of diamond
little cat blind st
surviving deceit, dillusions,
Memory Neha
my pain has a snake it venomous
swimming in my head and heart beat
he has several friends my dead family and evil mates
my snake has number of hiding places
and no medicine saves me from him
from lovers who loved enough so that they’d betray
and murder is my love affair
in cold nights
they made love to pineapples in fiji
taste of a fried fish
at times blue eyes
rose besides starry skies
looking loving milllion suns
mountains rainbows waterfalls
i’m green
like spok love within raised eyebrows
elephants trumpets are
my songs
and my ghosts sing along.
This is part of hand in to Michelle, our encourager-in-chief. The Originals 5 pages and 6 and 7. With a few words on Ghazals.
Ghazals came into India around 50 years after Moghuls did. Persian language
interacted with Hindi, which was a commoner language as opposed to sanskrit,
which was language of the Brahmins and the Oral scriptures like Vedas, Puranhas
and the geeta were written on it. Guzzles were written by Gods of poetry and
arts flourished in India as secularism
in India during the reign of akbar the Great. it was something like 343. Now
then, Mirza Ghalib and others were sensational as they read poetry in the
backstreets of Lahore under candle lights. And then there were guzzles.
My late friend aslam wrote ghazals for preeti whom he loved when I wrote poems
for Dimple. I was anglicised prefering bread to Roti and Rod Stewart to
Guzzles.
My father used to play guzzles but those were the days, I tried to do everything
against or unlike him. But guzzles brought tears to my eyes and each line was
actuallly connected to the main verse.
All night
a slight fiddling
touched my ears
went out in the back street
and nobody there.
Distances could be so
unthoughtlessly weird
she was sitting in front of me
but she didn’t belong.
When father died I did not cremate him. That compromises his chances of going to
heaven since elder sun should light the fire. My first father poem 11 years
after death is on www.blueskyfox.com which is more colourful thanks to 343.
That’s the section it is in.
Into a sweet silent blue pond on a moonlit night
jostling with lotus flower savage smiled
ultimately nothing matters or
so he thought as he dreamt of her in a white flowing gown
tears of joy
lit his smile
onslaught of feelings for someone else’s woman
veered into an obsession that grew
ensembled an army of twingy little needles
aroma filled his senses as the steed neighed
my god I love her. it can kill. this love thing
yelled her name loud and clear yet non could hear except
michelle. she knew what went in savage heart
cared enough to read between the lines
day dreams brought daisis and hibiscus together
alternating
intensifying
desire purity eternity matrimony maternity
othello’s error
ring larger than life
escalated into a frenzy
mad
maniac
almanac
nano second love at sight
eclipse enchanted these pair of eyes
love is asking for more blood
satisfied savage rose
on a sunny island afternoon
niether sure nor lonely
going on a green track
of a funny feeling a
devilish joy a paradise
high
escaped the whirlpool
locked in her hair
picked a whistling waterfalls
moulding
eternity
Enters a new dilemma
magic’S momentary momentum
mind’s anxious desiring my
arrow slings misses aim
turning new corner’s chic
understating the vile shroud
raining a sweet sharp aroma
nights, starless moon cacti
escape eternal trap dead
rises.
enters a new dilemma
massacres madness mentally
mauling shreds of my heart
arrow bloody poisonous snake charm
moulding clay dying alternate Indian death.
yes there was a neha. like there was ram, allah, jesus
but your volcano makes my feeling ‘run get it oh!’
moulding clay holding candles
isolating creative venom with fire,
childlike enthusiasm
hell-bent on spontaneity
eclipsing errors
loving mistakes
longing to take poetry to another level
eternal enthusiastic era
in the ocean of life. amidst species of million kinds. swim I upstream to night mares that look like a dream. touch me kiss me hold me. my life’s a vacuum that holds nothing within.
met I sympathy empathy and love in every street every corner. looks like this city is filled with art.
barren tree was brown tangled antelope
my wave is my disease. ocean I am
and thirsty too.
I sing poetry outscoring my breathes.
dad’s not in Symond street.
mist will rise and fall but we remain.
employer intuition. one look at the name and they know.
motion tween symbols movie clip buttons
as alex tottered into Khyber jungle
the Persians entered west. milking
the promise of sugar
hitler gave independence not Gandhi
compromising sunsets on paper piece
napolean entered Russian winter
alex indian summer. that’s why I love mad dogs who tamed waves and embraced seasons. akbar poetry art music, architecture shahjahan spread. aurangzeb decayed.
guzzled intoxicated. adrenalin. substance abuse queen st, albert mt. under influence. lost. found. drowned in music from an old genre.
queen hurt me 23 times on august morn daggered 2000 knives. felt bare. wasn’t there as they insulted my favorite beings.
say something. anything. react. kiss. kill. 6TH PAGE PLAINS
Aroma smile care
mysterious recurring dream
yonder lies a new sham
making charm a drama
creating syringe anon
daring straight – feminine
arson blood heart burns real
incense purity twins
darling deadly doodle also
______________ cacoon
elephants sing oh rama
minds matter ma’m
mumbling luv fairy
alternating dream
nested loop in an arc
eternity selfish fad
loves drama
sells holy water triniti
owes life to red
number
black on blond. green neon clock ticking shoe squeaking
tell a call yellow soul nee hyung pyav nyah blond on black
couch feels slow soft and black yellow pen jingle bell pink
is sweet green is mail clock is tick troubled souls am I black
child’s dream. malu’s hat searching for privacy. she’s here. Oh there
she is.
