A Tight Hard Slap

I travel in time and space
with visions of the light
like boucing a ball defiantly to the ground
for that reaction in tenor
and the sweet lust of sensing oneself,
mind in a rythmic method
the windmill moving on,
is midnight in a perfect world.

soil put to justice,
SOLSTICE AND THE MOMENT BEFORE
burning ephemeral,
bellies,pride on fire
and there I faltered,
failed to look at the Sun in its eye.
for the moments which could have been,
Mea Culpa!

The worst life is an orgasm 
thats unfolds in reverse
I forgot,
that greater the obstacles,
brighter the glory of the fountainhead
that the sadness of the lone flute
is followed by rustic triumphant strings
Mea Culpa!

The clock ticks,
I didnt.
Mea Culpa!

but todays a new day, self!
tomorrows a new night
but tonight I shall kill myself
and arise from the ashes.
tonight, many paths
join and diverge
with the march of madness
which shall awaken the spirit
like the rapid brush strokes
of a painter who has got the vision,
that ephemeral glimpse of his perfection
That moment of joy,
realization of spirit
realization of I. I am.

I am!
I am!
I am!
and I shall never forget that.

Thunder Roads

When the sky turns violet
and the waves hit you high
the crescent hides behind clouds
on a slow, mellow night
you could do with a friend to get you by.

Its all coming back to you now
all welling up in the still of the night
oh how you are trying to be strong
but I wanna be the one man
on whom you can always lean on.

The image of your pure smile
is forever etched in my mind
I have but imperfections to offer, bare
But one day, I'll get there
to comfort thy heart to leave it all behind.

Through the eyes of experience
we came this far, smiling albeit bruised
living in moments with the ones who care
and following the one star in the lone sky
till the end of the cruise.

Turquoise

My heart is set free
when I sojourn the sea.
I experience a deep calm
reminiscent of a buddist monastry.

Sun and sky fuse together
subtly amplifying the damp splendour,
invoking long-forgotten peace and humility.
With dewy eyes me surrender.

Nature at it's powerful best,
oozing life root to crest,
and that one beautiful moment,
uncover's the innocent child's zest.

That hidden melodious white noise,
blended in the beautiful turquoise;
seducing, and tempting me in,
carefree dive, loss of poise.

One

The distant echoes
of the withering shades
of light approve.
A chilly wind caresses
the wounds of the soul.
silence.
satisfying silence.
yet, hints of whispers propagate.
the sands of time
stop flowing, but
the time has come.

velvet and satin
numb the pain
the tormenting journey
from the humane,
to the soul
shall herald the return.
the return to innocence
The destination is
eternal, tranquil, perfect.
The realms of perfection
must be explored
because it results
in One.
Let me be One.

The Moon, The Sirocco, The Andulasia....Loneliness

A dimly lit road stretching beyond vision,
'Tis taken with hope of an uncertain destination.
The dull sky and the chilly, grey night
licked their lips in anticipation.

The winds watched curious at first,
then ready to pounce, to quench it's thirst.
"Tell your tale" it asked before striking.
For it too was, in a state of solitude worst.

Thus began the tale of broken pride;
Of the wisps of loneliness lurking beside.
There was no stopping or turning back now,
With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

"A dream enchanted me, I followed the urge
to go over the top and on the verge (of)
devoting everything to it, but losing it later;
And here I am, only peace within - I search"

"My being, my memories, my hopes are gone.
I am that bird whose wings are torn.
The spirits and shadows mock at my loneliness;
As I drudge on this life, waiting for dawn.

"I have an empty heart and a numb mind
All I cared for's lost, nothing will you find"
And so saying he walked away beyond horizon,
leaving the echoes of a bitter laugh behind.

Kashmir

The water, breeze & snowflakes blend into pictursque perfection;
creating a roslin elixir that overwhelms my senses.
The tranquil aura, in its majesty incites fluid emotions,
seducing me to shed worldly masks;
Its realm of purity - humbling & rejuvenating the soul.
as we sail through the night, exploring the leisurely water,
I notice, her eyes have that glint -
the sparkling reflections off the pearly dew on lotuses,
blessed by that erotic crescent.
Life is beautiful, and Kashmir is Heaven.

BOOM

Everything changes in that one Goddamned moment.
The machiavellian smoke rises, carrying away my aspirations.
Whatever remains of her face is burnt ashen, beyond recognition
Those innocent, restless eyes are painfully inert.
I see her intestines coming out & vomit on the lotuses.
A baby cries nearby, bathed in red & black.
it looks at me for help, as it's life fades in obscurity.
But I am numb, beyond pain. I can't move a muscle.
I shed a tear knowing it's pleading eyes will forever haunt me.
Ihate this place. I hate it's creator. Kashmir is Hell.

The Eyes Of Truth

As the blood trickles from my limbs, 
with cries of pasion and agony, 
flooding my thoughts, my perspective, 
painting dreams and aspirations, 
every drop, an unanswered question, 
my soul confronts me. 
I have to answer to my self. 

A promise turns into obsession, 
obsession into madness 
and madness into awakening. 
The head has risen, it shall not bow again. 
Watch as the aura of truth spreads; 
a new dawn in every metro and ghetto; 
watch its face as it stares u in the eye, 
watch the storm rise and witness the power! 

I am drunk in the spirit of life, 
addicted to the high; 
I have started liking the pain of wounds 
for it only makes my will stronger, 
unstoppable. 
Giving me the drive to be someone, to do something, 
To rise. To awaken. To fight! 
I am life. I am the future. 
I am knowledge. I am power. 
I am the Youth, and I am ALIVE!