Canvas of your Mind

spanish spells of spiral rainbows,
ringing reels of never ending wheels,
streaming thoughts these and those,
a faint memory lingers up so close,
crashin', hoppin' and crossin' strange souls,
drawing loops around eleven blue moons,
isolating strands from a wizard's brown brooms,
this world we walk in a tunnel within a tunnel,
to a white light that coils into a top selling gospel,
euphoria, like blood rushing through star links,
monks walking walks, rebels of insane sanity,
cellular beings conversing cosmic ideas,
in this mindless, lunatic transmosphere,
whom we call almighty, i call cosmos,
painting his masterpiece, grandest of all,
overlapping hearts of belated despair,
and hormonal tricks of magic lust,
waking me up from half forgotten dreams,
why did the summer go so quickly?
was it something that i said?
lovers shoring along, the shores of your cavern,
like autumn turnin winter, images they unwind,
drifting past memories, in the canvas of your mind!!

Crisis

Tonight's a different tale. He turned his back behind blue blinds. He turned so hard like she were a grounded balloon, landed from the purest of space, like a feather swaying her tail one beat at a time. He turned towards a blackened tattoo, mesmerized by the sole beauty of a witch's broom. A chapter later, she turned too, but to walk away in fragility, I heard her whisper in a far away land. I let it be while the bloke watched her take one wobbly foot in the front the other on this midnight street and walk away. Another city faded into the night. The breeze sang its silent song, so shrill, so ghostly, so lonely. 

These are a retroholic's confessions. My imaginary friends live up well to their names, Imaginary. Knowledge, wisdom, money, smoke, civilization; breathe their own stench. My rucksack diary lays amidst cinders while secret pleasures seek their stairway. I have held on to you for a while now and I will for some time to come. I'm trying hard not to be the obvious and I win every game I play. They say change is for the good and if that's not a lie, I have gone on to become the best of now. We put on culture like an overcoat and these are but socially acceptable behavioral traits. What happens when the sun shines during the summer? Do we undo the coats we mask ourselves in? The nexus of universal being where you exist is the most immediate zone of one's universe and this is what one needs to be bothered about. I wouldn't call it egocentric because I wish it were. On this night sea journey, I have roved all my baggage away to be left with just my feet, disinherited many words of love, of pain and of rain; all in the speeding train. It has gotten quite random in my shoes; it itches me. I wont dwell upon it too much but I'll rove my way towards my field of vision; I call it my mystical dimension. Obscure, divine, strange, wild, orphic it is where the ship sails. 

Ouch!! Having paid you a visit, I've bought me some electronic ache which pleads me now to pull the brake. You're invited to my lectures on trivalized life, but if you show some patience. I move to the edge of the bed to say goodbye when lightning struck this misty valley. Humanity was given a chance to sculpt for the gods to watch in awe. They watch alright, but in a blind alleys. Evolution has gone wrong at some point in time and only if one were to take a step back and forth again, we'd breathe a localized cultivation. Sanity has gotten alien and by the day, I await a logic bomb to explode on this soil while I take a step towards a momentary hibernation. 

Swinish Dream

Before paper bills and money

We'd share all those beans,

Wild flowers too and honey

Not anymore but in lucid dreams

I'd strike a chord

One maybe two

But if you climb aboard

Many more, I'll show you too

With no baggage wish I were walkin'

Roads traveled and those not, havin' some fun

Sigh those bills!! no I ain't complainin'

Here on the eleventh floor, I'm just cleanin' my gun

Downed my whiskey, while the peeler swayed

I kissed goodbye to a beautiful flight

Lay rocking by the moonshade  

"Make that a double" I said, "its a cold one tonight"

Before paper bills and money

Cosmic harmony was the terrestrial theme

By the Clyde over tomorrow's journey

I'll Breathe My Swinish Dream!!

One Last Supper

the story goes alongside the rising dawn,

so much 'o flaked rice left unattended,

dances out o tune too, grazing just,

why blend in while one could stand out?

heartfelt days are many, for whose

drains we let our ears out not just from the rears,

satisfy my soul, my society has died a death,

few heroes letting go, new ones listenin', to winds,

strange, maybe of change,

intoxicated rush o senses, for one last supper,

we walk to the hazy blue ambiance,

where dames strip for survival, how graceful,

over time that one soulful has exposed,

my sacrifice, my little one, my smile,

i'll drown tonight to slumber,

maybe i'll visit your page again,

maybe we'll chase the speeding dawn again!!

en route...