Unsure I fear. feel endure. anxiety’s love. green is nice but brown is twice
aging legs. aching heads.
shaking what?
sugars gone. can go on. wilt’s here
bowlers arm. pirate charm. crap cycle. I think 12. grammar
everywhere energy don’t ignore. you will know. you will want
shut up. time flies. rosy way. Monday. welcome to stay. MM
caffeine. need to go. cant settle. I must know. you said email.
metabolism. 5000 words. abstarct philosophy. two pages.
succinct big fancy adverb tired. hahahahahahaha. oh my god
French kiss semester thousand spark vogar Microsoft Korean
day main ¾ off. Book shop. ultimate Russian
anthropologist dream. tongan proverb killer father road winds
middle niger sexuality history land of girls charisma socrates mars
imagination energy element outrageous dusk darwin Greece
rome. time is pass. pass is class. golden boy. sunshine girl
gray long cloud
you looked like a torn flower taday
and it was I who bled hoping
that crimson will bring back
the lustre on your rosy cheeks
or one time forgotten spring…
Crocodile tears tear a
Cleopatra love affair
the crown’s orange
song pink butterfly
some world makes
splashy waves
but barrenness raise
fires ancient tree
riding new waves
cold camel shore
something’s moving
The land where flourished true love
Away from eastern dark
And ivory mountains
Where they loved and lost
Years later to be found in the east
To be lost forever
But this time life had found them
Together
And
The monotony that was Savage’s definition
Of a marriage
Bound them together.
I High above the ivory mountains Surrounded by pine trees Up on crystal towers Swept by the wild breeze Loved by the wanton geese Touched on a side by soaring cliffs Kissed by calm grey eternal seas Stood the summer palace King Philip’s One summer came Here to stay young Irene 20 she was then, Fresh as a whisper in the winds Soft as a dew on the greens The summer palace She had never seen. Irene, the beautiful princess Her songs haunted the winds Artistic, lovely, slim Soft the structure; and a heart bold Pouted lips. Steady eyed: Iron willed. Enchanting body and simple soul Irene the princess could lip-read With eyes in the dark gleamed Her heart no noble could win Though her smile melted hearts And soft as her heart seemed She confessed she could never feel Vain nobles proposed her hand Proposals (from near and far) Proposals – a lot She refused. None an after-thought “Heartless she is ” (whispered her friends) But heartless she was not The truth is sometimes if not most Much more than meets the eye Obscured by appearances Haunted by ghosts And sometimes rare Clouded by lies Cause the same Irene had abolished hunting in her land And defaulters she would apprehend “Never shall one kill the beast For mere pleasure or a royal feast” As the king trusted his daughter blind She was his favourite and always on his mind But the servants never shut the spying eyes One day the princess Wanted to riding go And riding, she went Her father could never say a no – As she descended Into the forbidden woods, Into the forbidden land But Eastern Dark was Beyond the Irene empires No soul ever dared wander Eastern Dark was ruled by Sparks And Sparks killed on slander Most referred him a savage And wished at times he be tender A hybrid of a noble, learned, discreet woman A hybrid of a cruel, callous, unfaithful man Sparks lived on plunder A savage at heart Callus and sinner in more ways than one Savage lived in the blinds And he hated the Sun He ruled over the Gypsy tribe Which settled in there 1200 AD Whom he loved inside; They could at him jibe The savage lived the dark Hunting the wild gave him a satisfaction – cynical He was a villain and evil at heart Sharp at words and quick at vocabulary Learned. The blood of the noble woman Evil – The heart of a cruel man He could charm the birds off trees Though his charm was seldom if at all Wasted (?) on birds or fleas Women and never wine Were his weaknesses prime Killing in his land was not considered a crime And thus on the morning he killed To avenge the death of a gypsy waif That the lion had skinned Whom now he trap and kill When word came through that Jessica saw the beast Under the Red Sand Mountain Sparks rode as hell had no fury’s name Out aside with sword and shame Pulled out his silver lancet sharp Hunting gave his glory fame And down the woods the Lion came Sharp the eyes mammoth the frame And quick before the sound through harp Savage down from his horses came And eyes across eyes did meet And two animals none could tame As though the silence could much speak Their grey eyes a single burning flame Sparks – Savage was not just in name One strike left the lion lame One must the other eat Both animals were on their feet! A roar the wounded lion gave Amidst the rising passion – a scratch The blood: Sparks could not save And silence then became discreet The pride and arrogance left insane A smile reached the wounded Savage eye His arm bleeding like it rains His lancet one and a half metres long Swished across the air like a song The lion was faster than most The lion played the jungle host His claws penetrated Savage guts And deep, deeper the bloody cuts While seeing blood – his own Made Sparks smile A battle A battle A battle A mile Sparks adored the lion’s style And speed he had to catch up in a while The golden mane he came close And as the scarlet blood flows Swish, went the Savage eyes The lancet moved faster Hard and high The sabre cut the lion’s throat A smile The hunter gave a gloat And Savage killed with poetic rhythm Killing on slander; the Savage anthem Night after night, day after day It was the same, the savage and his bloody games As evil Sparks gained Savage name And hoofs thundered And earth shuddered As Savage came And Savage came II Lost her way that night Irene the beautiful princess The horse stumbled as she Fell in the waterfalls The horse died She fell into Spark’s arms The horse died She felt not Irene had never cried She felt never Pain or pleasure The Luna night The moon was out As she stood awashed In the silver light And the waterfalls ‘Fountains of youth ‘ It was called A tribal belief She was all but undrenched Her white skin on white glistened As she caught the savage eye He smiled his brown skin tanned He smiled she had a beauty rare Looking ravishing in the moonlight Like a wild flower That touched his savage heart As he picked her Indignant by the Savage touch And before she could reason He kissed her Amidst the water falls She