If a Palette is Wiped blank

A Palette is a blank slate
its when its splattered that it's sate
what would life that were a palette be?
it would start with a sober sheen
something yellow or green.

The first steps of a toddling born
would be as a cheerful morn
for don't we live dawn to dusk?
a splattering of blue
on the greenish earthly hue.

Now childhood is a gem
a sparkling diamond stem
in every heart a hidden star, true?
society sent some to the mine
and the rest play with an orange pine.

When little ones loose their way
and selling wares trying to make hay
what colour they'd be but a Shade of Grey?
If Laughter came in a brilliant blue
tears would sprinkle a reddish dew.

They say royalty is purple
and blood a crimson whirlpool
then why is gold yellow that belongs to every rich fellow?
They say a little child growing learns
that the shades of life are dissapated turns.

A Pink and a magenta represent what mood
if red and green and yellow is food
Strange, all a starving child earns is Blackened burns
when some went to the mines
and others played with orange pines

Did any one thing of those who lost life, parents, love
in the blast of a thousand guns? A bomb that sped from above?
The colour of an explosion said earthen earth and white light
the noise of a blast a briliant silver stars.

What happend to Mankind? what happened to humanity?
all it takes is a flashing light to wipe that palette blank.
like the slate that sank, in waters green and dank
Like the mine that swallowed 'em whole, and
the shop that prostituted innocent yellow hand.
The mouth that ate black bread while,
today's royalty ate purple mead and grapefruit white
in utter lavish exotic delight.
What happened? .... whAt? happened??

'A burning'

And Branches tore when thunder threatened,

They were as a wreck in a storm's greed

as the wind best it's little leaves

left it naked, quivering in the breeze...

The lightning struck...smelt earth burning

And brook churning

Great tremulous shafts, zeus's;

neared the tree, the black night split, wept the muse

great galloping glimmers, every stroke of white light

burnt blue, the clouds, heavy begin to Let low thier tears in fright

AS flashes after flashes broke.

As apon a lofty hill, the tree braced

The waves roared up the grassy slopes

they thrashed and beat with every flash

Ever nearer struck each bolt, Love trembled

And with an crash...

Like the sun when it explodes

Stars when they errupt

when the poles crumple in a earth shattering wrench

The great Ray struck,

it Clove the tree that love there breathed

A burning angst..

Flames engulfed cupid's seed

Rage and betrayal

nature had in her loving embrace nurtured

Nature's very anger smote

blue bolts of great lightning

Storms of Great enemies swept

every vestige of love that wrestled with time

Love that breathed and gasped in a smothering distance..

smote in the bolt that dropped from the sky

One soul rent in the strom's great blast,

it tried and in its pangs tries to protect the other..

And now it needs love's little dew drops,

it needs a cradling embrace to hold it's broken pieces..

The Muse Alights.....

As I sat watching the screen
hearing the outpouring of another soul
the words they wash over me
the music carries my own heart in a tangent
my muse is awakened

she descend in a rapid blur
sending my mind across the abyss of my thought
searching for those foot holds...
like the anchors of a great ship
in a mighty sea wracked in Ariel's Grip

and from nearest my heart
brought forth a scene
"the park, a bench, my lover,
the winds that in their sweeping grace
hurry winter's embrace...
like fir'y flames sweep through the air
mingle strands of luscious black hair
and bough and birch
let descend fla'rs from its loft perch
and as drops of rain purge
the flames of earthen surge

there two bodies on a bench press closer
in embrace that took months to unite
and in the hollow of that groove
loved two lips as never had loved
in sweet scents of wetted sand
lovers arms entwined..."

Fleeting but in deep detail
My muse brought fourth 'nuther tale
one when the "winter rain pattering
in low low moans splattering...
the windows misted over as hot breath melded
fog from dew....as passion rose unended
in vapors thick, while all round
the rain made music with the windows sound....
sweet entrancing music to entrance
the sounds of taboo'd lovers dance...."

and as that fades into the seconds gl'des
some musty corner got unravelled
an' from a cloud of dust
rose the scented candle lust....
when by flickering wicks
slept two arm in arm...
as the cocoa beans melted ran
along the bodies of the twa'n
and sweet sleep washed over
closed the eyes of content love...

