Thursday, 19 February 2009

Heaven and Hell

Through the window, I see your shadow cast in the shape of a thousand desires. A heart bleeds in desperation, in the blind yearning for the beat of another.

Memories hearken to an erstwhile tryst, a conspiratorial congregation of two bodies forming a single shape. Smoke and vapours embraced the tense vibrance, as lovers shook their hair loose in the silence. A rivulet hushed through their secret garden, granting ghosts refrain in the twilight of their encounter. Silent locks found their keys, and fingers gleefully kissed quiet corners smiling in weary acceptance.

The energy bristled within its limits in warning. A spectacle of light and fire ensued. Two spirals intertwined, violently conducting a masquerade of struggle and passion. In frantic anticipation, the ground stood overawed, and the firmament withdrew. The rain lashed out, and the struggle changed dimensions, a tussle between the forces of the earth and the heavens.

Eons passed in this ceaseless battle. All that is known is the rain prevailed, though what remained was merely meagre in force. A hiss sat uneasy upon the land, spent in its endeavour. Neither fire nor light were ever seen again.


You are my only joy, raining down on me from mercied heavens.
And I, a wanderer, caught in deserts dry, for the rest of my times.

Tuesday, 10 February 2009


I'd be crazy not to follow where you lead; your eyes, they turn me.
They turn me on to phantoms I follow to the edge of the earth. And fall off.

I get eaten by the worms and weird fishes.
Picked over by the worms and weird fishes.
I'll hit the bottom and escape.

Potent words. Crazy imagery. Reckless thoughts. Mute emotions.

I feel the oncoming onslaught of a kaleidoscopic vomitorium of the severest intensity.

God help me.

Saturday, 7 February 2009

And you.....

I absolutely crazily adore you. I worship you, and the steps you take. From wherever to wherever else you move.... I beseech you; to grace me with your presence for the rest of my life. So the entire affair of living is a joy. An affair of heart and of spirit....

Monday, 2 February 2009


We have to live in a city where it snows. The blanket of white drowns the city's insanity, and the soundless beauty of a snowflake slowly floating down to rest on your coat makes you think of cotton candy as the snow-decked pavement crunches beneath your soles. A tedious walk turns into an exploration of joy and all its frivolities. A shiver turns into a squeal, and being cautious is a secret joy lost in the folds of a whispered secret.

A noisy, boisterous animate city is brought to Still Life, even as the shivers bite away at the bone.