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Feelings
Are the monsoon…
They fall as
A rain of tempest…
Passions
Are an eclipse…
I have a
Rainbow
In my heart…
My lover
Sing a song
Of love to me…
Life is an
Erotic
Pasture …
Where in the
Waste land
Am I ….
Yes, Camus
Life is
Meaningless
And absurd…
Give me
The strength
To bear my angst….
Time is calypso
On wings …
Destiny
You are a
Future
Locked in gold…
Charm is
A brothel
Of the mind…
Time sew
A ribbon of luck…
Let me sing
The songs
Of the desert …
Nirvana
You are
A Buddha
Of the heart….
A trope is
A gem of poetry…
Luck you are
Hidden in
A fairy’s wand…
Poems speak
Of adoration
Of the body ….
Time a tempters
Snare …

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Time lay
Dead on
The clock…
Worries
Drifted as
Clouds …
A butterfly
Dances as
A rainbow…
Angels visit
Me in dreams….
I lay with her
On the bed of
Poetry ….
Pearls clung
On to the grass …
Stars are twinkling
Buttons ….
Moon is a
Ball, shining
Devoutly as
A hymn…
Swamis are
Floating
Gently in the
Sky, carrying
Eternity as
A poem…
Brook of beauty
Is murmuring
In whispers…
Solitude lies
In the mist of
The heart…

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Eliot is
Decadent poetry …
Pound plucks
Apples and writes
Poems of imagism …
Romanticism….
You are a religion
For the soul …..
Bards wake up in
Dusk and pour
Metaphors …..
Poetry
You are
The fin de siècle
Gather a rhythm
And sing a
Song of solitude….
Love is surreal
Dreamy and poetic…
Sweet is passion
An ornament of
Delight
Poems are the
Tapestry of the
Spirit…
Sweeny
And the Nightingale
You are tarot of the
Eclipse….
The moon is
A pregnant belly….
Shadows of
Light fall gently
On the trees….
Dylan left
Odes of beauty
Submerged
In the ethos of
Tropes ….
Solitude awaken
To art that rhymes
And rhythms a
Poetry of love ….
Plato, you are
A trope of forms ….
Aristotle, you
Made catharsis
A theory of art ….
Socrates, you
Are a martyr
Of poetry …..
Being is a mystery…
An existential
Unfolding of
Nothingness and
Thingness….
Archetypes,
You are Jung’s
Soulful creation…..
Persistence of memory
Is a haunted
embryo…
Clocks melt
and gather
Time in a
Precious pouch…
Morning is a bard
On the wings
Of poetry…
Art flows
Through a
Timeless stream
Of words ….
Kafka you have
Left mysteries
Of the novel
Written in art….
Life is an illusion
Of time ….
Decadence
Wither a life
Of words ….
Beethoven
Poeticized
Words into
Melodies
Of art….
Bach
You are an
Ode of a piano,
Your fingers
Are musical flutes ….
Blues and Jazz
Float echoes
Of a cadence
And render the heart
To mirth of grace…
Walt Whitman
You laced
The leaves of grass
With tropes
That leaves the soul
In a catharsis of
Love…..
Wolf is a poetic
Trope…
Van Gogh
You soaked the
Canvass
With shades
Of impressionism….
Will the soul
Live after death?
Death
You are the body’s
Hell.
Life, you
Are the seasons of
Love…
Poppy
You are an
Intoxicated trope…
Maurice Blanchot
You are stoic
Of prose….
Sartre
You are an ecclesia
Of atheism
Where is
The fountain of joy?
Life illuminate
A cathartic
Monument ….
Time
Don’t reason
With meaning
Passion is
The living
Life of joy.
Oasis
I have found
You in the desert
Of poetry…
Words, live the
Meanings of
Richness….
Heart of love,
You are a poetic
Splendor …
Passion glide
As wings up
To the heavens.
Nietzsche,
You tranquilized
Art into the
Dionysian rhythm
And the Apollonian
Grace and melody…
Art thy waves
Rush to the shore
And weave threads
Of passion…
Beauty is
A figure of speech …
Rhetoric
Live a life
Poignant and
Sensual …
The gaze—a
Poetic rapture
Of being …
The self
Is a marathon
Running a race
Of love….
Passion sink
Into the ocean’s
Depth and
Swim as
A mermaid of
Love…
What am I?
A fictional self …
I am the many
Women I have loved..
The places I’ve
Visited….
I am sculpted
Trope of flesh
And blood….
Woman—you
Have to be a
Passionate bed…
Adultery
You are a meaning
So profound…
Life has a
Meaning to live…
Metaphors
Sculpt words
Into music …
The soul is
An enigma
A mystic wonder
That is life in a
Psalm…
I am in love
With life….
I am in love
With words …
I echo poems
From the springs of
Heart….
Camus you are
A bard of philosophy …
What is the elixir of
Life…
Nothing but the heart
Of meaning …

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The sky lay

Tinged with

Poetic hues …

White mystics

Were floating

In a caress of music…

Lovers were

Twined in the music

Of lips …

Clouds

Floated as a poem…

Meanings

Were copulating

In epiphanies of

A bard….