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society, where none intrudes, 
By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 
I love not man the less, but Nature more, 
From these our interviews, in which I steal 
From all I may be, or have been before, 
To mingle with the Universe, and feel 
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal." 
-Lord Gordon Byron

"Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements,

like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless and lone is healing if you make it.

Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those slogans from preschool over to high school's groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you're happy in your head than solitude is blessed and lonely is okay" 
-Tanya Davis

Turning Tables

Over smiles gliding away towards the dim light,
smile I; but in random strangeness am I?
Rapid prototyping I mean every single quark,
that Oh my sweet sugar! I too have a mark,
from that rain that whispered to you and me,
whispered smiles, tears and fears;
Dreams many; good, bad and ugly,
Copper reflection on waters even,
Amidst viscous colloidal air we crawl,
we crawl, we wander with the ghost,
sculpting puddles of mud into shapes,
shapes we knew one too many, A ritual; 
a melodic romance, a trance; how spiritual!!
Dangling and lingering, on cozy clouds,
conversations lie hanigin', pretendin', being!!
Unharmed random rainlets, dropping,
screaming, loving, inspiring living,
masking inner selves, a little guilty,
a little blooded, my little beloved!!
underneath religious rain,
sculpting carbon dance under raining eagles,
wondered if I was turning tender tables!!

Bucket List

Drapes for windows anew, imitating neighbourhood too,

Furniture rearranged, pictures too; all in blue,

Watchin’, dreamin’ lucid at the porch, of you;

Lay hanging on by the leash, I wait to let go,

Like magic birthday candles reignite, reignite,

Thoughts raced of rats and Tremor Christ,

Dried tears shed tumbling down as I cried;

With every moment I lay, I lay inspired;

I’ll make my yellow bucket list,

This’ll also include in it some of Budapest,

I’ll head off maybe from Scarborough,

Go all the way to Bali with packs of Marlboro,

And maybe then, I’d have answered;

All those questions that have lingered,

And maybe then, I’d have lived,

All those rights and wrongs, greeted and treated,

I’ll travel alone but not lonely,

My feet, my only carriage, I’ll carry;

I’ll carry me home one night!!

The God Particle

Hurray!! they say they've found it,

what carries me home tonight,

so much conflict, as the curling snake curled,

biting venom into its own self,

but from the otherside!! All I taught her,

has been washed away, into tears and laughter,

So random, I laugh at me and my humor,

and the second followed, a buried chapter,

Afloat yet so deep under,
 fried and cooked,

wasted and dusted,
 Oh where is the blue broom?

My seven sisters, they need a sweep off the room,

Where did I sleep last night vexing?

Pickin' brown, broken leaves into my rucksack,

Packed I'm headed away,

yet again the sense of belongings fading away,

where the sun don't ever shine,

they say they've found it,

The God Particle!!

Sheep on Drugs

Grass has grown; green and wild, but
my carpet she needs a new haircut,
Oh shepherd;  unleash the flock within,
bring 'em in; bring 'em in,
Sheep on drugs, sniffing rugs!!

I passed by the red and yellow graffiti
once a week, thrice a month, and for eternity,
boredom was what lingered this air,
let's wear a cloak and sniff some coke; like,
Sheep on drugs, sniffing rugs!!

Home away from home, home so mobile,
haven't I a haven, pitching and hitching,
walking feet over blazed sun, towards six horizons,
heart you hold on, tattoos of blackened bugs,
Sheep on drugs, sniffing rugs!!

We seemed to be clicking pictures candid,
wonder when I'd hammer the troubled bridge?
I'll let her pass, and many too; not but once,
turking for a road, to calm my beats,
I'll chase 'em down,
Sheep on drugs, sniffing rugs!!

I'll chase 'em down, I'll chase 'em down!!
Sheep on drugs, sniffing rugs!!

The Karaoke Bar

And then they sang at the karaoke bar,
they had, him and her, mountains to climb,
rivers to cross and spaces to fill,
and they did so, in warmth, in love!!

And then they sang at the karaoke bar,
the man in black and white the lady wore,
royal trinkets chiming but in his eyes,
in such awe, i did dive in too!!

And then they sang at the karaoke bar,
while I'd caught a forever long cold,
sneezing and wheezing I stepped by,
and dived into their warmth, I smiled!!

And then they sang at the karaoke bar,
while I relived my song in unison; of love,
of tunes that moved my pretty smashed bird,
into my lost soul that flew like paper planes!!

And then they sang at the karaoke bar...!!

