The reeds in the sun
21 April 2019
Rotating
Spirals in the air
Yellow beams
Mellow streams
Kaleidoscope of summer
Springtime in the breeze
Sunshine’s bloom
Daffodils rising
Grass growing
Soft and sweet
Lips moving as the eyes meet
Remembrance flicker
Eagle beak
Touch soft as feather
Sliding panes
Earthen stains
Twinkling in the sky they sway
The reeds in the sun
Reading of the poem:
Koop Island Blues – Koop
Solution to age
16 September 2018
Forest oils
Bark of hidden trees
Tanning skin
Stretched too thin
Stark visual memories
Flying with the bees
Inspiring
Thoughts revolve in mind
Luminous
Light beings
Within my fingertips range
Touch soothing and strange
Evolving
Telomeres lengthen
Widening
Shortening
Array of tunes on white page
Solution to age
Reading of the poem:
Being Time –Riley Lee
In the inner Truth
6 October 2017
Consciousness
A spiralling cord
Oscillates
Synchronised
In fluctuations that point
To memories alit
Reading bliss
In shadows turned blue
Pearl abode
Fearless sword
Cutting through superfluous
Reach infinite core
Dual touch
Revival complete
Self replete
Path to pleat
Songs of yesterday repeat
In the inner Truth
Reading of the poem:
Together – Talvin Singh & Niladri Kumar
Shadows of our kiss
8 November 2016
Sheer beauty
Your sun in my rain
The trickle
Of rainlight
Feeding us the dewdrops slight
Trace for our pillows
Highs and lows
Tears of sorrow ne’er
Old veneer
Covets fear
The brush a stroke of glazing
Sun soaked frames lazing
Lizard stance
Our bodies slow dance
Shimmering
Quivering
Into remnants of the sheen
Hands with fingers keen
The unseen
Plays upon mindsets
Carved in stone
Forged alone
Invisible touch now prone
To garner pure doubt
Loud and stout
Cherry lips twitching
Rolled in pout
Rules to flout
Amusement a new party
The laugh now hearty
Pure delight
The glimpse of your sight
Conjoining
Lines forming
Heart no longer deforming
Shadows of our kiss
Reading of the poem:
Ode to… – Rachel Yamagata
Meet me by the Water – Rachel Yamagata
Falling in Love Again – Rachel Yamagata
The Heart speaks softly
6 November 2016
Transient
Sentient status
Of my Heart
Pay no heed
We wallow in ridicule
The killers galore
The absent
A status symbol
Of unfed
Mouth to mouth
Respiratory whims fetch
Meanings to the touch
The starved clutch
The remnants of chaff
Falling threads
Of a thought
Wheat fleeting commodity
Bread an afterthought
Beauty wrought
In sinuous lines
Between peaks
Of despair
Tragedy eye opener
Liner of dark rims
The look skims
Bones and milky skin
The silk worn
Pieces torn
Patchwork of a body lain
On bed of roses
Blind eye sees
Beyond the matter
At hand waves
Splitting air
The mind never going where
The Heart speaks softly
Reading of the poem:
Sigh – Praful
Birth the day
1 November 2016
Feel the night
Body aroma
Gifted touch
In fingers
Learning the texture of rain
As it falls off you
Ghostly light
Plays upon your skin
Ringing tone
Of your voice
Whispers with which I rejoice
In corners of mind
Tongue unkind
Pillar of the weak
We undressed
In soul meek
Remnants of stains and laces
Glories disgraces
Heap the wage
Of war and pieces
Of life strewn
Under moon
Ravenous she stilled the dune
That played in your eyes
Tell me lies
Half-truths of morrows
Lead astray
Silent sway
Our naked bodies in hay
Summertime’s promise
The lost bliss
Through your winter’s hiss
Paves my way
Birth the day
When daffodils shine in May
December spotting
Reading of the poem:
Light in her Eyes – Alexander V.Mogilco feat. SilMi
Sim City 4: Touch
21 October 2016
She ran through the trees, dodging, just in case they would use real guns this time. She did not think there were any left since the days of the magnetic shift. Everything had become wired and electrical since then, she had learnt through the data she had skimmed through earlier. Some of the branches caught her hair as she ran but she did not stop even as some of it ripped off. A swarm of birds flew out of the woods as she ran towards them. She could still hear Prime Creator; he was sobbing it seemed. She paused imperceptibly in her flight. She felt forlorn at the idea that she would probably never see him again and then she remembered that not only had he prepared the code to destroy her but he had also pulled the trigger. He did not know then that not only she would survive it but it would actually make her stronger. Her jaw clenched and she resumed her running.
Prime Creator rose from the sands ignoring the extended hand of one of his guards. He felt foolish at having put up such an emotional display. His guards had always known him as a cool, level-headed man with a great deal of power and knowledge. He was angry at the prospect of having fully shattered that image now with her overpowering him and him breaking down over her loss. What fools they both were. He was certain the beasts in the wood would have eaten her by the next morning if she did not simply freeze or fall into one of those traps laid there so many years earlier by the Elders. They too had tried to eradicate the beasts but they were too numerous and their numbers grew too quickly for anyone to master them let alone attempt to eradicate them fully.
