Turned to high voltage and keyed up,
up hard right to strike fresh levels.
Levels that can leave some unhinged,
Unhinged ‘til the tables are turned.
Turned into this savage with love,
love that was inhaled so deeply.
Deeply mixing sparks with nitro,
nitro that left her whole world turned.
Humming just like an electric daisy
a cloudless sky filled with high voltage;
The underlying sound calms my crazy;
Smoke from the trains rather hazy
zoom zoom on elevated wattage;
Humming just like an electric daisy;
It’s like the song was made just for me,
listening to music scented with sage;
The underlying sound calms my crazy;
Biological senses reconstruct reality,
you escape your body’s weak cage;
Humming just like an electric daisy;
Creating art out of mental debris
motivated by eliminating carnage;
The underlying sound calms my crazy;
Inner peace so prevalent lately
some may say I rely on a mirage;
Humming just like an electric daisy,
the underlying sound calms my crazy.
Fireballs of far off feather stars
lucid dreams they touch and tickle;
Diamonds dancing dazzling Mars
mirage of something magical;
It passed me something practical
writing on my soul with knowledge;
Tossed in a well with a nickel
waiting to capture high voltage.
he panted heavily
muscles twitching in his naked body
running frenzied, without looking back,
he shouted, “He is after me.... my life”
a rip roaring cry....!
the traffic halted
pedestrians stopped
people from shops came out
women through curtained windows peeped
children stopped their play
“so drunk”.... a man murmured
“A crack”.... someone shouted
“coming right after an orgy”
sneered, an oldie...
“pity on him...! Take him to an asylum”
one gentleman suggested.
he needs help, majority opined
‘nab this plague’, the moral police quipped
what is he running from...?
an assailant....?
corona virus....?
his own phantom...?
two sane men staying,
at a corner wondered.
they had masks on their face
“must be a health worker”..!
one of them said...
“yes, the subtle nuances of a cracked mind”
the other agreed!
as the scene on the road,
had grown into a high voltage drama,
dissensions grew and multiplied!
March.10. 2023
~Placed Second~
Cracked Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco
Love at first sight is an overstatement,
But I felt it strongly and now my heart's itching.
Don't look at me, I can feel your judgement.
But my heart, it beats a hundred thousand times faster,
And my emotions been in a roller coaster.
That's what you made me feel even before the greeting.
Now we are face to face, my friends keep me teasing.
Your arms outstretched and I grab it for a shake,
Now that's a high voltage electricity!
Help me! I will die of this proximity.
I'm an anti-romantic but you are an exception.
I am so whipped I'll follow you in any direction,
No separation even in parallel dimension!
Your gaze and your smile gives me a lot of tension,
Spare me! a little extra of your attention.
~cvb~
Feb. 10,2023
short circuited and
the fuse of purpose keeps tripping
high voltage boredom
on auto pilot in slow motion
the roundabout is not a funny circus
currents alternate
directly challenge
polar opposition in contradiction of truth
‘it’s a beautiful day and you are in it’
thunder clouds bolt hail and torment
for no reason at all
five layers of clothes just to keep warm
a frosted swamp submerges reason
because it can and it will
webs of confusion crushes through ice
as if waiting for landslides and mud
so much is clear
lightening emboldens the scene
as water colours bleach the canvas
pierce through fabric dreams and anticipation
thin skinned the jester keeps smiling
an empty façade persona and mask
reaches out as a poet who writes
with frosted nib and inked consternation
lost for words founded in screamed silence
like her own meta-morphed metaphor
muck seems like a euphemism
warmed up in a microwave of sorrow
maybe she will walk to the beach today
watch breakers and tides
gather a sea shell
listen to what can be heard
when all else is quiet
24th January 2023
Brain, heart, and skin all electric
all conduits to awareness.
That kind of electricity flows outward.
Eyes reflect our electricity.
The mothership,
the flesh and bone, the organic innards,
they all work for the cellular transference
or storage of electric energy.
What is my point?
When I say: you turn me on,
that we are plugged into one another.
I mean we are all power points.
Hot stuff.
Of course we can either
recharge or drain.
Friction may occur, sparks may fly.
Dear electron AC/DC unit
you galvanize me.
Beware though,
electromagnetic waves of love
or any other high voltage passion
can lead to unwanted ignition -
please be sure to wear a thick rubber soul.
Running on impulse
mirroring my inner flame;
It may feel extreme
swallowing down high voltage,
that’s just what love means to me.
spring green dots the hills
contrasted by deep pine green....
high voltage power
What a way to verse the lyrics
Well, they’re no less than relics
My joy knows no bounds really
If you compose like this truly
Being a nature lover so great
How you rock in a way straight
Want to be in thy good books
Extoling thy all luscious looks
Want to see you occupy chair
As an apt Indian Administrator
I urge you to accomplish it fast
Thus, deserve a future steadfast..!
When we meet it’ll be a moment
Of high voltage reunion of intent..!!
Recently no word playing in me
I am imprisoned in glistening mirror
Enamored mind in barren grayness
Terrible dark takes birth in every night
Benumbed the day is with the withered pen
Wearied chemistry of eyes
surrendered to the raindrops
falling in the wizened heartbeat
Your shining nose-ring is burning
my titanic wrath of high voltage sighs
making statutory shrine the thought
Susceptible lust
renewing the pole of youth
to bathe in juicy petals
But all words into the vacuous grave
23.09.2020 Chattogram
Finding no words to extoll thee
For yours is a remarkable beauty
In any drape you’re strikingly cute
Miraculously making me mute
Beyond my perception is thy grace
That inspires me to be a poet ace
Mere a still of thy standing pose
Makes my poetic quotient arose
Naturally adorned by birth cool
Lavishly garnished in a way full
Queen like gait yours enchants me
I become extremely verse spree
Don’t know what power you bestow
For current of words gush in a flow
High voltage words I keep coin
To cover all thy beauty bits fine
Fabulously carved in divine leisure
By Lord Almighty in full pleasure
What a way to appear on screen
Well it’s given me boost umpteen..!!
cold coke and coffee...
vintage bones high voltage style...
and...starting to write...
steamed thoughts andt...music...
and...on the shelf behind me...
dali clock balance...
there is weight to time...
right now it weighs four fifteen...
on our shoulders...
days get heavier...
midnight to noon...noon...midnight...
anyway...now...write...
i keep bad habits...
they are quite valuable...
...necessary times...
read...research...and dream...
science...maths...philosophy...
try to write a book...
different topics...theme...
keeping a notebook going...
to store ideas...
as necessary...
preparation...and hope...
something of it sells...
sand blown
Torturous separation. Intellectual blindness.
How your brilliance and intellectual dominance fascinate me.
Looking into your baby eyes wide and blue, I still see your knowing awareness, high voltage connections.
You laughed as a baby, with me, or at me?
How quicky did you discover our world's stupidity? When did your broken heart shear your funny bone, too?
Have you not yet accepted terms of this life, clicked the check box and exposed your vulnerability? Will you acceed to your lack of control? Will you reach out to the only concrete anchor we have? Will you embrace the lonely hopeless souls looking for the same relief you are desperate to know?
We all walk the same funeral march into our graves. Won't you pick up a piece of love, entertain some forgiveness, and carry some peace on the way to your certain destiny?
eyes open
eyes open
tears jerked
edges fallen
from
corners
circle me wagons
turquoise bead bender
swirling swiveling heads
counter me balanced
high-voltage death
sky lit up stars
night fell
fall on
me
own
escaped
borrows love
gutter prom kiss
naked shingles skin
rake me across
the
coals
here we are
eyes open
?
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