Blinding Lights

Sweet melons squashed under summer sun,
dances to tunes forgotten over laughs of liquor,
few dirty dances too; in mind; undone,
sweet emotions migrated towards distant poles,
laughs, messy kisses, angels and demons too
spilling over stepped greens,
fun is this, life is now, today I've lived!!
tonight wonder why in gloom I stare
at a starless blue sky
who refuses to sleep somehow,
remember how the ecstatic pill faded to silent silence?
I ask, if tomorrow will remain this tranquil;
or will these creeping pictures of lonesome duets
form a collage; a horrendous one,
random it is very;
but randomness owns me this now,
like how I've left many a starlight abrupt,
I'll leave this note too....undone!!

Memorabilia: My problem child

The neighborhood murmurs,
In revival of pages turned over,
Watching time tick by,
Singing my despicable song,
With well versed notes,
I type this personal parable,
Here around unseasoned souls,
Swayed by words that remind,
Me of dried kisses and promises,
"Well" she said,
I knew what she said,
Which she never did,
"You're too good for me", she cried;
Like golden chimes in my temple rang,
With deafening echoes; tinkling they sang,
And a lifetime later,
"Well" sighed I, "my problem child" smiled I;
I died inside that night, yes did I
Many came and then left;
Dancing in stance; scouring romance,
Amidst fire burnin through the night,
I hate to admit I too now have joined the dance!!
Well the sun still shines quite bright alright,
Its me within no more, although, in delight;
Hailing showers of sandstones,
In them I'm drenched,
But when I'd bleed all away,
I'll drench no more,
And if I've drenched all away,
I'll love no more!!

                                                  ---you've touched me again Ed---
                                         ---he's never been good at happy endings too---

Lonesome Lullaby!!

Its time for a supersonic scribble,
chemicals from the blue bolt act,
overloaded ideas on aviation,
unattended head trip seeking a yellow muse,
was that a bird of ill omen?
dry leaves in a roll here for the rescue,
a friendly couplet keeping my calm,
brushing away thoughts of solace,
here I lay burnin' the midnight oil,

there you walk; and in my mind too,
what do I do to get over you?
the Italian dame; she visits on a sensual sunday,
ought I treat her the swinger way?
well I'll be off for another holiday..
..someday, but for now anyway
I gotta debt that I'd wanna repay!!

this is tonight for me,
another stop at a random debris,
well think i'm done and now just be,
i'll sing myself a lonesome lullaby!!

Hypocrisy

And again my heart pounced
over skin cold; that pleaded singleness,
with hypocritical beats I bowed to,
to her highness; to her petite shrill,
a debut in partial denial; unpleasant,
as i withdrew with foul felony,
thoughts raced through judging ethics,
while simplicity sucked away the soul,
into a contagious six holed drain...

And I locked myself behind blue bars,
losing the wall I built with sweated palms,
danced did I over viscous black waters,
embracing the world's false desires,
smashed them pretty birds within their cage,
lost all sense of peace, I go hidden,
in awe of that ever pleasant voice;
I bow again; in silence I ask me
to plant me at her penthouse,
water me with her sour scents,
sing me her sweet lilting lullaby,
and embrace me into our little concord!!

Where did the wisdom lay that moment?
that moment when I tasted drops of sweat...
Why would I kill that clown in me?
that played tunes from a gleeful cassette...
When will I lose my two shadows?
that followed me even while I'd regret...

(a puff o' smoke and some silence)

And again my heart, it pounced!!

Brave New World

in the midst of stories untold; i dream

a life bright and blue; bonded by a glue

the seven sisters in proximity twinkle 

in an ever mysterious quest we untangle;

to crack the universal code; we dream

we set sail with the utopian map

but bottles of rum swayed us into a trap;

and sank did we into a hole so deep

losing directions we remain just with a weep

we set sail towards the sunset,

we set sail but just not yet!!

i stalk; and talk of the great man's walk

but i love flying lost every twelve o'clock

when i stare from the edge back at this park

i spot the map; it just is,

and when i ponder; that thought it bleeds!!

give me all your loving; yet you'll see no smile,

call me a coward; call me a liar

but baby my feet walk on red burnin' fire

they're wanting to sprint with a bang so very far

just how in grace spins our friend; the neutron star,

in love, in fears; in smiles, in tears;
we're losing hold,

away i'll walk someday;
away towards a brave new world!!

