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AT THE BEND
At the bend of
the road
A variant lizard basking
Approaching a golden mask
Created by the galloping sun.
The scenic valley cut in two
By bulldozers and their men
Where hills learned to smoke
The mounds of dug out of earth.
Thousands of vehicle pass
Marring all beauty with
Pollution and the jarring music
Of the merry mechanics tilts
Through which noisy humanity hilts.
At the bend of the road
A lizard basking
And is not very impressed
With grandeur of constructions
Or the works of the missioned men.
BLANK PAGE
Again I have to cross
A blank page for travel
A wide desert spread
Spaces to far away lands
Which seems even sterner
For the words to instruct
Vehicle of subtler thought
Movement for the select.
Perhaps with a magic
Hand of chance
I will take plunge
Into the inkwell
My fingers wide spread
To write
To find hidden furies
Being born of some dread.
With my solitude
I will come alive
With devilish wide smile
To bail out
Into a liberation
An antiquity of versification.
BLOOD OF BONDAGE
Stiff was the blood of bondage
Across the highways of the mind.
Voyaging to the edge of universe
In explorations for hidden girth
The outer tangles explored
Where the universe still expands
To accommodate all the reveries.
Gathered ephemeral images in fold
Carried wings in a cosmic form
Touched the butts of the metallic
For crucibles in the burning gold.
Voyaging through the frozen tumult
Energizing to become sheltered gain
Autumnal settings in new time zones
Under dry salvages of the sultry pain.
I WILL PRESENT
I will present
you with
A heart cut in diamonds
To reflect vertiginous
Cored conflagrations
Smothered by roses
Of the crimson hues.
Your arms will be
Slender trap
To keep me forever
Engulfed into
Confines of torture
Where the shadows
Will enrich waters
Muddy sun shines
Of the lodged towers.
I will present you with
Some whispering nights
And the allurements
Of the ivory arms
Will imprison us both
In some static indifference.
CANDLES
OPEN WINDOW
PORTRAIT
SKULL & BIRD
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