was cold and then she was warm Intrigued by the savage charm She couldn’t love She couldn’t hate “Friends” her eyes shone She wasn’t an ingrate But the savage wanted much more He used friendship as bait “Ah! Young man lets be friends Friends to the core!” Her extended hand Met his His eyes a seldom smile bore “A very special friend?” he mused “So be it”. But friendship was not his wish Her ignorance was her bliss He helped her out of the eastern reach As they rode back on his black steed Which sped through the jungle’s silver light And send her home late that night Much after he stopped to say good bye Much after he paused to say good night * “I hate to say good bye” He stopped at the palace gate “How could someone part With something as beautiful as you And why! I hate to say good bye” One tear in the cruel eye “Try”, smiled she flattered, yet untouched “Try” her luscious lips glowing Her twinkled eye all knowing The savage feeling growing As he pulled her The spying eyes “I love you as I’ve never loved, I’d live and die for you” said he “I don’t know I can’t feel I don’t know If I want to”; said she “Then please do, or don’t know thee How much I love you Don’t ye love me? Irene” He stopped “Don’t ye love me” “I don’t know… Summer palace is not my abode I will have to leave someday My father has plans for me To send me to a foreign land To further my knowledge And love is too early for my age Sparks, I don’t know, I don’t know, ” Was more than he could hear “I don’t care when you go I don’t care where you go But till then be near” As he came close. One hand stroked Fingers through her hair She resisted “She always would” Thought he “Indeed, very rare” The princess could lip read The savage had seen women The savage had seen life “But never in my entire life Have I seen a woman as beautiful as ye!” He kissed her Cleopatra nose and held her She made him feel things never felt When he felt her He kissed with a savage force And then kissed gentle as a rose “This girl is a woman ” Savage thought And savage was enough of a man To know that (The princess could lip read) Though right now he felt more like a boy Fondling Caressing Touching Holding His puppy love as if it were his favourite toy. III He looked heavenwards and Said, “Lord I deserve her” As lord looked down upon earth and said “No my son I love you and can’t curse But you sinned in thy life You deserve not true love You deserve much worse” “Father in heaven holy be thy name May you – we always hail! Lord I can’t give her up I shall fight I shall fight tooth and nail” “So be it my son Consider this a battle you never won” Arrogance laughed and fears cried All but lost was savage mind His love and his hate Were they but his unfortunate fate? “Unfortunate” a word he never self used The savage was in an ironical way amused “And when again shall we meet” He turned towards her “On full moon night” her face lit “All right then we shall meet under this very oak tree All right I will come after I finish hunting” “But hunting is abolished in my land, Sparks” Shocked she “Don’t you know? Animals we have to save” “But my jungle is not within thy boundaries, princess I’m your lover not your slave Or don’t you know!” She smiled again, her eyes lit bright “I never even once thought so” A promise he would keep He gave up killing that very night Till the day she was within his hearts reach A contract he would not breach A promise he would keep He rode back to the jungles he came from Savage did not sleep that night to dawn Next morning early He Came out of the leafy blinds The savage wanted to see light As the sun came out From nowhere For his eyes it was too bright Golden was the green and black His mother used to worship the sun As he bowed on his knees in prayer She had changed him And he was only too aware And without even a single rumble The crust of the savage heart crumbled It could only be love But two sided it was not Not yet at least And something’s are realised Much, much too late They walked in the night She cancelled her party with kith and kin As he looked at her Her mane unleashed She looked as if she were a dream Wild as a jungle flower; Colour blushed her face Exotic was her aroma He wanted to hold her He wanted to kiss her As he stood mesmerised Under the tree Savage never forgot that night Never felt that way A little tongue-tied “Be mine, be my bride” He sighed “No Sparks, I’ll have to wait and see It’s something I can’t just decide You are free though to go And choose any girl for thyself Can’t decide at this juncture What I want myself” Arrogance we are born with Patience we learn the hard way And once it comes through It is and will remain there to stay “I shall love thee forever princess” “But forever is a long time” “And now? What is wrong with now, Irene?” “Now Sparks, is the wrong time” A weakness a weakness a weakness he must find Use instinct Use intuition Use experience Use the mind A weakness a weakness a weakness he must find Sometimes confusion Sometimes love Sometimes arrogance Make us blind And all but in control was the savage mind “Only the dumb can’t decide” he persisted “Then count me with them” she resisted “Don’t leave, Oh! Don’t leave, Don’t leave yet! Please don’t leave” The tiger meowed She smiled and she stopped “What is it with you?” “I think it’s love and I know it’s true” “Sparky! No body is indispensable” “Exceptions are independent And exceptions are undependable” “Your patience does you credit” “When you love something wait long Before you grab it Irene I must touch you” “And you claim you love me true?” “Even true love Irene must touch” he hushed “I don’t think as much” she blushed “And what difference shall a kiss make, tell me” “My words Sparks my words exactly” “Passion adds colour to love Passion adds flame to fire And passion is not lust” he tried “True love is to feel without having to touch” she replied “I have to go now, I must though I go on morns by the river for a lone walk I wish you could come but it will be dark And you live so far” “Princess, I shall start early And find my way in the dark Then there’s always the pole star. I shall meet you at the palace lawns I shall meet you at dawn” He woke up at three and reached at quarter to five She lay dreaming when suddenly his face appeared In her dream before her eyes She awoke and she stretched it was already dawn Went near the window to eye the palace lawn He stood right there dressed in black She hurried and moments late She was there