A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a
Juxtaposition of good and evil,
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while
Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse;
Discordantly, far from reach,
Vagrantly ambling across
Deadened Arcadias, glimpsing
Floating embers, in wake of
Vivid firestorms, swallowing me whole,
Faltering with every step I take,
Decelerating towards the escape I seek,
As it rhythmically scars my timorous nature,
Awakening the monsters hidden deep within-seeing red-
Bleeding out miasmic toxins, as noxious
Spores erupt, immersed in a haze of austerity,
While it seeps and saturates, throughout
Malignant wounds exposed, undulating between
The storms of push and pull, as daunting
Tasks, of rippling sequences, splits my
Chasmic core.
Soulless footprints are all that remain, as
Moon tides wash ashore, ebbing away
Towards dystopian depths.
Categories:
decelerating, feelings,
Form: Free verse
under the snow shell
aquatic recollections
decelerating
Categories:
decelerating, analogy, snow,
Form: Haiku
They row, row and row
towards the sliding wonder world
of a fleet of dahabeahs
of elite on show
afloat on bubbly milky ocean-blues
like gold-threaded hammock of a lazy baron
flaunting opulence, splendor and élan.
They row, row and row!
The common coxswains in crowded little boats
carrying their weights, their plights
and half-fed entrails;
craving for the étagère at flotilla afar
in iridescent glitter; baroque and extravagant.
They row, row and row!
Sooner or later they come to know
there're no blades to their paddling oars.
They wonder
at their decreasing vigour;
and their decelerating speed
and find that lingering are their frail sampans in waters
the way their earnings remain stagnant every year
and the way their fortunes malinger.
From gnawing slosh of an acid rill
they smell the scent of their slowly burning hull.
Their dreams of joining the gentry at last will
prove to be as ephemeral
as the pre-dawn fog
that evaporates soon
when rises up the billion-pronged piercing leister
of gritty day-spring.
Till then, they row, row and row!
Categories:
decelerating, boat, desire, dream, ocean,
Form: Free verse
not looking hearing or speaking
nailed by the side of the humming
naked ocean at the feet waving
beating crashing reincarnating
in every eternal moment
rampant rivers of love crescendoing
remnants of the flood of lust decelerating
rumble of the prayerful sea invigorating
rays the fragments of light softening
ceaselessly aware of the moment
driven by the sweetness of our destiny
castigating the rising desires of the flesh
we sat there silently back to the back
on the edge of the old sea bridge
closely scrutinising, waiting peacefully
for the new life in the
belly of a distant
star
Categories:
decelerating,
Form: I do not know?
WHEN LETTERS DANCE ON THE PAGE
“Disappear,” I said.
They denied.
Didn’t the Casanova at the theatre
Return my ravishing smile last night?
The burgundy magic on greys!
Ironed with botoxed shots
The dry asparagus turns glossy;
Ready for the salad?
Midriffs declining, disappearing -
Decelerating; the passion of aping
A teenager for a climacteric but works.
The dried raisins, falling leaves
And the faded chrysanthemums-
Augmented, tucked in, liposuctioned.
The one who was being stared at,
Loses it all ; the pretence withers,
The efforts in vain.
I loved them the most
But they now scare me-
The letters diffusing, hyperopic.
Behind the lens, the zombies
Make me close my eyes- the mirror
Was never so unfriendly.
Progressive, focal, horn-rimmed,
Rimless – nothing works. They just
Simply refuse to go.
At the restaurant, travelator, bus
My glory shrouds as I struggle to
Settle the glass diptych on my nose.
“Disappear,” I say to them.
They deny.
Categories:
decelerating, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
The paradox of the perpetual apparatus,
Is decelerating down to its event horizon.
Shimmering around it are lifeless star’s illuminations,
Cascading its luminosity through out the symmetry of time.
While discarding particles of matter are absorbed,
Into the black hole of my brain.
Categories:
decelerating, life,
Form: Prose
Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce
Developing underlying themes to alter the broader context
Freely abridging each verse to establish the pretext
Isolating each stanza to create a subtext
Inferring connotations to establish a hypertext
Disassociating words to broker more inflection
Delinking phrases building new bridges for reflection
Deconstructing patterns to sculpt out a new direction
Decoding mores and values to foster introspection
Voiding punctuation; compressing verses to scuttle metric time
Extrapolating dominant motifs to devalue the inculcating paradigm
Decoupling dissonant accents to deflower the sublime
Erasing phonetic schemes; disbanding symetrical order; decelerating rhyme
Categories:
decelerating, on writing and words
Form: Rhyme
Priced at 39 politically-incorrect dollars at
the Super Wal-Mart, where I privately confess
I may sometimes be found, there are dozens
in a bin, squashy and round. Designed,
Yes, for Man's Best Friend, but useful for a rest
in an unlikely nest in which to curl infant-style,
until asked to fetch, or someone finds Baby
Moses, parting bulrushes beside the lake.
Among the tall grasses, a conductor tunes up
masses of froglet violins, granddaddy-deep
bassoons, and amphibian percussion
played orchestrated only at dusk. Then, it's
deep uterine bedtime lulled by concerts sublime,
and as darkness drops its mantle, busy minds
unwind, cares decelerating, the cradle song's
abating, and sleep's a fait accompli'.
Categories:
decelerating, fantasy, imagination
Form: Ballad