daur

kabhi lagta hai,
main ek bedam raahi hoon,
dheeme,thake kadmon se zindagi ka peechha karta hua,
bojhil ehsaas ke tale daba ke armaanon ko,
main dekhta hoon zindagi ke nikharte rang,
aur kabhi thak ke baith jaata hoon main,
is ehsaas ke saath,
ki zindagi ab bahut aage nikal gayi hai…
udaas nigahon se dekhta hoon main,
mere saath chalti dhool ke saayon ko,
jinke [...]

fallen angel

lack of sleep,
combines with repressed dreams,
and gives birth to hallucinations,
illegitimate offspring of unrequieted fancies,
these dreams flutter and waltz,
flitting across the eye like moonshadows,
or bright,garish images on a silverscreen,
these images dance and float,
smirking with flippant disdain,
an uncarinf,unfeeling desire,
that seeps from the heart,
flowing through the bloodstream,
churning,foaming and frothing in its own frustrations,
hallucinations live on to create [...]

to fever

recline on my bed,and let my forehead burn,
stroke my forehead,and make my eyes sting and water,
fever,burn my body.fever,talk to me!
take my hand,and enter my brain,
and show me sweet hallucinations,
bizarre dreams that i will not remember,
kaleidoscopes peeking on tortured images,
fever,take my hand,and enter my head.
i wish you would take some time,
stay with me;i love this feeling,
of [...]

the dream of conscience

dreams are like fireflies,
blinking across lifetimes,
bright sunflowers,splashed with crimson blood,
flashing,twinkling,burning,and dying,
in far distances,
like some errant messages in morse,
they blink on the screen of the conscious,
tradeable,extinguishable objects,
slaves to treacherous consciences…
and i am a trader,a soulless shylock,
lending to myself,
excuses,disguises,cover-stories for my cruelties,
and extracting my own pounds [...]

desire

bone tired and with a logjam in my brain,late in the night,or early in the morning,i lie down on my bed,finally waiting for sleep,but sleep doesnt come,instead you do,to talk to me,to taunt and tease me.and i smile at you,and tell you to go away because i killed you ages go,and that i no longer [...]

my dead child

shaking leaves,
i see shimmering trees on the horizon,
gnarled warlocks,
raising another stand,
against an inevitable rot,
that spreads,slowly,inexorably,
withering leaves,
i see dying trees,
and some black clouds,
glittering with cruel linings,
bright silver contrasted with the dark of life,
i see dreams,
floating on the air,
irridiscent moonbeams come to leathery form, [...]