And they met time and again Sharing happiness anger grief and pain The savage could not let go And the princess did not know Moments hours and days Golden sunsets Silver morns They all made way As they basked in each others warmth Hot afternoons & Chilly rains Through jungle banquets he went without meat A promise A promise A promise he must keep As the Savage waited Held back tear in his eye For a sound reply Softly he spoke “Darling I want nothing from thee I just want to know and know for sure If it really is love you feel for me Irene! Break the chains that bind me Irene! Let your true love find me Can’t we live for the moment? And the moment alone One moment at a time One moment to the next Let this moment freeze Let this moment be our best And then if our love be true It will survive and far outlive The harsh realities of life’s cruel tests Tomorrow Irene none has foreseen Tomorrow is but a dream And since yesterday is a has-been Today is all we have my beautiful Irene All I need know is, is it love thee feels Should I stay or should I leave” “Sparks I will be gone for two years, Too long a time to save love And to save tears And then maybe I’ll go for more It could even be four I want not you to lie in wait for me Let me decide in a day or so My decision will bind ye Or set you free” And when alone he walked in the forests at nights As she lay asleep in her palace at the other side He saw the stars seeing her face in the moons An answer. An answer. An answer he would have soon And when he would see her in the evening tomorrow The answer would bring him pleasure or The answer would set forth the reign of sorrows He met her next to next evening at five He was late But his heart stopped after what she had to say Was said “And have you an answer” he looked in her eyes As she nodded, and he sighed The moment of truth at last As he looked down the palace grass She said “No” that’s all she said He looked down. Sad not betrayed Her answer may have been his fall But she had spoke the truth after all As the princess asked “Do you want to be left alone With thyself and thy thoughts?” “No” he hissed his thoughts far-gone He looked down and looked up again Up above the rest: Up much above the crest Up at his father in heaven And his heart screamed “God you have done this to me No tears. No sorrows but I feel betrayed Lord you just couldn’t let me be But it is thy will, not mine And am I just a mere pawn Of my fate The goodness with which you had Set my heart free Is it all gone with my fate? I will do it to the mortals you love What you have done to me in hate Fire and blood rains will colour thy earth The earth shall be torn from the centre All your loved souls shall run helter-skelter And I be not feared by your curse And may my downfall be the cause of your mirth I will set fire wherever I shall go And don’t flatter thyself I shall survive the blow Never shall I be one with you I am the son of Satan I disown you And the virtuous shall weep As my heart weeps today Oh heavens your dawns be black And dusk be bloody My defence will be my worst attack Lord almighty I am done And all because you wanted some fun Widows shall cry and orphans shall weep A promise A promise A promise I shall keep” “Threaten not me my son You still have a lot to learn The day of judgement await And then resign to your fate You are a mere mortal yourself And spoilt by your whims and fancies Spoilt by your silly victories Spoilt rotten and arrogant you are But this time you have gone too far Much much too far You deserve not a mere curse You deserve much worse But fortunate you are Your past deeds still hold good Don’t tell me what I do Or What I should Threaten not me my son Threaten me never my son Let all thy good deeds be undone Go your way, live thy life What I want done will be done” The fear shut Sparks up For the first time Sparks felt The power of raw fear Silence and silence alone Uninterrupted Undisputed He descended As towards the river they walked There was none an after-talk And Sparks his eyes blood shot His emotions on the brink Helpless, he was and yet ready to kill “Sparks, Will ye share the thoughts thee thinks” “I will Irene I most definitely will” They sat by the riverbank The sun set, the red disappearing To give way the night blues And in the air the purple hue “Am leaving tomorrow for the land Of the Hebrews The desert, The Arabs, The Nile, The sands” “And us, will we still be friends, ” “In feelings only, I don’t see again we ever meet And then princess all good things come to an end Better to part in smiles than to part in deceit” She closed her eyes, as she sat, putting her head on her knee Quiet, very quiet. As Savage turned She moved not even yet he was moved Her eyes closed and thus she spake “Nothing ” a mere whispered tone close to tears Could she feel after all? After all these years Of Heartlessness Heartless she was Hath said her friends “Lets walk it’s our last eve together” Pulling her up Hand in hand But she was wordless And Savage tried in vain To make her smile As her feelings burst Like a volcano bursts Once in a life time And she finally cried The Savage believed not his very eyes Her tears she could not hide Tears gushing out. Her face red and warm Savage spoke “Do you oft cry when friends depart” He held her “Are you sure you love me not Just look me cross in my eyes Cross thy heart Say you love me not That’s all I want from you Just say you don’t ” She looked at him with tearful eyes “I think I do” Her lips were warm “I think I do” As he held her She wept and cried too As he kissed her Hard and long It was dark and time flew She responded unrestrained As relief spread in the savage mind Their feet cold in the waters And their hearts warm within As true love the Savage found And the princess – Emotions she finally felt Her heart finally cracked Just before the gold in it melt As they stood in each other’s arms held The eve brought back life in their deserted Souls With a lot of smiles and some useful tears The savage and the princess The tiger and the deer The impossible dream that came true As he looked up above the dark blue-red -Purple hue And thanked his father in heaven And begged to be forgiven Words he had spoken in vain His arrogance be forgiven His father smiled As Savage spoke “I don’t care if I lose her now I don’t care if this be the greatest mistake Of all I don’t care if the flight of emotions Cause me to a committed fall It is better to have loved and lost Then