Long Uncoiling Poems

When I stopped Dancing
(new edit, 2022)


I stopped dancing first 
when the screeching screaming voice, 
cut into my small, happy, care-free body 
like a sharp knife cuts into warm butter, 
the accusing words freezing my bones,...

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The Quality of Mercy.
A mouse doesn't ask for mercy from a cat. It can't meow the syllables.
Though its stomach is full, the cat,being unacqainted with mercy, 
will toy with a mouse. 
Does the tiny heart...

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Gradually the crystalizing dawn -- more hardened  
    Than folded steel --- more sharper than 
  The blade that cuts! 
   Wisps of thin vapour, once loitering insidiously...

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I want you to know I care,

That it gets hard out there,

Stay vigilant and aware,

Look towards the light,

Make sure your love stays bright,

Even throughout the souls' dark night.

You'll never fall down, If you know your,

-...

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And a thousand birds chant harmoniously, shrill and vibrant,
Bringing spring to forest creatures and urban dwellers;
Come out, come out and breathe the air,
Drink in the azure sky and the golden sun.

Every tree is bright and...

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“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house,
 can you hear the whispering? " 
                   ...

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From here and there, I hear him speak
His voice, falling in mild whispers
But he always plays hide n’ seek
Never once I could see his countenance

At times he speaks loud n’ clear
Sometimes so harsh and stern
How...

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As I stand before this old, dilapidated house,
A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, 
With its walls painted grey and white,
And the plaster bearing cracks and marks,
Memories leap out,
From the moss-grown crevices of my...

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Proud I am children, proud for sure, proud of day and proud of night
I can finally turn the key in my own door
No latent echoes filled with omnious warnings
Measuring out my freedom in abbreviated noons
And...

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A fire,

alight beside the darkened door

that waits,

shadow over its weathered bones;

the flames envelop

and choke the heart.

A twisting fate winds like a snake:

sliding, hissing,

curling its wicked tongue -

yet it's nothing but an earthworm

when its eyes dig...

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It starts gently—like a setting sun,
a tingling drift uncoiling in my abdomen,
tracing meticulous pathways through my frame.

It slithers into my mind, a weight both foreign and familiar,
a harbinger of past collapses,
whispering peril in the language...

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He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer 
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies 
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning...

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A wounded heart cried, filled its lonely glass
Held and felt with anguished hands of sorrow
To pray memories fade as tears trespass
Through years of time her love had to borrow
I try to remember when love went...

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Not a  secret   to   unravel   but  a  feeling   to   experience;
"Pointe D'amour", I  stand   alone   here, a mesmerised...

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A dragon's spine,
uncoiling across mountains,
a serpent of stone,
breathing the dust of centuries.

Not just a wall,
but a scar, a whisper,
a testament to emperors' dreams,
and the sweat of countless hands,
laid stone upon stone,
against the endless sky.

Watchtowers, silent...

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A common green
Garden hose coiled
Slithering head bright and erect
Suspended over the gaping crowns
And roots garmented in soil
And I 
At the foot of glowing tree
Or flower bush
Tend my garden alone
Whip the flickering water like a tongue
Venom...

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What secrets dwell in Poesy's heart, veiled by verse? 
     Why on the edges of our perception
do they dance? What are life's essence and course, 
     when...

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Once more, I am thinking about writing -
coils are uncoiling,
snakes study the intricate anatomy
of legs and next steps.

My audience of one
must be propped up as if yet still alive,
geriatric words must be given their shots.

I...

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I must admit I do enjoy watching the country unravel at times
that's what spices up a mundane life
makes us appreciate calmer times.
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem
Martin looter kings and Drama queens 
trying...

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“The broken pieces of our heart like shards of glass are difficult to be glued up. It needs great care and craftsmanship to mend it.” ~ By Poet

The night stood,
veiled like an assassin.
Leaving aside the...

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Like some Dantean punishment
It descended in mid-May,
Turning my favorite springtime month
Into an endurance test.

We fell to sleep beneath a tide of heat
Rose to rising heat, uncoiling
From the roasting ground.

The heat was thickly wet though no...

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I Let You Go

People learn
- grow,
from the reminiscence
of a broken violin,
- torn strings,
grey dust;
they tremble now,
in lounge music – 
- people learn;

I don’t
or can’t and won’t;
I gather a piece
and another
of wooden chips,
strings – uncoiling them
and
hope...

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The slow red sun falls through the dusk gray sky
Shadows from bird's wings glide casually by

Feathered limbs carry them away from night
They float through skies of layered painted light

The day changes coats when night creatures...

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All i know
is that you know all
but so far nothing done
please don't run
i know i promise a lot
may be to extend my slot
no lies babe
just give me time before you say bye bye

sometime you seem...

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These blatant lives we lead
with our guts hanging out
between pretty words.

I remember (after the failed gastric surgery),
when gore spilled out of my prone body;
that slow unwinding of blank verse,
(the wordless made flesh) - uncoiling
in bold...

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