Time lay on a pink

Mirror cascading

A psychedelic halo…

 

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Ripe mangoes
Yellow tainted
Cling in clusters …
A bard’s eye
Longs mesmeric…
Monsoon Kerala,
You are a song of
Rhythmic pounding
Of rain…
Your tranquil backwaters
Are a sedative for the soul…
Twinkling eye of the sky…
A longing nostalgia
To break into an epiphany..
Camus’ angst the
The Sisyphus,
A rebel of existential irony…
I made love to her Anu,
And she became a flower
Of being…
Eternity soak me in your dew…
Let’s time’s dials seal my coffers
As a gift to be in heaven…
Rilke had a soul of poet …
His tropes lick the marrow
Of my bones…
Oh God, you have given
Me a gift to be on earth …
Let me live life in
The poetry of music…
My dear beloved,
I long for you …
When your husband’s
Not at home…
Picasso painted the cubist,
An art is breaking the
Irony of ice…
Shades of a dream
You are picture for a poet…
I am in exile and I long
For bedding my passions
In cave enriched honey…
Dali’s persistence of
Memory an echo
Of poetry in an oedipal trauma…
Angst I shatter you with
The triumph of art…
I listen to Bach
And my soul is caught
In raptures of a celestial
Dream…
I long to experiment sex
Drugs and altered states…
And eclipse into a shamanic
Cabala….
Existentialism, please my
Longings of desire….
A nymph a mermaid
And the muses, you
Are afflatuses divine…?
I divine the tarot
And it gives me a
Weird sense of meaning…
Pound cuts grass into
Poetic peacocks…
Waste Land of Eliot,
A submerged abyss
Of human existence ….
What is the meaning of life?
The soul is an art to exist…
Life’s rhythm found
In the Jazz of the heart…
Rap, you are black of the soul…
Blues, you echo me
Into a verdant pasture …
I joy her many times…
My tongue in her is a
Flicking pasture…
I am tempted like Eve
And I eat the fruit of flesh…
Nirvana you are soaring
In the wings of a bird…
Life’s a lyric ….
Desire lies in transgression…
I find you God in all things of life…
In all creatures great and small.
Astrologers are shenanigans of
Mischief, the vibrate negative
Tunes for the mystic soul…
The bed remained a vacant dream…
Borges springs from an imaginary
Text as an ugly fang…
A night of ecstasy is
Longing for the soul…
I found the seed,
A tiny marvel of God’s
Creation…
The mystic halo of the bard
Is reverberating a
Rhythm of poetry….
I every desert of writing,
There’s an oasis of beauty….
The whirling dervish
Sooths my soul with
Cryptic incantations ….
Life, I have found a
Beautiful maiden in you…
My soul will be in heaven
Written by God in the
Book of life….
My father keeps
Visiting me in dreams …
A gentle soul, a poetic
Philosopher…
My soul stays
Unplugged on
Eric Clapton’s guitar…
I am music when I live…
How much I relish
Good scotch…
Honey is nature’s wonder …
An echo of God with
The sweet taste of music…
How I long to be with you,
You gentle poetic soul …
Where is the end and
The beginning ….
It all lies with God
The maker of Heaven and
Earth….
DNA is a cryptic password,
Breathing to life the genes
Of being human….
Human I am all too human…
Life’s destiny where are you
Taking me?
Life, you are an ode of poetry…
Passion found in poetry …
I live in it in her body…
Eros, you are passions
Of an erotic Goddess…
Life, I have found you
In the joy of meditation…
Peace, I am gentle soul….
The slain lamb of Calvary,
Healed all my wounds of sin…
Words are gentle poetries of love…
I smoke in the temple of God
And I feel sorry for it…
Am I corrupt in my heart?
Beatitudes for the soul
Are temples erected by God…
Beauty you are the soul magnified?
Music is the God of all art…
Life is a mystic mystery…
Where is the song of art?
Let me brothel my desires …
The occult is a taboo for me…
When faced with life’s tempest…
I turn to God almighty for help…
The sky is a painting in abstract…
The moon is a living hymn of the night…
Dreams become prophets of voyages…
God has numbered the hairs on my head…
Lord bless me like you’ve blessed
Jacob and Abraham…
What is the meaning of being?
Reality hits me like a hard savage…
I long to see my generations to be blessed…
God, you are adored, honored and glorified.
Slain was the lamb
But his second coming will be lion…
A bard has sold his soul to God….
Lord have pity on me ….
Have mercy on me….
Lord, I long to travel and write …
I love my life in writing….
How much I long to write for you…
I have stopped hating myself…
Time is set on the wings of a harp…
Poets have to find beauty
In the meaning of life…
The night of passion
Was so lyrically sublime…
We flowed to symphonies
Of ecstasy…
Life is an easy lyric to follow…
Rodin sculpted the
Intellectual in the Thinker…
His gaze is mystic, solemn in thought…
Pop art is a punk crystal…
The gaze of Lacan …
So erotic and sexual ….
Time is a meadow that lies
In textures of ecstasy….
Dreams are memoirs of the heart…
Crystal gazing of a witch,
Hockuspockusabracadabra….
Poetry is lyric of the soul …
I have found her to be an oasis…
We made love like an ocean
And flowed to a dream of beauty….
The past is fond memory…
The present a life lived …
And the future full of expectations…
God, I have found you Christ alone…
The journey of life beyond death
Is a pleasant surprise.
What a joy it is to be in heaven…
Cherubs are living adorations of poems.
To write is to have the passion of origin.
Catharsis, I wonder at your rich meaning,
I am a poet filled with the heart of it.
When will my dreams be fulfilled?
I have set a lot of hope in my heart.

 

Abstract

My mind’s
Is travelling
Through hazy
Icecaps…
My higher self
Bequeaths a
A metaphor to live
Life…
Words form
The poetry
Of music ….
Letters become
Shadows of eclipses…
Time is an artist’s brush,
Now gently finished
To an abstract art…