to never have loved at all” They lived at a time one-day Their love selfless and had a passionate quality The animal magnetism that they experienced untamed Saw sparks in the jungle fire’s duality Which burned at both ends Wild is a word too mild Burning with passion bright Blood red passion And sometimes gentle like blowing winds Through whispering groves And gentle is a strong word to use Soft like the morning dew Free as a flying bird The love they shared in three months Far exceeded the sheer intensity Of love’s personified shadow People feel in a lifetime What they felt for the other IV Savage entered the palace grounds one night Went up the mad, eternal cliffs Into the balcony up the Oak tree Crescent was the moon As he reached the palace balcony Lost his balance as he almost fell Holding on to the creeper The guard turned blind-eyed As Savage jumped within Entered her private chambers She lay asleep dressed in cream She awoke with a start His hands were quick to Lock her open warm mouth Her frenzied scream She recognised him in the dark As he kissed her “I had to see you” Her body felt like soft cream One hand moved up on her silky legs She got up from the dream To move away in time “I want you” “Sparks someone will see You must go You must” She urged He smiled enjoying her disrelief “All right then, Kiss me first And maybe I shall leave” As he held her She couldn’t resist As she lay in his arms Timelessness and love’s mist She fell asleep As he held her night to dawn And just before the gleam of light He got up and jumped out holding the tree And rode away in the steal of the night Helina the youngest daughter of the king Saw him leave She complained The king was disbelieved And dismayed Enraged, He Send out for his daughter “You are my child, my right hand Irene How could your judgement falter? How could you a mistake make? You whose judgement I pride upon Oh Irene truly my child I am dismayed” “Father he has changed completely He is a man capable of loving A woman complete With his heart His soul He is brave and He is bold” “His soul he has to Lucifer sold Your happiness is mine But I strongly disapprove You shall have to make a choice Whether you want to go the orient To learn the art of creating silk Or you want to be the savage bride And live like he lives on barbaric hunting” Ambition crowns individualism Ambition overpowers feelings As the princess decided to leave For China Tears brimming in her eyes And told savage of her plans When she met him that night “I am going far east, but to your heart I shall be near – I shall be back And we shall meet To my heart you’re much too dear I love you and I always will To you I shall always be true” “Princess When do you leave?” His silence spoke “In a week And I shall not be forever gone I shall come back,” she said He stood quiet “All right then I shall wait” And when she finally had to leave, As they met before she left “I don’t know what future holds But promise me Sparks That you will see me once before I die If I do in foreign land You will come to see me” “So be it my fair princess I shall keep my word If not any other promises As time goes I shall keep this word” She left in her father’s ship “Irena” Leaving him behind in the dark As she sailed to the distant shores of China The jungle felt like a desert to the savage heart And Gypsy dances brought no pleasure to Sparks He couldn’t live without her He realised when she left As the hard hit fact sunk in He looked up at the stars and he saw her Love’s separation is it’s own delight And heart aching He waited for six rains But she never came One day he took his steed and just left Informing not the old wise man Morooni Or his best friend the third princess Isabel He crossed the jungles and rode like hell He had to see her V A journey of 67 days and 66 nights Froth with danger, struggle and eternal strife Horse back and saddle free Through thundering typhoons in rafted seas Bleeding feet and bleeding knees Out of France through Spain Cordoba The large dark churches with crosses Over them The White Seagulls, the dark fishermen The Spanish guitar Evergreens and rocky terrain Into the wild African land Morroco, Khairwaan Cannibals and Witch heads Thick Jungles, Zulu and Masai Tribes men Crocodiles and Pythons Lost. Unexplored land Marshes, black-mudded and red Quick sands African herds of big-eared elephants Flies and sickness Rains and disease Pygmies the tiny men Poisoned arrows but Helpful hands Unknown tongues and Faithful friends Sahara, Egypt and Arabia Nile and Cairo Camels and Caravans The land of pharaohs Through desert storms and furnace hot sands Hunger, thirst, and killing him But he could not die Jerusalem, the land of Christ Palestine and Damascus Baghdad and Persia Herat and Ghazni The Khyber Pass, Afghanistan The mystery that was India Punjab and Sindh, Indus Bleeding shoes wounded knees Sweating salts and aching feet Pathways wild, Asia Lion traps and snake pits Tiger country and leopard land The savage had to hunt He had to live not be killed To see her He lived on sheer will Himalayas, crossover and Finally Tibet Buddhist Monasteries Meditation, self-control and resistance Peaceful clan Snowy terrain, biting winds And the jagged mountains with dizzy heights Slipping feet and icy nights As he held on to dear life And his tired eyes searched for his Irene Dusted, He reached the Chinese land His skin colour a darker tan Rusted He had promised her he would be there Far from the Ivory mountains and the pine trees Far from the horizons his eyes once reached Far in the Far East The Mongol mountains The rice fields, the con hats Wells where he quenched His thirst And as night engulfed he found Himself In the bright Chinese market Dusting away the brown dust Greeted by fireworks And lights red As he splendoured The Yuan dynasty At it’s best The King Chui Hung’s 89th birthday As beautiful exotic China lit up VI He searched and his eyes stopped He saw his Irene In one of the palace balconies A smile reached his tired eyes After years a genuine smile He stood there numb Their eyes met And at last! “Irene” he mumbled The princess could lip read “I will climb the gates Tonight to meet you Irene I have waited for this moment For years, have you?” He whispered through the layers of wind That separated them “Yes I have” Her eyes spoke As tears streamed down As she saw him and his bloody clothes The traveller had reached his destination “Oh Allah be praised, Jesus flourish And Buddha