THE MAN AND HIS MUSE

the poetry will remain incomplete without a Thank you, to a stranger I met at a bookshop... where we discussed: Neruda, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Cooleridge, Southey...Da Vinci, Michealangelo...and so many to name, each had a muse, and each man including some despots we can name had a muse too! this poem is dedicated to all muses and amused..!

The Deep Sunlight

Cascaded...

Slanted

As the cat basked

Slovely Gloriously

                                          He was busy with his Chisel
                                          Admiring His cat
                                          his Muse...
                                          the Amused Sculptor smiled:
                                          Shy, Lovely,
                                          She Could Purr...
                                          Indeed:-
                                          Mused the sculptor!

Bastard!
She smiled
How many had he lain'
Could he keep count?
Could he remember ?
She Knew;
He was the candle..
She lavished
to Dance like a moth.
Like a mad frenzy, she must
Dance to his Chisel..
Bid..bidding..

                                        His eyes roved over Her;
                                        Drawing in every Breath...
                                        Nape to Toes...
                                        Nude  
                                        As the looks locked.
                                        Flushed innocence of a Muse.


"My Demi God"
The mused Amused...!
He had stilled her every where...
In the Mermaids hair,
In the Angels lilt,
In the cupids lift
In the demur eyes,
In the queens brow!
In a mysterious smile..
In a flashing Cherub
Across the seas...across the works
In every works a little more!
she basked...
Smiled ..
Slanted!

                   TIRED  the sculptor abandoned...
                       took her by his coarse hands...
                           The muse was his..
                                His rote to rant!

But Bloods are Dye

its a follow up to :
http://anemboldenedmystique.blogspot.in/2012/11/hurling-cusses.html

Cussess
&@#..@

feels lighter
Better
Like a whiff of smoke
Takein in slow...
Let..out... in circles

Like a Show
Rough
Coarse
Abuses..
Harsh
Raw
Abuses
Flavoured..
Savoured
Abuses

Wounding Deep

Why should I hear?
and not vent at all?
Let me vent the cussess
Hurled and hurdled deep
By the one who hurts
By the one who runs deeper
In the veins like blood
Like a kin
of a second skin.
But kin are blood
thicker than water.
Wine?

I measure softly
tread gently
they are my blood-
I reason
My black soul laughs
Tells me:
they are'nt kins..
They clean not like water.
Cling hurt like dye.
Black-Red.
Cusses are Dye!

Hurling cusses

I am hurt,

and you people:
hurt me more
...



I am crying,
 deep inside
and you rake
you demand
your barbed words
wrench my heart.
I too retaliate!!

not thinking-
uncaring
for the
Consequences.



did you ever ask
why do I hurl
cussess,
use words to swear.



Behave : like a
rough-shod Pseudo man.


we be of one blood
ye and I: I am told
But bloods are dye...

Addiction

A whiff,




ooh Delight.



A Swig,



Tipsy Liberation!



An injected ministration-



A Raving hallucination



addiction



passion



totaling to:



A Six feet under:



a PALE halo of a body



Turned to a



Darkness,



Sheer Devils Delight...!!



.

Sleep

My restless livers...

Tired of measuring life?

You traveller

To sleep I lure you..

Come.

To comfort

To lull you

to rest,

Come.


(for some reason- I cannot give a physical description to the traveller, no matter how much I try)

Dream on

They say...


You are morose:

You put a wall around you.

You bolster when touched.

Deep within

Your clasped.

Your clasps:

you desire to break!

You cannot

You are trapped,

In your thoughts:

Deep raging desires!




To road You Stride

Road to dreams

Passions

Desires

To glory

set in Red.


Tarry:

The world may Shout

Stop, it may Beckon.

Rest it may Scream.



Tarry not!

Travel...Steady

Grim Ferocity

Bright Levity

Stop not till you Reach

And when You do

Smile:

For all the Rage

Shall be spent!

Dreams fulfilled.

Embrace loved!

Glorified Red.

Let me be instead

The Khamsin travels
far across
with the desert winds
swirling sand
swirling the gold...

The weary warrior travels...
Tired ...
Dying...
Fatigued....
No Mirage..
No green Love...
No Holy pastures lure....
No watery respite.
The Sun cruel like the sword
Strikes with its rays of light
Shades of gold-black,
scald the skin
Roughened weathered..
Beaten!

Relief:
She stands:-
Mocks
Lures,
Tempts.
Laughs in Derision!!

Death:
She smiles
Gentle as the lover's kiss

The traveller smiles:

The soul:
Stares..wanton...
dying to yearn
To the lover's arm.