He walked back towards the room where his son lay still stunned though recovering slowly his wits. He took him in his arms and his son’s body stiffened. He was not used to his father embracing him and it felt overwhelmingly strange and unpleasant at first. He tried to break away before slowly becoming engulfed by a sense of warmth, almost like when he put the blanket over him during the frosty nights. He raised a tentative hand towards his father’s shoulder and let it rest there. Prime Creator’s body stiffened now as he felt his son’s hand attempt the same soothing movement he was applying on his son’s back.
He had almost forgotten how it felt, this simple exchange. It was not that he had not had any human contact but all the women he had were mere evacuation of his lust. That had been the only thing that he had not gotten ridden of successfully and thankfully he had had in store countless women who enjoyed his company. Some of them were his guards preferred companions but none of them minded the temporary exchange. After all, everything here belonged to Prime Creator and it was pointless trying to keep a sense of ownership over anything because at the end of the day, if one wanted to stay in a clan, one had to be flexible. Out there, there were only the woods on one side and another clan on the other side so why bother?
He had almost forgotten how it felt to love as well. The barely affectionate stance he maintained with his son whom he was grooming to take his place and the curt exchanges with the guards did nothing to sway that. Not even the times he gave in to his lust with one of the many available women had ever changed that as it had meant nothing more to him than clockwork machinery. That was of course until he had created Sim City and her. He cursed inward but could not help feeling that pang of regret that he would never be able to see her or touch her again. He did not long for her in the same way as when he lusted for a woman. That was easier to fulfill as any of the ladies would do and once he was over with it, that lady in particular meant nothing more to him than quenching a thirst with any available water.
With her it was not the same thing. He had watched her as she moved around in the Sim, found her way through things, faltered, found a new way to do what she was unable to do before. It was almost as if she was truly learning by herself and no longer following the code. Countless times he had verified and yes, indeed, she had deviated from the program. He watched as she slept, as she woke up, as she moved, breathed, danced, cried, laughed. Sometimes, he would stay days just watching her and doing nothing else. The first time he had touched her, he had coded himself in stealth mode then jacked into the Sim, flowing around her, touching her teasingly while she battled startled by the ghostly invasion.
The more he had watched her, the more he had wanted to be with her and crept every night into the Sim in stealth mode. She grew accustomed to his presence and he never knew truly whether she resented it or liked it. Sometimes, he would stand right in front of her, watch her gaze at herself in the mirror or at something she was building and marvel at the liquid dark pools animated by intent. He would reach out to her and touch her softly on the cheek or kiss the nape of her neck and she would barely shudder. He never knew what she felt because her changes were never captured in the coding but he had vowed then that he would gather more heuristic data to check her evolution. Now he would never know at all. He winced at the thought of it. He had always hoped that he would be able to reprogram her, even as he had squeezed the trigger of the stun gun, he had thought she would shatter but he could always create her again with the source data from the fragments but now it would be impossible. The image of her body – a body he would never touch again – mangled by the beasts overpowered him and he held on to his son stronger and sobbed again.
Horizons – Puscifer
The Weaver – Puscifer
Telling Ghosts – Puscifer
What we were tonight
29 August 2016
Tonight slipped
From my limp fingers
Grasping none
Life unfair
Chose to pair them open air
Between the spaces
In dream state
I remember touch
We lock hands
In rapture
Hair electric on arm stands
Pulsing the texture
Remember
What we were tonight
When the light
Baleful shines
All the softness undermines
Lost scent of green grass
Reading of the poem:
Nothing really ends – DEUs
All the holy grounds
28 June 2016
Twenty-three birds
Flying into skies
The flight’s journey motionless
Partition of Time
Composition supreme
In a day’s dream
We breathe in waters
The future made of blue hues
Before we take flight
Discovery of light
Transformation
Multiple process
Rolling within our own waves
Segregating touch
Graveyards or bliss the caves
Gleam through my spleen
Memories of green
The blue surrounds every tale
Recollections frail
I don’t remember much
Titillating
Electrified stars
Synapses intermingling
Recreating frames
Remembering our names
My mind so keen
I bleed through the sheen
Of crystal ice that surrounds
All the holy grounds
Upon which we walked free
Reading of the poem:
Prelude – Vangelis
Losing sleep – Vangelis
Cosmos – Vangelis
Scent of a story
13 May 2016
Opening
Into emotion
Twining fate
Catching late
The threads of togetherness
Serendipity
Gushing thoughts
Musical stances
Elation
Of the touch
Out of this physical realm
Soft stolen glances
Slow capture
Unrolling phases
In half light
I witness
The unfolding beyond the sight
Scent of a story
Reading of the poem:
He’s Lost – John Sokoloff
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