The way of the flesh.

The lone desire calls out, its craving is flesh
nothing else should matter; speaks the mind
Nothing! what about those feelings, sentiments, values ?
They are for the sentient beings, for those who worry, think
Its not for us dear fair-weather friend,
Why then such distrust, why the doubt that I may be so?
Its not you I think about, it shall not matter either,
When the dawn breaks I shall be gone,
the marks I leave, shall remind you of me, the passion, the fire,
where skin met skin, when lust rode above all
and when I shall find more flesh, I shall fly
and come back to you when I shall be hungry again
So come to me, lets blaze in this union
and let us call it the union of flesh,
and be consumed, the fruit of lust that we carry

A nail of freedom

beneath the white fluff, beyond the blues
higher than those fools foolishness, and darker than insanity
lies the world of my insanity, seldom known, often heard
much often desired by many to attain, I remain in what I was born with
total omnipotence, I exist in your minds, as a thorn to some,
a feather to some others, neither i care about, nor would i try to
these worlds are not mine to care about, nor are its beings
i can exist , lost in thoughts, full of me, awkward, all powerful
arrogance shall speak of me,
Anger shall be afraid to tread my path, agony shall fail to dominate me
death shall have be a heart full laugh, its not happiness, not anguish
no feelings, no emotions to touch or grapple me,
these balls and chains shall have no hold , nor shall i surrender to love
I hold my own ground, not out of valor, greed or compassion
I am me, and I shall be me, unconquered, unbreakable, untarnished
if you ask me what is freedom, I shall laugh
for I need not answer you, call me wrong, call me bad, evil or unworthy
your values and morals stay with you,
I forfeit carrying such waste, an eon ago.

Idle Run

 

Shift to neutral, see if you feel the engine roar
without moving an inch, does it make you feel powerful
shift up and see if it makes you lose control, further on does it count now, do you still stay put, or does the world move back!
Just as much as the stooge on the window, does he see you
do you see him, does it matter, or did it ever
Feel the life without the false, let go want, desire, sentiment and emotion
what do you grasp now, and if you do, does it matter
I never would have imagined, little as much conceived 
beneath the epidermis there lies a  pinkness so pale
only when you salt them do you know
the truth of the falsehood of that capsule
and then you ask, if it makes sense, or do you make sense, sense
Sometimes it just is willful enough to run
on the wilds , of within, amongst the dangling tresses of the trees
of the snow fields of the now open mind
free of all hitches and bonds, beyond all called tolerance and patience
where you redefine you as you, what would you be, what makes you ‘You’
sometimes just start it and just let it be on Idle Run.

Tread to the barrier

 

I often ask, strange as it may seem, an introspect
Looking into the aura, of the self, its so much a chasm
Like the earth opening up to swallow me whole, to be greater
To over cloud me, hide the self, project a handiwork, a faux
The barrier exists, It is the same principle
Made, fragile, seemingly immense, darker than the darkest heart
It serves one purpose, I advocates, abhors all I think
Makes me wonder if it should, and then some.
I often wonder, should it shatter, what demons it may unleash
Will it bend my will, make me fall, sting like a scorpion seething with fury
Shall it strike you like a snake, douse you in its venom,
Color you in the sins of the violent mind, violate your  body
Torment your mind, make you beg for mercy, or strangle you with lust
Often these questions rise and fade, like waves, at tide
Maybe someday you shall be the victim, maybe it maybe me, maybe us
Until then I leave it to uncertainty.

Terra firma.

Fade to yellow, and then to brown, rustle
Fly away, blown off, amongst the same pitiful crowd
Bolstering in the weirdest things, laughs the maple, now afloat in the air
Dying, and I shall smile at you dying,
For you all make me a happy mortal, while these die
The soil claims back her rightful fodder, these manure on two legs
That the earth spat out in sheer disgust,
What shall she deserve, post apocalypse
What thoughts did she harbor in her insane mind?
Why did she, who should have been, who shouldn’t
A mockery of her past acts
And she shall have to wait a while
Many eons from now the humans shall fade
Like the giants that walked the earth long ago
Now found in union and permanently dislodged
Lodged in clay,
Terra firma.

Of All the horses and the traders.

The rice has weevil, muttered the village folk
The land lay barren, arid, crops dying
The ribs of the rotting corpses protrude, ooze a unbearable stench
Of the political system gone to the goons
Half the families raped, the other half plundered
By the collectors, magistrates, civic representatives and police
The rest dogged to death at dying corporate
Often the speakers and leaders invoke a fight, communal, lingual
Political, social , anti social
We have a lot of Mumbai, Gadchiroli, bengaluru
Of local dacoits, hand in glove with the politicians, and police
Only to rot and die and kill others in their useless pursuit
Of fame and money, they sleep with someone,
Abuse and then sleep there again
The system is nothing but a sack full of whores
Some elected through force, others win by ignorance
We criticize; a film made, a wrong portrait, a wrong relation
What have we given back, what have we; as “WE’ done
Nothing, I exclaim when I look within
The country called a mother by us,
Raped over and over by our shameless deeds
I only wish she turns numb, for her pain is not ours any more to share
There is only a twinkle in the eyes of the politician
It’s the chair resting on her , one leg through her heart
Like a stake, only this time the vampire killed the light.