Stop sweet Muse....and close the lids of the eyes that see from this heart...
coz tears well near its parts
the kisses that say more than those three words can ever achieve
those little touches that carry more weight than the ear can hear
oh close the lids....!!! for the eyes can remember...
o how they recall whats said in a lovers tear fall
a look!..a look, love, can say it all
close the lids my begging heart screams...it aches, oh agony to miss
when all you have is a cold pillow to kiss
till the far day comes bringing sweet angel's loving arms...
and this heart 's returned in closest embrace to whence it belongs...


to those whose love is beyond a hundred miles this song sends a spirit of warmth....thank you Plain White T's

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Now playing: Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah
via FoxyTunes

PONDER

Created not creator
judged not judge
life is rated not fated
a blank page on which a smudge

like the grass that is green
who decided its sheen
like the sky that is blue
who named this hue

dust to adam
rib to eve
god gave him madam
and then leave

fissures to creation
and here we are today
a thousand bloodied nation
and frantic lives a day

a semblence to order
or an order to semblance
strange to ponder
a rhyme or a rhythm

a question followed by the mark
a mark to mark the question
strange is the ponderer
to ponder this question

Zazoore


Sing that song, the lyrics were torn
they rent the air, the curtains were shorn
smelt fire and ice, the burning bone
saying and sworn to never let you alone

It blew the Wind, the sand caught in hand
it slipped it became water it ran over land,
All clothed in draping rags, Zazoore saw the crags
the Mountains of Efornost and the icy stags

He struggled against the heated wind, the stormy sands
to reach across with burning hand, stretching fingers to mountain lands
the wind raged and wept, it blew shards of jagged sand, blotted the light,
it scratched, it tore Zazoore's eyes and blew away his sight.

The burnt feet still trudged, the knees weary, paining, still budged
With a howling strain, it blew across the dry desert called rese-grudge
The whipping wind, with its million frenzied teeth beating to a crazy drum beat
the sound of the camelled hood, the riders that flesh did eat
what was he to do? Zazoore called for aid..to who he apealed?
those peals swept away in a sand ridden wind and the lips were torn, bloodied and peeled

The drum now beat with each heart beat, the blind cry, the lame walk in the deep
Zazoore with each step drained away more life more hope he felt the fear creep.
They say in Efornost there lived a beautiful sprite, afar above in colden might
the sprite that saw with eyes as blue as the frozen ice, and when aid seemed right
descended on the icy stag to meet the burning Camel back,
with a crystal sword met the burning rod, to free the fright and bring hope to them that lack!

Zazoore with the drums in a flaming circle
Zazoore with a whip lash and a burnt mantle
he defied the flaming circle
and whipped out a knife!!

A knife to fight blazing whips and killing sands?
A knife to fight in rese grudge lands?
Or a knife to end the sad sad story of his life?

A rumble of a mountain Efornost, a crumble of a glacier soon to be lost
A decending white cloud, a stillness of sand not sound,
The first free frosts of winters soul so long ago lost
and there apon a white stag, came the sprite, the bane of sand
with a glittering gleam and sparkling sheen
the crystal sword unleashed a fury of razor knifes...

The Camels turned, the hoods, they burned
the frost to match with searing sand, the crystal slew the blazon land
raised one hand and rent the sand, swept a stroke and felled the burning brand
the burning whips the rent the ice, steam and vapor when fire met ice!!!

Zazoore was blind, the blaze had burnt his sight,
his lips were torn the fiery murder had burnt it blight,
the sprite fended of the last brave hooded camel, the sprite saw in crystal orb
the retreating blob, of burnt messy, bloody camels lob
Its fierce icy eyes,blue orbs, turned on Zazoore the blind
and then what went through in its mind..........

A Little Empathy; with fra lippo lippi

Fra lippo Lippi was driven by hunger
he went and joined the church while younger
for there he got 3 meals a day
and a warm bed on which to lay

He went to vespers and matins out of sheer rigmarole
and delighted in the idle life he claimed to perform
The cloth on his back and the food in his belly
was more a better match than a hungry skelly

But as he grew from a mere boy of eight
he wondered, at what lay outside the gate
at wealth and luxury and forest and tree
he lusted after sweet temptations so free!!

and our dear fra lippo lippi, he smelt on a celebratory eve
the wafts of food, and for the greed of a woman! he slipped down the reeve
as to being caught, satisfied, and at length outside a harem door
the wry fra gave a confession so grave, that twinked the eye of that boorish boor

he called it as he saw it the means for a belly full
and never a vesper he revered nor wu'll
The paintings he made i could talk about
and round we'd go the topic I want throughout.

As a child, now a man, brought up to this
I want to ask why is it a crazed hiss?
that always and ever its sinners we are!
din't god make the man so fleshed and on par?

so why intend then the skin to devour?
or put an apple in edens bower? and told not to touch for even an hour?
he made the temptation! its not the tempters doing
why put it there so we'd be a screwing?

never a comfort in life does it offer
only a promise of eternality proffer
when flesh is a waste then why put it on us?
couldn't man be just soul and no dust?

and as to ever we reach fra lippo's postion
we all find ourself grown up to our parents religion
why is there no choice nor circumstantial evidence
of keeping ones family and choosing ones credence?

