Sunday, December 29, 2013

Let my words and my words alone
be all you need to know of me.

Let only the distilled essence
of my purest thoughts spread fragrance
till where it can in this vast world.

The rest of my existence is
an insubstantial wisp of smoke.

Only that which matters will make
its way into your minds and hearts.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Sparked off by Milan Kundera

“ What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”-

Milan Kundera

Vertigo is fear of desire to fall 
in wild abandon of everything held sacred
from an acquired stature restrictively tall. 

How steely should be courage for losing it all 
on the path to freedom that's thorny and crooked?
Vertigo is fear of desire to fall. 

Denied of simplicity that dispels the pall 
cast by facades o'er the soul cause want to be rid 
of an acquired stature restrictively tall. 

Yet indignity of having to creep and crawl 
in lowly disgrace can only inspire dread. 
Vertigo is fear of desire to fall. 

What mysterious power compels to heed the call
which promises escape from that prison like stead, 
from an acquired stature restrictively tall? 

Whether or not to plunge, seeking moment's enthrall 
as joy can evaporate to sorrow instead. 
Vertigo is fear of desire to fall 
from an acquired stature restrictively tall. 

Friday, November 29, 2013

An Attempt at Ghazal: The Devil's Snare

When the root of all my torments is laid bare
Desire is seen to be the Devil's Snare.

Of where i'm being led why should i care
as temptations lure me to the Devil's snare?

Passion's seed becomes a weed that will tear
through that which protects me from the Devil's snare.

Only of soaring weightlessness i'm aware;
Conscience is cast off in the Devil's snare.

Giddily reckless i do what i wouldn't dare
had my will rescued me from the Devil's snare.

I writhe and moan in ecstasy i can't bear
as Reason burns away in the Devil's snare.

My senses are numb to the thorns that are there
embedded where i land on the Devil's snare.

Orgiastic ecstasy recedes to where
i see myself trapped in the Devil's snare.

Now i can only caution you to beware
as i lie bleeding upon the Devil's snare.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

What is All this About?

Why should i circle through lives
while you hurl hurdles at me?

Why should pain be a constant companion in
my tormented journey through the planes of this universe?

Why should i be stuck in eternal stasis,
making the same mistakes over and over again,
blinkered and fettered by changeless lack of
insight into your elusive motives?

Happiness is a bait you bribe me by
but can you compensate for aeons of suffering?

Friday, October 25, 2013


Oh God!
Blessed am i
for you have planted the seed
of my deliverance.

You have been the gossamer spirit
behind every breath of life
that gives a body to my soul.

I'm just a scattered part of your spirit
and my body is a vehicle
that will carry me to you
that will carry you back to yourself.

Monday, September 30, 2013

The Unwanted

The unwanted lie fallen
where they are,
looted of life
and rejected by Death.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Put me on a Pedestal and Push me Off

Put me on a pedestal
and push me off.

Watch as i fall
through the heights,
crashing and splintering,
broken shards of my spirit scattering
to where they'll never be one again.

A sadistic smirk slants across your face
as you bask in the glory of
wrested power.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

An Open Hand

When what is mine
is clenched in my palm
it slips like sand
between digits.

If i keep
an open hand
the bounty of blessings
that come my
way will fill me up,
tumbling onto other open hands.

My hand will never be empty.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A Farewell Note

My mistress of yore
I seek you no more.

My love has become
a burden cumbersome.

A crumpling butterfly
it tortures forth to fly,
fleeing from being
contorted into words
by a tired poet trapped
within the sheer drudgery
of being Ego's slave.