Death beckons...
The lover smiles..
The traveller walks
Into the gentle arms...
Peace reigns
The khamsin rests

O! Traveller:
I envy Thee:
Take my life,
I give mine to Thee..


*Khamsin: Storm in the desert

Insomniac

Weary wide eyes
Tired wandering ..
coursing
through the desert,
The wanton soul
pleads rest,
the sore slippers:
weep as
they churn the sand.
the mirages:
Them dreams beckon!!

Alas!
The weary traveller
Travels
Travails
Seeks solace...
Underneath the swarovski
Studded sky!!!

Shuts his eyes to sleep!
She mocks:
She frolicks
She refuses
To give company-
She cruel:
She ....
The treacherous Sleep

FREE

Let the sky be the Dive Board:


To let me plunge into the sea.



Let me wear Blinkers:

So, the depth I cannot see.

...

Let my senses be numb:

so that, I cannot feel

The Abyss of the sea



Letme be there...

Amongst deep water..

so that

I may be FREE

A SLICE OF THE SKY

Vast Blue:
Large Expanse of a small view
Darkened in the sun
Brightened by the Moon.
Churning paint with every 
starry shift!


witness to pain
joy
And
'Morrow
Ageless, Nameless
Cloudless....Loveless Sky
Poor slave I:
Crave 
A slice of you!
O SKY!!

RAIN

rain madness rain


I want rain


Mad rain,


Soul drenching!


Spirit rejuvenating rain.


Rain respite Rain.


Come again come


Aiman wants to wash her pain...

O, YE DEEP BLUE SEA

The calm Horizon
stands afloat
Hue changing by the hours
... Myriad...
secrets it harbours,
myriad dreams have come true,
: silently watched them come.
the Benevolent Blue Goddess..
yet
myriad billions
..strange and strong: Dreams
have been shattered
-rage.
stories bedded in its bosom..
lost arches and Empires
Creatures and harbingers.
on Discovery
heart cries encore:
Enfold..Entreat :-show more.


Lap me not in your lusty waters
You intimidate me...
Yet..
a Reflection of me..
Profound..
Are you me!!
No-
You cannot be...
Oh Woman...
O, Ye deep blue sea!

Profane...Sacred!!

a little love here
a little love there..
a random assault...
a final give in..
a carnal attraction..
a Pagan submission
a deep sense of denial...
a latent sense of recognition...!!
spiritual..
stimulating intellect..
varied varied...
love ...love



ages ...sages..men...poets and fancy men...forlorn lovers...forsaken women...winners in conquest.. have all attempted to define it..and I, in this sea of searchers ...again...
will be just one of the countless million who decide to do so...Again!
plays have been written in its conquests...countless movies made..songs written..symphonies composed...stories plotted around it..battles have been fought and lost ....
What is Love....
languages it had crossed ages ago...since Adam and Eve
it has crossed colors and has been accepted..
it has crossed age and has been accepted..
it has now crossed genders and will be accepted
yet still..
it needs to cross cultures..boundaries rooted deep in the mind and mystic...mystique...


so many have slain themselves and so many may not muster..for life holds a larger dream...!! what is then life..if not lived to its fullest...Philosophers say "live life to its fullest"!! is happiness and attainment of it all fulfillment...this leads to another question what is meant by fulfillment ..(well I am no philosopher hence will not delve into it)... is love a deep craving for a goal..that's larger than life..is love..is love being around ones who accept you even if the world despises you..or is love being with the one, the one who embraces you with all your human fallacies...
what is love if not spent in the arms of love...death leading to its perpetuity...!!


Rest I leave it for you to decide...

SILVER CLOUD

every cloud, they say, has a silver lining, but now I want my entire cloud of silver...its been dark too long!!

I haven't felt this way since 8 long years..almost few more days to eight precisely, I haven't been awake thinking and thinking so hard for God alone knows the reason up till 2 am!! 

It struck at 10 a.m but the realization came at around 2p.m..I dint others at home did...a family member  is ill..brain stroke...!! Members of the house making daily timely visits to the hospital...Yet each managing to make small talk and keep a straight face..thats life they say..but how many times should I be struck with a tragedy..one..twice..thrice wasn't enough...

I guess that's all a part of growing up..being adults...wiping your tears and walking with a stride so smart and a smile so bright that the day has never been dark and dank at all!!...work is the only thing that keeps us alive...initially its a struggle to carry on working as if all is perfect..and then its a happy effort to keep work flowing well...Cheers to life love and living..but my dear cloud with a silver lining..please turn silver..and I guess all will be fine then!!

The cocoon cries

let me out, my soul is trapped

.

get me out, the happiness is wrapped.



Let me fly.



and I shall spread colours





of joy





your little butterfly