I seek such questions and dare not speak
for i will be met by mere 'resolete'
and in that hour be exorcised for un- Christian virtues
and a demonic demise!! pray why fra lippo's option and hues
to choose, to choose a double life of blues? humanity is the only cause!
dont see beyond what's hidden in dream, a blind can do better nor be at loss
to walk the earth with eyes turned on to unseeable stars!!

And So they bring the winds...

Slow months and dreary days
borne on the clouds wet ocean waves,
Low rumbling storms that fill the sky
the days they tell me they ask me why?

Winter chill from afar a hill
Lonesome tear, Bare thee love eternal still
and summer dry why wont you try
the wet months to imitate, spare us the fry!

Then my body alone in the heat
for my heart in your love breathe
and every every day we see a closer star
a coming date, for which I wait, you see my eyes beholds u afar...

I close my eyes to your passionate kisses
I fall into your loving embraces
Smitten, you took my heart a year and more, some 20 months,
you keep it still enthroned in crimson, a beating hundred it pumps....

That way you look at me, will fire
that way you make my lips melt with desire
the arcing of a body graceful to meet you thrusting.....
never compares to the way our two souls connected in love thirsting

Love in a July, an 11th so sweet....
that a shoulder provided, and to carry you, my two feet...
for look back at he sand in those our troubles
we see just a single pair! and thats the testimony to our love sweet honey!!!

This is the newest poem i dedicate to you my love!! for the love my heart bares you will ever and anon burst forth in passion so true!!! I love you.....

Dedicated to my Baby...My Teddy!!

A friend so true!!

What has been: is so perfect
The best and the bad
the Good and the ugly
Its always gonna stay the same

There are some things in life
that will never change
fake and flake will come
& go, but these a few, faithful and true

Grew up together, school was the binder
Stood by in thick and thin
laughed together and smiled
the same: Made fun and fought, cried a lot

As we grew older more mature,
our friendship never faded
and it only grew stronger
There are some you can count on
the handful few!! one of whom is you!

Thank you and thank you!! for being who you are
Leaving magnanimous entreaties to be friends forever
is not necessary!! somethings are always constant!!

Dedicated to Chetan!!
this poem...though it doesn't rhyme is a poem nonetheless and is dedicated to my closest friend, chetan, whom i've known since class 6th and we've been together in the same till 8th....and then again in 11th and 12th...and the memories are so beautiful and always bring a smile to my face!! We even worked together at our first job!! and we've never lost touch!! since i was thinking so much about you today i decided to dedicate this poem to you!!!

A Seasons Seductress

In the transforming season
from February to march
Lissom and lithe she rages outside
tears up leaves and shatters glass
She rakes up spring fl'ars
She unseen but desired
and in sweat best blest.

There she goes a rattling outside my window
Hammering the panes to be let in
In vain in vain she bruises against glass
Stormy, windy a seasons lass.

Hear her moan in pain, in swoon
The rushing of pleasures through leaves and moon
Strange her delight in parting flight
to thus fall still and silence leave blight.

For in the midsummer in scorching heat
her pleasures will be missed indeed,
For then she cools the sweaty brow
And knew she how i longed for her so
Tease and tease with never a blow
she come no nearer till augusts enthroned

But perhaps in temper in a fit and madness
She'll rake the leaves in sudden gladness
lift the passions of wetted soil, of earth and dust in water breathe
For a day she'll pleasure my senses a new
And then depart to torment you.

And with a seductive caress, she'll with her breast
blow my hair about her in zest
and look from here, i'll look from there
she'll be gone in the blink of an eye,
just a dust devil in her wake
to mark god's abundant make.

No wall will keep her, no window shall stop her
she'll hammer through a nook a cranny
till atlast you'll be groaning in agony
and when she passes you by and by
she'll come back again and again she'll cry but
not till next summer is nigh.

Lets see you guess what this poem is all about.....no probs if you wanna leave an anonymus post..just leave one...

HAppY AnNiverSaRy

Outside beyond my window
in the darkness of the sleepless night
pours torrents of rain now
the cold creeps in, chilly bite

briefly in touches my toes
briefly it nibbles at my fingertips
but it has no place in a heart
in a heart warmed by your love

The joy of love
the warmth of a look
the million words of a smile
the tight hug of comfort

Baby'T is all i love
Baby Ever love me
Baby Dont let go
Baby Darling you are mine
Baby You are only forever mine

What can be said i say in a look
what cant be heard i see in your eyes
What is this love,
Its made in heaven
Its made for eternity
Its my love and your love
purer than an unicorn
It was meant to happen and
I'm so glad you happened in my life

Happy Anniversary!!

the world is silent

The cold stone, The words on the tombstone
a sad 3 lines to speak of a lifetime
the voice that sang of beauty and pain
the voice now stilled echoing only in the brain

And god stood still
The angels were silenced
as they witnessed the mute plea
of the deafening atrocity

Looking on in a wrath so bitter
the raging seas were struck still
the world frozen in time
not a pin could drop
no more blood would spill
when the world in silence does stop

the government and the execution
the end of a dictator
no more would his voice dictate
silence!! the court proclaims: guilty!