I surrender, All mighty ye granted me My only wish”. They finally met Responding to her soul call Making love out of nothing at all. The promise he had made He kept without a single regret They met. And made love Wild and soothing All through the Chinese night In each other’s arms Next morning before light They made love once again “Nights and days I’ve dreamt of thee That someday you Return to me, But you never came. I lost hope Am I to blame?” “Sparks Your trust is little compared to mine I was always yours and always I shall be thine” “Sorry my love but life has Taken away all the trust from me Which on your face shines” With the yellow men of the Yuan dynasty a week They played hide and seek One eve came the time to leave And “Now princess I must leave East is east and west is west And the twain have met but once And once I thought it not possible I came across waters and I came across foreign lands Just to set my eyes on you And how beautiful thee has grown” She looked at him with crying eyes The love he had thought he would never find Wiped away the raging doubts in his mind “Irene will thee be my bride” And then he forgot the world Leaving everything aside, he cried “Yes” said she And witnessed the early stars His happiness unbound afar. And the rest was history As he carried her and mounted On the steed And rode away to the semi-golden horizon The Chinese hunted till Mid Arabia And left the heated land Just two miles further from Where they had laid their tent As they were last seen arm in arm Smiles Seen by Abu Sheikh Khan The camel boy Who rented them the tents For two sovereigns Who grew old to tell the tale To his sixteen grand children The tale of the savage and his passion The tale of the princess and her true love Of all King Philip’s horses And all Chui Hung’s men Who left defeated. Till date none know where they went But the gypsy folklore goes as such The princess married the savage One rainy African afternoon Deep within the wild land Amongst his pygmy friends The hybrid of a noble woman And a cruel man There were stormy times But happy they always were The land where flourished true love Away from eastern dark And ivory mountains Where they loved and lost Years later to be found in the east To be lost forever But this time life had found them Together And The monotony that was Savage’s definition Of a marriage Bound them together.
saw a barren tree in kiwi winter
symonds eternal grave wanderings
its evening and too late already but
i thought of you
how you were the nice guy
a photographer who left
his wife and kid for her
they knew as kind and
how mom cried blood when she fell
i had won a frograce that day
you came and went and came and went
mom set you against me. me against you.
i was never comfortable and home too
small. not used to male models. fought
other kids alone. never missed you
never cared and when they called me
i said no.
i can’t cremate you. so no
heaven…
One of the key problems that I have in my genes is the need to use telephone or internet to communicate. It’s a strange desire really but hey! the flash course I’m doing at Unitech helps in that particular dept. At Unitech student internet access is absolutely free of cost so I’m having a terrific time here. I need your telephone number so I can txt you…
Savage and the Princess II
ivory mountains brought blood in savage eyes he wondered west
thirsty, tired, rusty, bleeding, the travel England – China. long.
tigers rabbits goats deer leopards antelopes hunting rafted to a New Forest
Irene married Arthus when she looked in the distant sands rose Sparks
never forgot him. he never slept. searched nights wished Arthus was Sparks
tears filled her dreams and children her life as she called out Sparks
in the death of luna nights. he woke startled, on earth’s other side unfeeling
journeys disdain. leg lost sprint as savage reached middle earth art dream
two thousand nights later he found sleep – a dream. a queen – a silver ring
some one else’s desire another man’s dream. Shiny cream. luscious
savage veined blood again. emotions reigned pain was gone tearing a smile
knowledge that she’d never be mine but oh to love again – oh to love again!
Savage and the Princess I
ivory mountains crystal towers kissed eastern dark prince on a luna night
stormed wild wanton calm seas. as wild geese waterfalls surrounded summer palace. Irene’s abode. whispering pines. songs haunt winds. riding went she forbidden land. ruled by Sparks the Savage. avenged a waif skinned under Red Sand hill. hell’s fury bent. sword sharp shame. silver lancet edge. hunter’s gloried fame. though woods lion came. Sharp eyes mammoth frame. One strike wounded lame. Swished throat. Night morning dusk dawn. It was the same, the savage and his bloody games.
Lost her way that night. Irene. horse stumbled she fell in Sparks charm Fountains of youth, Tribal belief. waterfalls caught savage eye. smiled. wild flower touched savage heart. Picked her, kissed her. She was cold, warm.
“Lord I deserve her”. He looked at heaven, spoke bold.
“Nay my son I love you but a curse. you sinned thy life.
You deserve not true love but worse”. “Father in heaven holy be thy name. May you – we always hail! Lord for her I shall die. fighting tooth to nail”
“So be it my son. Consider this a battle you never won”. Arrogance laughed fears cried. lost was savage mind. One night she confessed. The crown dismayed. With tears she said goodbye “I am going Far East, but to your heart. Promise me Sparks see me once before I die”.
She left him in the dark. The jungle felt like a desert to the savage heart. Gypsy dances brought no pleasure to Sparks. He waited for six rains. One day he took his steed and just left.
journeyed 67 days 66 nights. Froth with danger, struggle and eternal strife.
Horse back and saddle free. thundering typhoons rafted seas. Bleeding feet bleeding knees. Out of France through Spain, Cordoba. Large dark crosses
White Seagulls, dark fishermen. melody spanish guitar. Evergreens rocky terrain. into the wild African land. Morroco, Khairwaan Cannibals Witch heads. Thick Jungles, Zulu and Masai. Tribes men Crocodiles Pythons. Lost.
Unexplored land. Marshes, black-mudded and red Quick sands. African herds of big-eared elephants. Flies sickness Rains disease. Pygmies tiny
black men. Poisoned arrows Helpful hands. Unknown tongues Faithful friends, Sahara, Egypt Arabia Nile Cairo. Camels Caravans. Land of Pharaohs. desert storms furnace hot sands. Hunger, thirst killing him.
