I Scribble, I Scribble, I Scribble....

My Intellect Is A Wicked Philanderer
Sexing Around The Virginally Mindful Thoughts
Some Call It Innovation & Others Call It Creation
But I Might Relate It To The World Of Absurdity
The Lump Of Which Will One Day Make Sense
First To Me, Then To You & The World Thereafter.
Largely They Knock For Me To Empathize, But
I Go On Creating A Whirlpool Which Will Be
Personal & Impersonal At The Same Time, Hard
To Conceive By The Gifted But Only Five Senses.
I Too, Might Be Lost While Crafting & Miss The Nectar,
But They Say, Stay Immortal Through Your Scribbling &
I Scribble, I Scribble, I Scribble....

Unless & Until... She

Never Felt My Name So Handsome

Unless & Until, It was Carved & Ringed
On Her Lean Lovely Finger...
The Glass Always Mirrored
A Disorderly Figure Of Incompleteness
Unless & Until, She Stood Beside...
Hands Were Never So Courageous,
Unless & Until, I Tied Her In A Knot...

Confinement Was Never So Enjoyable
Unless & Until It Had A Tinge Of Her Possessiveness...
Even Poetry Was Not This Habitual
Unless & Until She Goaded The Literature In Me...
Life Never Had A Solid & Clear Meaning,
Unless & Until, She Bought The Dictionary Of Happiness...

Marriage Is Beautiful...

But I was In Love...

Her Smile Was An Indian Trumpet
Knocking At My Banal Mind
But Lacked The Essential Lucidity,
Just Like A Pic Of The Taj,
Taken With My Mob’s VGA Cam...

The Rain Was Still Nastily Drowsy
Keeping Me @ Just 100 Degree
Under My Grandpa’s Dusty Blanket.
Violin Was Still Another Musical Instrument,
My Night Snores Still Challenged The Croaks,
Rose Was Still That Red Thorny Flower
White Doves Were Shitty Enough For My Yamaha RX
I Never Dreamt Of Butterflies And,
My Heart Always Had Arteries & Veins...

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.

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But I was In Love...

The Benevolent Cloud...

"Like A Shadow, Follows My Egoistic Mind,

Playing Hide & Seek With My Inherent Complexes,

Persuading All My Senses, Gradually But Deliberately,

But I Sip Down The Bitterness Of That Irish Coffee

Keeping Me Numb In The Shady Town Of Fort Kochi

As I Lean On, I Could See The Salty Dark Blue Cloud,

Smiling At Me In Utter Benevolence..."

My Lost Insight...

I Lost My Cherished Insight,

In The Dawning Hour of Foretime,

Wading Towards My Destination
As the Burning Headlights Make Me Blind

The Boisterous Breeze Chilled My Soul,

Where the Solemn Orisons Were Unheard,

On the Sinuous Black Rendezvous

And Then Searching Became My Hobby.

The Memorial Scrapbook Lay Shattered,

Humbly Grinning At My Habitual Laxity,

Found Behind the Shady Wooden Door Once,

Where I Grow To Challenge My Providence

Now Lost Forever, My Cherished Insight,

In The Dawning Hour of Foretime,

Wading Towards My Destination
As the Burning Headlights Make Me Blind...

... @ First Sight

When The Soft Mushrooms

Started To Sprout On My Marshy Heart

They Defined It To Happen @ First Sight

But Couldn't I Find The Golden Rainbow String

To Create A Harmony On My Deadly Violin

Me Then Realized, Happenings @ First Sight

Are Just A Mere & Pure Fungus Of Lust...