A far a lovers plea,
A still silent childless mother
dried up eyes and a face marked with sorrowful tear
the mouth will remain shut
for deaf is the world besot with fear

A million widows and a trillion orphans
a hungry billion and a dying zillion
a hopeful expectant hundred thousand
a still happy thousand
a waking ten hundreds
yawning in the morning light of a hundred suns
have all in common a single silence

A lone single silent
A prayed not even whispered
And delivered a beauty, words can not do
a silent tree bearing its agony

A gentle breeze in silence reassuring
and soft touch that only in silence can endure
remember the silent tombstone
for into that silence he world shall fade

A painting in still solemn quiet
a story read in just your mind
A smile in passing said more than a simple word
And atlast when nothing remains silence knows your there

And a poem that lays no form still in silence said
what a world of words can never believe
Silence! The world is silent.

Waiting for May

Stifled trials, questionable existence
Travel in the wrong sense
Wheat and Barley
all strangers totally
Use and usefulness
meaning and meaningfully
furlong sunsets and typhoid
Makes no sense

Life wanders along.
meaningless existance
till you came along
meaning of life?

Sticky rivers of honey
reduced to dangers so funny
you look for a meaning in this poem
I ask you why?

Stop and smell the flowers
Get stung by a bee
Stop and take in the scenery
dont do it standing on the road
sense and sensibility
pride and prejudice
did she have to make anagrams?

A rhyme in a strange time
lost apon a field of lime
time like a trial
seperates and partitions
are you aware its happening
or are you so busy?

answer my question
reason with yourself
it starts with a day it moves to two it becomes a week
it lingers to a month
then what?
don't get so estranged
that when i see you
only the eyes of an eagle will recognise whats
moving away in the distance

maybe i'm being paranoid
talk to me, make me see
rescue me, be rescued by me
am i selfish? arn't we all?

Waiting for may
i'm waiting............

Mankind or amoeba?

These things we do
The reasons for branching like flu
a knot here , a group there
A friend we once knew
A face from which we always flew

Starting from this bunch
running in-between lines ,
this one's nice i have a hunch
oh! that one pines

Splintering, shattering, opening, closing
no better than red elephants posing
mankind or amoeba?
Faithful, loyal, honour bound
Oh thats all round!!

solitary, popularity, ways of a species
ways of a group, ways of an individual
where does one belong?
In the abyss of the divisible?
Or on a mountain of sole hermitage?

Dilemma of life, we row
hope and faith, go with the flow?
or stand firm as the utilitarian man?
forever worshiping Jeremy Bentham


Hey!! for those who did not get this...i'm just taking about how allegiances are always changing! how one day one finds themselves the inner circle of this group and two weeks later you are with some one else..sometimes you find those few people you know you'd always be with. But sometimes you just want to exist as a solitary being. The social moods of man...thats what i was harping about...abstract?? maybe i don't know. I'm just expressing myself.

Some where In this Life;

O Aching Heart how shall i quieten you?
O merciless seas why do you torture us so?
Where are the ends of the trials of time
and where are the ends of the trials of distance
The time you go...and the time you come.
And in between there ends no time.

Searing wounds tear at the heart,
they burn the soul, bind the eyes with
drops of golden tears.
O heavens that send angels......
O guardians of mankind.......
can you bare to see such sorrow?

When the rays of the setting sun fall
on the last shores; as day departs with
the glory of his warmth and the beauty of
his wisdom. When the rays of the setting sun
fall on the last shores of this aching heart
When away the tears you wipe with
the smile of your heart.

The smile that is more than rain to arid desert
The laugh that is more than love to the dying
The hug that is more than the last warm waves
of departing day; So sweet is your kiss
so tender are your lips. The embrace of your arms
are like the warmth of a blanket on a misty winter
night.

O bear me across the shores of this violent world
into the arms of the waiting heart. O lift me
from this whirl of religion and life
and family and strife. For in your arms o Departing day,
O golden Ray of setting sun, does forever lie the life
that i cherish and protect.
For in your arms lie the heart thats mine beating in
that wonderful breast. For in your eyes
is an image. There i behold my own reflection

And there i stay till death do us part.