But he could not die. Jerusalem, land of Christ. Palestine Damascus.
Baghdad Persia Herat Ghazni. Khyber Pass, Afghanistan. mystery India
Punjab Sindh, Indus. Bleeding shoes wounded knees. Sweating salts aching feet Pathways wild, Asia. Lion traps snake pits. Tiger country leopard land. savage hunt. to live broke a promise. sheer will. Himalayas, crossover Finally Tibet. Buddhist Monasteries Meditation, self-control resistance. Peaceful clan. Snowy terrain, biting winds. Jagged mountains dizzy heights. Slipping feet icy nights. Hold on dear life. tired eyes searched Irene. Dusted. reached Chinese land. a darker tan. Rusted. Mongol mountains. rice fields, the con hats. Wells he quenched. And night engulfed in the bright Chinese market. Dusting away the brown dust. Greeted by fireworks lights red. splendour Yuan dynasty at it’s best. King Chui Hung’s birthday and beautiful exotic China lit up. searched. Eyes stopped. Saw Irene. She was now Arthus’ queen.
“God done this to me. I will do it to the mortals ye love. Fire blood rains. Earth torn centre. Your loved souls helter-skelter I disown you. The virtuous shall weep. As I. dawns will go black and
Dusk bloody. Widows shall cry orphans shall weep. A promise A promise A promise I shall keep”
Anger killed king chui hung. Found Irene mad Luna made love. Wild soothing Chinese night. Laughed bitter laugh. ” Lord, I care not if I lose her now, be this a committed fall. Better to love and lose then never love at all”
With yellow men though a week. played hide and seek. and left. The Chinese hunted till Mid Arabia. Just two miles further he’d laid tent – last seen by Abu Sheikh Khan. The camel boy who rented him two sovereigns and told the tale to his sixteen grand children. savage his passion and princess’ lost true love. Of all King Arthus’ horses and all Chui Hung’s men. Never found Sparks again.
do u have it in you?
god is calling you
for a mind blowing experience
occupational hazard
u could die
perks u could go
to heaven and meet
virgins with big
bazookas to blow you
in turn.
don’t look at the sky my love
the well’s gone dry. summer’s harsh
embrace. high and hard. barren friendless
friendliness walked miles and centuries
in search of drops. thousand mothers
million daughters. not indus a land
of milk and honey. nor golden sparrow.
let’s not kid ourselves. feelings run out
emptions parched. well’s run dry love
gone with the breeze.
look eagle’s in the sky
floating soaring making
noises to kites and hawks
happy, free endlessly
no respect for gravity
nitsy a bitsy furry heart
slowly ever so she’s the sky
breathing life to parched soul
a mountain on her own high
a river that quenches a wet
cloud. haze spirits rise. 1990.
2006. life, wife or just an omelette
three in childhood. a pull at mamta’s pinky
Every human needs
4 shoulders. if
one of them be
removed. difficult to
attain peaceful sleep.
Orange drip
friendly bite
lowe4r lip all
night thought
dream
mountains climb
star aye bull
territory lost
honed no
regret. life
love. hate.
death. poetry.
pink shoe
snow chance.
a muffled yen
mind yields analysis
your actions’ mystery…
A confused pink pen
meters religion romance
yens eternity disillusion
A massive yacht
with black sails, hails
rings true a bond. made. broken maid. a mild yawn.
A world war of fire spirals and circles
mental chambers blood pumps head
yonder lies your tender heart
arid waterless desert pines thorns
mindless skulls float caravan for silk
you keep me warm, quench my blood.
a muffled yen
thirsts mechanical force
eternal maternal mind’s altercations
empty brass. sorrow’s unique nebula eternal abyss love.
hopes for a swift end. bus’ late. wait. need shave.
opinions overturn. I hug new sling a shot to fame.
scorchy eyes. cool words. drawings picture sculpture.
blood bushy radio dead. accused parrot
fetched rain. black grave flowers washed. golden age?
today Lebanon change focus.
A love story
meter disillusion.
yen forever now.
skyrocketing. aerial photographs. guts. fear. blood. fire.
a musical yacht.
Done by Guerilla Poets also known as Christian and Renee.
The chalking that i haqd missed due to sleep and other natural hazards like lack
of a heater and coffee and antacids and missing Emma is all here. Click on the
“>PIX.
Poetry fueled a fire when escalators were giving me motion exhilaration. It was a grand feeling as I read humpty dumpty, oh captain (just the line), half a league (my rhythm giver) and I felt a chemical reaction just over my fore arm, also called the buzz. My need for buying a camera awaits my next credit cycle on my credit card. Life is beautiful. I seem to say that always since i write mails only when life is beautiful. Have reached my final seven clean undies and thus washing machine zapped on a sunny day after God’s OFF weekends and rains and no glimmer. Met the boyfriend of my future girlfriend-hopes and the sound of glass was real.
Strata was sensational.Australian poets, american poets and my friend David who became Goliath and Kirsten. 98 if not 100 people attended and cafe was filled with joy, class and emotions. The cream sofas and the pinky couches and little round bottomed tables made love to Ihimara’s, Lisa’s and Mike Johnson’s poems.
I was in three and a halfth heaven and was kinda sorry when it was over. But it didn’t end there. Met Renee a Chinese poet and Xian who took me to a cafe with poety night. The music was hilarious. And it was a dark joint with brown wooden chocolate board floor and lights streaming in and the old lady in pink as she was playing; was stereotypical South American movie where the old lady playing the sad flute led to a flashback of when she was young and bouncing among daffodils on a bright Sunday morning as the mother calls her name so that they can go to church.
