Short Warps Poems

Serge

Night Owl

grabs a hat from the hatstand 
fraught, he warps the midday sun
no apricating mellow touch
in haste, too early a venture
while camouflaged conspirators
beckon to no end, lest he dawdles 
through waxing moonlit gossamer 
and warms the trees of dusk

Beautiful End

she is not real
she warps to my thrills 
body soft but hard to touch 
I breathe her breath 
we hold chest to chest 
the world could be gone 
I am nothing 
if not wrong 
to lay her down 
when we'ere done 
only moon no more sun 
morning wont come 
for our song is sung

Fragments

Living pigmentations of one’s imagination,

Inferring colors makes our vision blurry, but the scorching sun rests our eyes once again. 

Fog covers the lenses of reality, making our eyes peel at the slightest sight of life. 

Existence taunts our ideals and warps our abilities.

Sunset West of Eden

Candles wax time pulls it to Earth,
drops cool stilled hardens in seconds,
a fire holder girth, warps obverse,
candles wax time pulls it to Earth,
vapors prompt darkening observes,
fire loses fight gloaming transcends, 
candles wax time pulls it to Earth,
drops cool stilled hardens in seconds.

My Last Poem

My last poem fell victim to Chrono’s  dastardly warps

I dragged the depths of my memory pool,  came up with a shriveled corpse.

I beat my breast and wailed like a woman plucked from the Middle Ages..

You can’t scribe without paying your wages

So I present this wine to the sages

Alas! For I have filled my book with blank pages!

Capsule in a Caravan

A shored life
awakes the old
patience is a virtue

a wondrous light
a way for the world
one way passage

yielding trifles
abundant returns
nameless faceless

novelties in scrolls
constant to air
The Book of Life

accounts tallies
clearly visible
hidden from sight

chance of a lifetime
warps through glass
bottled sealed.

Criminal Minds

Crippled by the gun
Reminders of life being done
In a team 
Movement to the scream
Inferno of insanity
Never ending results of vanity
Aluminum scraps all of the scene
Lighting glows in a sheen

Mental breakdowns
Internal empty rounds clattering upon the floor
Napalm dressed corpes
Drowned bodies twisted and warps
Sovling crime is what me do.

Friends R Us 4 Us

Friends of heart for us
Are mountains like
And harbors there
Are there
In back-ups
They are us
As backfires life
Where others
Who we are in chase ghosts
In mist
who missed are mass
where winds
hit in massive at whirls
and warps of life
friends are rare lead in lit
so they are for us light
as warps and whirls in life
friends are us 
and they are light
for us

Reality's Fear

Should I abandon reality's fear?
Open the sky and unlock it clear?
My little gold keys are all I can hear.
Imagination is a dimension,
That twists and warps all singularity.
I find a hallway of bolted down doors,
There is no staircase, but a hundred floors.
Spacing out on rolling, green ocean shores...
I separate myself from five senses.
Reaching for eternity and my soul--

Simplicity

Beyond  known mass
        Unseen pieces  crash
  What left  called waste
         Unrevealed  free one  
Till discover by coincidence

Rthyme  in no sense  escapes
        Burn   itself  as is
Light   oozes in  hole warps
            Paces to  reveal   
Joins  crushing its bottom

Push and  pull  as simple 
          Quote to  decay as is
 Specs in no limits as rules

Facade Ii

bloody
maimed and broken
dead 
from words unspoken

hidden
but never gone
suppressed
not for long

treacherous
my wicked heart
wisdom
the forgotten art

freedom
a mere facade
emotions
our prison bars

love
just hate unseen
apathy
the space between

self
changed by perception
judgment
warps my reflection

opinions
destroy the soul
masochist
so I'm told

Solo

it crowds
who i am
who i’ve become
the darkness stifles my aura
an unbearable 
sense of destruction 
a moment of weakness
corrupts my body
a poison
warps my meaning
filled with unknown
as i lay motionless
reality moves closer
no make believe
waking up to a dream
i lay in loneliness
an asylum
i lay in silence
emptiness in spirit
a depth
‘til judgment
i lay in solitude
i lay

Heartbreak Is the Worst

What you’ve bothered to pick
Is a heartbreak topic:
The mind Ended Love warps
And on one’s folly  harps;
Just as heat could man burst
Still, Heartbreak Is the worst…

Men file in, bed defile,
You’re with an office file.
Joan does not claim it’s right
But expects not a fight.
You’d delayed wedding ring;
So, with Guys face The Ring…

You’d never known women!
I’ve not ruled them “vermin’’.

The Haunted House

It hardly bends around this wall
This light that shines on memory
Like time it pushes forward too
Beyond my life’s cold treasury

And outward from my daily mirror
That light ignores what I knew
Like time it warps what you were 
Those beams no longer true

Now shadows roam where light once lit
They reel inside my head
Like the times that once were
They live 'cause you are dead 

(8/22/18)

Weave Valentine Tissue

I was man of my own,
Lived my own,
Did all what I wished;
But then, 
She came in my life;
I broke into two,
Lived for me, 
And lived for her too;
Closeness and caress,
Between us was like,
Two bodies and one soul;
Dedication surged emotions,
Splitting us into three;
We two as warps, 
Cohered the seed for future,
Tight between us,
Wove fine tissue of family,
We two lived for one;

© Sadashivan nair

The Treadmill

Slowing down the motor,
running low on gas

The lies, the HOV lane,
the truth off in the grass

The speed counterproductive,
it warps and then transforms

The magic in the stillness,
the beauty heaven born

The light becomes a blurring,
as darkness settles in

Till stepping off the madness,
and travelling within

That fatal rush to judgment,
a quiet now sustains

One choice to stop the treadmill
—all motion rearranged

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

the warps of time

time slips through our fingers
most unapologetically
ignoring our pathetic pleas

cycles of sunrise followed by nightfall
seem endless yet each day not resembling the next
at least not always, maybe never

but there comes a day for us all
when time stops, stands still
inflicting a wretched pain

it seems like the end
but it's not really
we somehow carry on

till once again time
slips through our fingers
this time almost apologetic



AP: Honorable Mention 2025