The Silent Breeze

Be quiet for a while. Listen.

Category: Poetry

In

Honey in nectar

Tulips in beauty

In the inside

 —

Magma in fury

Fury in nature

Concentric trick

 —

Existence in a dot

The dot on a black sea

Black sea in an ocean

 —

Breathing in existence

Existing in a second

A second in Time

 —

Mortality in reality

The reality in imagination

The imagination in the truth

 —

The truth in nothing

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The Oddity

While the waste-paper basket sits on the ground and sleeps

A good long sleep

 It gets wrapped in wasteful material

Amidst an air-conditioned environment

And a clean uniform rug

On which stand clean cubicles

Educated people and comfortable chairs

Intelligent computer screens

And a consistent ticking of the clock

 —

Such a pristinely organized aura

Man-made but does that matter?

Hidden in the dark corner meanwhile

Is the sleeping waste-paper basket

Unwanted by-products

Away from the line of vision

Convenient

Dump

And look away

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Disgrace

In a man-made oasis

Cere Bellum

Soaked in thought
Wrapped by the waxy cranium
One beautiful existence
Existing in the mind

Bella
Ballerina
Brain
Beautiful ballet
In my mind
Lonesome and beatific

Immediate Salvation

Send me on a trip
Across the hallway
Floored by marble
Four walls
Decreasing empty space
Decreasing increased
Somehow thrust
Onto the balcony
Gulps of oxygen
Solace

The Escapist

Breathing
In a bottle
Unopened
Choked
Liquid interior
Vacuum exterior
Where
Do you escape?

Try

Life

A momentary illusion

Murky delusion

Cocoon of thoughts

Opaque to the joy

Visible yet invisible

All around everywhere

Busy life

Blinding

Try… Fly

Far from the cocoon

Into the pool of joy

All around

Try… Open

Your beautiful mind

Point Of No Return

Linger
In the gaps
Between the cobwebs
In the dark long hallway
Light… Non-existent
A hand beckons

But it is dark…

Carbonated

The flimsy cup

Holds the dark liquid

Holds it

Firm

Tight

Disciplined… Even then…

The liquid beckons

The external darkness

Ignored

By the lusting mouth

The momentary sinful union

Refreshing yet dark

Invigorating yet poisoned

The inviting skin

Hiding the negative

Society and its men

Reflections

Of the carbonated desire

Telephonetics

Emotive

Boisterous sounds

Varied levels of pitch

Coloured and random

Jostle out like stampeding bulls

Restless chaos

In the tiny holes

And the long-winded tunnels

In an effort to meet the ear

 —

A pilgrimage

Lasting a few nanoseconds

In an effort to create

A structured tsunami

Flooding into the listener

The listener responds

Words with words

Emoting emotions

Deformed and reformed syllables

Hurtling down the dark tunnels

Reaching

The other end of the spectrum

Two sources

Two destinations

Two producers

Two consumers

Two beings

Two

Those Meeting Rooms

Those meeting rooms

Devour suits and shining shoes

The suits sit

The shoes stare

The nib of the pen

Twinkles for a second

Winks smartly

Kisses the white pad

Sensuously

Smoothly

Ravenously

Oozing out the oily ink

On the bare skin

Of the white pad

The new lights

Motion-sensor

Ignoring emotions

Saving energy

Stoic witnesses

On the clean ceiling

The table at the center

Curved at the sides

Two dimensional obesity

Hands rest

Cufflinks peek

While minds analyze

In branded clothes

 —

The sudden ugliness

The occasional yawn

Operatic

Magnificent

Momentary

Drowning disdainfully

The meeting itself

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