It was a dark place but I warmed up to the place and it warmed up to me. The South African girl kept me company and Maori guy kept up the spirits with an all too occasional laughs from a lady who was in paradise.
I read my poem and was received well. And I enjoyed the occasional poet who said fuck so that they could break the monotony of the poem. “Let me say Fuck, now that should catch people’s attention’ Xian was kind and Renee dropped us home. But the brown wooden planks, black ceilings and light and mike and some of the characters who could have played bums, killers, drug dealers, the unfaithful wife, the school teacher, the whore, the retro Englishman and the young college lawyer were all there.
And that’s what i like about poetry reading that it is not exclusive and thus all are welcome. The moment it becomes an exclusive literrati club which discriminates; I will be OUT.
Muddy Waters
there’s dust flying in india
heat burns, tires, tea leaves, fields
feet, tree refuge to budge. training
an unseen ancient fire to rise and spread
no smoke or hope or healing hear-hand
but cheer no fear as the earth bakes brown
pain world renowned jokes never stop
nor smiles fade as smoke rises and rain
rain. no rain. flood. storm. death. disease
happiness spins with earth. little boy’s torn
shorts khakhi. holding. dirty string pulled
by homeless hand. Lama, christ, ram, allah
laughing buddha. smiling shiva sleeps streets.
bombs, earthquakes, volcanoes come and go.
Black grill window
lady, have i offended you. mock tales false love.
stairs burn a tiny hole. crashed dreams rise tornadoes
lies unauthenticated. pinky smiles. false colour
cheats a heart or two. black iron casts a mind.
Taurus Star
Heat from fires penetrate my soul
priest chants mantras, tantras, 5000
years at a time. eyes bounce a low red mad
rising moon. your sister smiles, glows
little knowing glances. hidden under a pile
of account books. dirty dog bays. stary tigre
looks. gone. rising luna magnet madness. soothing
bright young orange stars. tumbling memories
fourth taurus venus child. and now you are here.
sweet fodder
sugarcane juice as ox grinds the green fields into a small brooke
and children jump in the crystals of ice as sun is twice the heat
half the stare as bare back women hide their hearts in canal waters
plunging in joy that poverty gives. the ox never stops to die as
sweet juice pours at 40 degrees as life is sprinkled through a pump.
Gama
Acoustics fall and rise from their own open coffins
monkeying around with coffee and muffins bouncing
yelling your name. no shame-snake dances thy rains
making love to footsteps kissing shadows hugging
cuddly pillows pink dreams. scared of caffeine steam
dead for a sight. vapourised by your sweet smiling voice
am yours for seven lives but can’t break the silver circle
I’m yours but not my colour. feel the false fading fable my
darling yours. touch me hold me kiss me or break me. I’m yours.
Blocked my memory but last night
Raison strummed a forbidden tune, and I
thought of you. I’ve wounded you
Myna sings black birdsongs cold dawn
my guilt remains. A memory lapse
trapped feelings killing me. I apologise
for pains I dont remember I’m too scared
but my subconscious subscribes
as blood drips through my ruptured soul
Wild Blue Skies.
Savage heart. Callous.
hell fury’s name.
Night after day.
day after night.
always same,
savage sword
hoofs thundered.
earth shuddered.
flutters savage came
night. Lost Irene.
heart fell waterfalls
Sparks arms. Luna
Savage jumped palace
Swinging Oak tree.
Crescent. crown dismayed.
67 days nights.
Froth danger, struggle
Lost. Unexplored land.
Marshes, African
elephants. Flies
sickness Rains
disease. Pygmies
Poisoned arrows
Unknown tongues
faithful friends.
Sahara, Egypt Arabia.
Nile Cairo. Camels.
Caravans. land of pharaohs,
desert storms
furnace sands.
Hunger,
thirst,
killing
him. did not die.
Jerusalam,
land of Christ.
Palestine Damascus.
Baghdad Persia.
Herat Ghazni.
Khyber pass,
Afghanistan.
mystery India.
Punjab Indus.
bleeding
sweating
aching
pathways wild,
Asia. Lion traps
snake pits. Gladiator.
Tiger leopard land.
had to hunt.
Himalayas, crossover.
Finally Tibet.
Monasteries.
Meditation,
Snowy terrain,
bite winds.
jagged mountains
dizzy heights.
slipping feet
icy nights.
dear life
Irene.
Dusted.
reached
Chinese soil.
Rusted
promised.
Mongol mountains.
rice fields,
con hats.
Wells. nights
rice bright
Chinese market.
Fireworks. lights
red. Yuan dynasty.
Marriage. Arthur
- Irene. A smile
tired eyes.
bloody clothes.
cynical smile
before light
with yellow men
played hide and seek.
mounted rode away.
hunted till Mid
Arabia. last seen in
arms by Abu Sheikh
Khan the camel boy
told his sixteen
grand children.
King Arthur’s horses
Cui Hung’s men
left defeated.
A gypsy folklore
married the savage
one rainy African
afternoon deep
amongst pygmy
friends. away
from eastern
dark, ivory
mountains. Love
found . monotony
bound.
Arthur dead.
Polo returned.
Yellow river red.
Love bloomed.
one indian sold his passport
and than there was a blast
i wish i could line all indians
and shoot their corrupt. ask
then but when which is who
and who is you? given.
all indians own dairy even
the ones who do not know what a dairy is
but dairy pioneers must have needed work
and dairy provides food.
friendly
black waves
tempered by your hand
stroked by your finger
make a poetry with the
words i never said . as you play with million strands
of my personality as a slow anxiety rises with a kingfisher as you float me in thy eyes
