Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Poem
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Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Light Paints
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Friday, 11 February 2011
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Saturday, 18 December 2010
Haiku - I
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Saturday, 11 December 2010
Thursday, 9 December 2010
The Horses from Sayerianowe
The Horses from Sayerianowe
Pine trees revolving
Like love songs,
Sunshine of your lips,
World speaking thru signs
Jade goddess,
I love your eager armpits,
You record the memories of a blue town,
They touch your sacred heart with light
Shiv waits beyond the blue curtain,
His face misty and his primal eyes
Holding a vision of the secret land,
Outside, a silent city smiles.
Star shine eyes,
Your skirt so inviting,
I could be in love,
Would you holiday with me, in beauty?
Write me a song,
Write me the rhythm of your adventures,
Of how you charmed the horses from Sayerianowe,
Write me a prayer from your days in the sky.
The return, the return,
To the other room of love,
Muhammad radiant in prayer and delight,
And angels in flight, singing a thread of storm .
I am stone, I am light
I am you,
I am the memory of eagles,
I am wild tonight, and you are by the lake.
Freedom freedom freedom
The horses from Sayerianowe are alive again,
Light fairy, hold my hand and lead,
I am happy in your touch.
Silver girl,
The roads coil before her,
She waits beneath a tree and calls for an angel,
The dance must herald future.
In rings we stand,
Soldiers of love, in our final city,
Singing your praise,
O infinite painter of the firmament.
Guardians of the deserts,
I hear your hypnotic wedding music,
I see the fireworks go wild in breeze
Send me a bird, I lost my way
Isai, nurse my wounds,
Hold me in your body
Give me the lions insane in love,
And swans who carve dreams, in beauty.
Trance now, big girl
Your smoke smoke smoke eyes,
Let me read to you this eve,
The lore of blue giraffes.
I have found you now, creator,
smiling visage in a blue and cotton sky,
Under our feet, beneath these forests,
The sounds of tomorrow move.
The compass points at your soul,
And a Zeiyne baby shines in the sky,
Coconut trees and a lazy moon
Get me high.
Beak of cotton, blue sunshine,
Palms of light and lilies
In her lotus garment, she summons the day
And whispers love and silence.
Girl, you sing the blues
On lonely rooftops; kind angel I disturb your hair
You are a name in the dusk,
And your fragrance moistens the forgotten room.
In Sayerianowe, the prophets fall in love,
The poets are birds in solar garments,
In a moment of love, she sees through time,
Discards her camouflage, remembers me.
Light walkers in the new alley,
Their hearts open at dawn,
The children of children glow in beauty
I find my way to the rose carnival.
In a turquoise land,
You dream in piano spirals;
There are lovers in the afternoon,
Nude among the roses, kissing.
Because I love you,
You come riding through the sands,
Because I love you,
You are born.
Slow walking in paradise,
Among mist and starshine,
Fish of many colours
Play in the lake; we know the road to light.
Night descends, salvation begins,
Inside my mind, you sketch directions.
Under the rainbow in Sayerianowe,
You became mine, heroine of the winds.
Magick cloaks to warm her skin,
Feathers to stroke her breasts;
In a backdrop of amaranth,
I am taken by her breath.
And once more angel, I must speak to you,
and forget you,
But I will remember always
The wet flame of your voice.
The tree of happiness
Is nourished by supergod,
The fruits are forever,
And our mouths full.
The power infinite, the sway in the sky,
The pigeons ecstatic,
The fable of love is moulded in your palms,
Sometimes, surrender is rebellion.
This darkness and the viola,
This need for your eyes
To love me; winter's electric architecture,
and the sepia of your lips.
Peace lives
in the lanes of Sayerianowe,
The clock is the friend of angels,
Clouds for you, love, and a tower too.
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Saturday, 27 November 2010
Sunday, 21 November 2010
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Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Important
The memorial meeting to condole P. Lal's death will be held at St Xavier's College Auditorium on Saturday, 13 November, 3 pm onwards. All friends, well-wishers, former students are welcome.
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Friday, 5 November 2010
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Song
Feathers in the air,
Feathers on the way,
Feathers through the sunshine
alien's body
Feathers around your angel skull,
Feathers in your dream,
in the heart of the grassland
Feathers in the thoughts of the landscape
Feathers in orange or blue,
Feathers across the road,
in the balloon seller's coat,
Feathers beyond you
and I
in the room of glass and perfumes,
Feathers in a twilight scream,
Feathers for the demon's rage,
Feathers in the returning saint's infinite power
Feathers through the
cozy breath of time
Feathers in your embrace of peace,
in the voice that sings
unseen,
Feathers through cyberspace,
Feathers for the hours you and I
remember the promises
of St. Dusk
and for the minutes we sip on tea
and shine.
Feathers for the ritual of light,
Feathers in the dance,
through the voyage in time,
in our hearts
towards the homes of love
Come shine eagle
Come see the light at your door.
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Monday, 1 November 2010
And once more angel, I must speak to you,
and forget you,
But I will remember always
The wet flame of your voice.
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Thursday, 7 October 2010
Flowers in the mirror,
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Sunday, 3 October 2010
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Friday, 10 September 2010
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Friday, 13 August 2010
Because I love you,
You come riding through the sands,
Because I love you,
You are born.
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Monday, 9 August 2010
Friday, 6 August 2010
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Notes - II
Notes - II
1.
Abrupt breeze
Inside the heart
Of this tungsten evening,
Voices of love
Across time’s storylines,
Supergod breathes upon the ellipse
Of your memory
Lunar triangles awaken now.
2.
The noiseless call,
The white opera,
I hear.
In the temple of the Buddha,
All be free,
In his electric house,
All be music.
I hear.
In a violet cadence,
The hills throb.
3.
Night and rains,
Dust from another city
Becomes alive,
A room of indigo animals.
You measure the pace
Of my love,
With a gauge on your tongue.
Sunshine lungs,
Street song diaries,
I touch
Your hand, fierce angel;
Won’t you tremble?
4.
[ on a bandh day ],
The stores are mostly closed,
Parlours with pretty names
Stare into an empty world,
One or two half-opened shutters
Of shops
Which sell cigarettes;
The stillness of murder and protest
Is broken by children,
The thud
Of an orange soccer ball,
And cricket on wild afternoon slopes.
I wander around
Under a gold sky
With a camera,
By churches, newspapermen
And rough graffiti,
I can’t find a place to buy dinner.
5.
Haze and I,
The house where flowers grew,
The house which breathed
In slow movements
Of the stars,
Now it rains, now the jade fairies go crazy
And celebrate
The birth of love with rice;
Suleiman is speaking to jinns again.
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Saturday, 24 April 2010
Houses
Houses
- for U.
Shining inside a forest,
Your eyes capture the night,
Sight and dream look for home,
on a wild terrestrial adventure,
Sky maps unfold in your song,
New villages come alive,
We speak of the universe,
and it's fresh dance,
Your body once more,
an orange factory of truth,
my words are sore and clever,
Sit softly on the stone,
It hears your breathing,
Hears your prayer,
Hears your voice as it moves
thru the snake
lanes of love.
Come running tonight,
Come in poetry tonight,
Come in spirals and grey architecture.
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Tuesday, 13 April 2010
Piano for S.
Piano for S.
Grey nets of love.
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Monday, 5 April 2010
Somethings - another experiment in controlled surrealism
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Friday, 5 March 2010
~ hyacinths and the science of protons ~
Earth's angels in love. Dancing. Landscapes melting. Raining. Flight of the queen. Protons inside my navel. A science of beauty.
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