Thinkfinity

And at last, old ghosts have sublimed
out and away of the farthest vision
the wheel has found some forgotten memory
of exhausted love; and at his tears
I weep and with its mirth I'm merry!!
He and her in sync reach for the exit,
where dragons guard the fire temple
into the inmost shrine,
a calm comfortable wind blows with desire
days in figures; youth in rest,
the fire of hope and the poet's fire,
for the lover's and mother's breast,
into thoughts galore;
squeezing out of finite many more!!

Unleashing Graves!!

I don't remember anymore
those lusty roads we walked;
are now withered, brown n dry I reckon;
I didn't mean to bring you pain,
I tried my best to keep us sane,
flashes of those words spoken,
wake me up with a shrug every time it dawns,
I'd intend not a curse; not a curse,
nor digging buried skeletons down under,
I've heard you still remain with plastic;
babe, wake up to the rising fire;
I left you in good hands;
but you seem to sadden me this sunday;
where did that wisdom burn away?
I'd slaughter your soul;
I'd lay you down to bed;
I'd love you all once again;
but I've had an elevated change you'd feel,
you'd feel tumor were a birthday present,
I've missed you many a time,
I've looked down at you many a time,
I've showered you rain many a time,
and you've danced in it with such a rhyme,
walk now, you have your plastics
and I have mine; my petrified scars,
walk now, walk with or without me,
for I know you no more,
nor do I fancy no more,
knowing what I once knew,
loving what I once loved!!

Metamorphosis

why is it that you beat?
why is it that you love;
and live without a sleep?
chasing the fissure we run
to take that leap off the cliff;
before i run out of this spliff,
i'd wanna ask you why;
why is it that you cry?

you sprint like a stream
when i think of my dream
these words might stop in pain
but i believe it'll be in no vain
to surrender the vault worn and torn
and breathe; and breathe...
and be reborn!!

the hideous lonely emptiness
of existence; of nothingness;
and many a thought inspired
might lead a walk to the wild side
but the question haunts this day;
a question of courage;
a question of choice;
for a ticket to cosmic voice,
if i'd dare pick the red pill?

Ecstasy in Rupture!!

The sun shone but with many a flaw
lies have had me now into a moral outlaw
this gloomy day seldom i foresaw;
of the awe and angst of when i'd withdraw
and solve the ever puzzling jigsaw;
if only i had a proximate spa,
i'd go to the world all blah blah blah!!

Petroglyphed !!

they say there ain't no escape hatch; i disagree,
no more are you free; bounded by a decree,
eyes have witnessed an evolution that it scares me,
the free will to be; seems an unattended history,
today on this ground; mere consumers are we,
where did the buzzing bee flee?
towards the silent orchestra maybe,
if you were to chew on a green cynical berry,
to flex them grey nerves in a yellow striped taxi,
would you join the earthdance in a revolting spree?
or lay back, smoke a cigar and remain a memory?
a part of this unethical trend, i don't want to be,
a moral war has fallen upon thee;
yet i haven't a clue of what degree,
trade your self in to one psychedelic army,
this liquid soul seems like a floating frisbee,
waiting to break free; wanting to be a gypsy;
en route to time immemorial; i'll keep busy,
they say there ain't no escape hatch; i disagree...

Eleventh Floor

overhead wooden beads meander
like hangin' creepers upon the bed
from shadows of the dark; protecting,
while you no more breathe;
while you bequeath;
and those feathers drip down
drops of martial dreams;
filling senses with shredded lies;
and eyes with flakes of cries;
remain to be open eyed sighs...

so goodbye broken trees;
n' goodbye empty fields;
we lay our souls on these
seven legged hazy weeds;
life here at the eleventh floor
starts when stairs vanish at the tenth;
thoughts here at the cerebral store
forever from y'all linger at an arm's length!!

Bewildered Perceptions

As easy as ignorance creeps by our shadow,

that a look back would fly you right through,

and lets you ponder of thoughts;

of those thoughts about to follow,

to screen you else's world in view,

like times when I'd do soul-hiking;

carries back a sense of awe;

an awe of the character in the film;

and if you'd question n critique

a shiver ain't far after all!!

what i thought once lived its end,
never would it move on. would it?
brother oh!! we're the living smoke;
and the light from a lone burnin' wick,
i'd know this for only real if
i've in a whisper soul-hiked your terrain,
while i was on the pyschonautic campaign;
they'd have the big answer one day; but
them goodfellas read this wandering piece in daze,
only to shrug in bewildered perceptions!!

Silent Tourist

of hangin' creepers petrified
in the misty mountain top,
lay her silver oaks shoot up
who just wouldn't stop,
my feet take a vicarious walk
on roads with a violet water drop,
in hands held and souls shared;
wonder if I'd be any better off....

The Scream

the doings that I could undo haunt;
like that speeding train rushing into my face;
and a sweat enough to inject a shiver,
a scream enough to scare the scarecrow,
i scream scared;
scared of how the world spun;
in silence i scream!!

Walking on the Milky Way

that  hidden feeling that brings you an ounce o' joy
may lie in a hot cup of cocoa;
or when you least expect it to greet you ahoy
that'll shower sunshine over the lost gecko!!

building castles with just one hand;
by the black-lit stream underground;
I've fallen for your spell,
wondering if the lazy sun opened up;
on the new ordinary; singing in a puzzle
if I've fallen for you spell

can I bribe you a picture for your wall?
or should I stumble into a roman warrior?
do i have to make an effort at all?
for a splendid sunlight to glow over this voyeur!!

i was told i was the one with a magic wand
building overnight castles on the desert land,
but think i've fallen for your spell,
wonder if your game has a name;
oh sweet scented clove, oh my green eyed love,
i've fallen for your spell...

Weeping Silver Bells

hello darkness from the sun
i've been waiting for you to come
and steal my sleep away;
people sleeping on clouds o' dreams
around signs of neon lights glowin'
I lay awake by green tinted glass
with nerve flexing brew held within
spits over self arise from empty to galore
while dawn meets dusk;
while microphones were handed to dolls;
listenin' to them, I lay awake....

hello sunlight from the dark
I have seen you rise by the tide
shoulders anew, tears they remained;
illegal bubbles of joy rise in a dance
registering what i'm left with
some shafts of light;
sometimes some grace;
and few corners of space
tunes abrupt; sounds electric
still whistling in their sleep
while I count every jumpin' sheep,
at this ungodly hour, I lay......

 

lemon drops

held in palms stars; sweet n sour lemon drops,
juggling, flying, swimming and burning,
lie locked within that old crystalline cage
sweet n sour lemon drops; wear your wings
and fly to the stale skunked chamber
where spices lack flavor,
and tin models play silent trumpets,
to frozen dancing hypocrites...
time has ticked in subconscious vain
and words have flowed unheard, pictures unseen,
these eyes have gotten little inspired, a little tired,
to have witnessed the world that has misfired,
come flying oh sweet and sour lemon drops,
you'll know; you'll know....

knock knock..

Who'll know where the doors are?

Would you guide me till the end?

Would you lead me to a dead end?

cos I thought I saw what was a mirage

was nothing but an ugly entourage

where hawks and vultures scavenged

the dead; to witness; burial at the sea

to witness; ashes in the snow….

Will my music break the doors?

Will the lizard ever smile?

or will it burn away juvenile?

for I feel like the analogue guy

One hour behind the clock's alibi

Some sang love's the way to roll

so I loved; but lost all control

seemed like an addictive lust

like I choked within animated dust….

The doors!! could you walk your way to me?

think I'm on the other side

for the enchanted key; for the bride

I've painted static words in exchange...

else I'll lay in gloom beside the Stonehenge

I'll lend you my baby so you'll mourn when she's dead

and one day I'll see the sun shine yellow and red

and one day I'll unlock the doors…

the doors of perception!!

Society gates

They in dozens march with torched antennae

Towards a lost horizon they march; they march
Tumbling and fumbling they march; they march
March do they towards northern sunsets;
To break the society gates; they march their way….

And no one knew and no one cared

But in circles they marched since forever they dared
And no one were scared and no one were spared
As they marched to the heaven on golden stairs they laid

Somewhere there's a soldier sleepin' in the fields

Who lost his friends; who lost his foes
Whose dead souls ring his chimes and ring his rhymes
Them who pour an ounce of melancholy in our vows
Also squirt on our skin them broken chords many a times….

And never you retreat; our time will come
For we are the flood; we are the tremor
We'll hurt them stones and bend them bones
For they wont let us be; let us be
We'll blow them storms; suck their charms
For they have launched a sick parade
And lost their heart with a clumsy façade
We wont leave them no bubble to breathe
We'll go on n on marching without a sheath
Until we break them; the society gates….

Thieves of Silence

with flowers for the moonlight
the fright she bid goodbye
stars and leonids sparkled the night
like a wino in the midst with acquired dreams
I audit this blinky blue eyed sunrise
the two little satellites melted away
musical notes insured by a common man
harvested by the embraceable grim reaper
in this bizarre love pentangle
they arrive with their swarm of locusts
the thieves of silence!!



                                                                ...damn eddie...