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Poem : Poles and Zeros

10 Wednesday Oct 2018

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I belong to a weather

I being a zero sum game

I being a climate of refuge

I being a filth of five elements

I being a mirth of miseries

I being a residue and a vestige

I being a myth and monologue

I belong to a withering weather

I belong to a nascent noise

I belong to a nought of noise

I belong to poles and zeros

I belong to a burning death

I belong to a frozen worm

I belong to a sentient solenoid

I , I, I, being a belonging is a burned bloom


					


	





	

								
Poem : Woodlands
										

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I really don’t want to write this time


I really don’t want to write this out


I really don’t want to wreak this time


I really don’t want to weave it inside


It’s so dry, dreary, dreamy, dithering spell


I am hauled and mauled by inertia


Inertia is never a frame of reference


In my moments of chaos and clusters


In my figs and twigs and fractal palms


It’s frozen fatigue and fiddle of fetish


Its flummoxed foils and ferment voices


It’s brittle core and molten saliva


Bay at hay, bruising bones


A little haste and a little maze


Wood lands, withering shades of walking wisdom, wood lands, winning over time !!

					


	





	

								
Poem : Solenoids
										

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I know tears can be written


I know palindromes exist


I know alphabets are stubborn


I know words are turbulent


I know waves can be erased


I know epics can be foiled


I know ellipsis can be noiseless


I know silence can be spellbound


I know footsteps can be leaderless


I know parody can be rhythmic


I know tragedy can be episodic


I know echoes can be solenoids


I know saliva can be colloidal


I know larvae is a liquid self


I know lava is a molten self


I know skin is withering self


I know shades are stymied self


I know tears are written in neural lines


I know they viper whispers


I know tears can be unwritten


Errors, Errors, Episodic Errors


Ellipsis, Ecilipse of Ellipsis


I shall remain knowing


Until the last solenoid coils


Unto the last of the equinox


 


 


 

					


	





	

								
Poem : Conjugal Games
										

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Expressions


Marked on a winter


Masked on a wrinkle


Whisper


Mirroring in a breath


Minted on a ferment


Gaze


Augured at a beam


Anchored above debris


Impulse


Fringed on a filament


Foiled on a gauge


It’s motionless


It’s a frozen face


It’s a rabid phase


It’s a chiseled wedge


Arcane intents


Archived pellets


Mix and Match


On and on, off and off

					


	





	

								
Poem : Spiders at Night
										

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			Aug 2018
		

	
	

		

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Night is a web


Night is a wild web


Night is a wild wild web


Night is for owls


Night is for ominous owls


Night is for occult


Night is for optical occults


Spiders web wild at night


Spiders prey wild at night


Spiders web by lunar light


Spiders web by locus left


Spiders web by rags right


Spiders know truth by tryst


Spiders soul stich stellar signs


Spiders sketch sulking sights


Spiders seek simmering states


Night by Night


Spider by Spider


Truth unfolds in Tandem


Taxonomies of Turbulence


Night is a Wobbling Web

					


	





	

								
Poem : Water
										

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Thrift


Water is a volume


Water is a wafer


Water is a layer


Water is a warp


Drift


Water is a velocity


Water is a viscosity


Water is a colloid


Water is a crystal


Swift


Water is a sea


Water is a wave


Water is a wind


Water is a mirror


Mist


Water is an occult


Water is a bless


Water is a bliss


Water is a beam


Thirst


Water is a tunnel


Water is a funnel


Water is a furnace


Water is a vapour


Formless


Fathomless


Futureless


Fineless


Water Worms


Wander Wayward


Water Walls


Wobble and Whisper


Water Wickedness


Wiggled in


Wiggled out


 


 


 


 

					


	





	

								
Poem : Erasure
										

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This will be a blank slate


This won’t be a blank verse


This will be a boiler plate


This won’t be a benign meet


It’s an impending erasure


It’s an immeasurable echo


It’s the sound edges of a muse


It’s the brutal wedge of a shell


It’s the brittle mask of a skull


Lesser Life


It’s about a lesser life


A lesser messier life


A liquid larvae of life


A lipid lava of life


You will come back


You will surely come back


You will surely leaf back


You will visit this foil


You will visit this foliage


You will vermin this forest


You will visit this forest fist


This will be lesser life then


This will be an easier life then


This will be a brave life when


You and I laugh at this moment


A life less, blessed


A life chess, crossed


It’s mostly a binary


Bleak white scars


Blank dark scares


Binary choices


Stark contrasts


Edible letters


Etched lips


Echo lumens


Ethereal ellipsis


Apertures


I am at shore


Perhaps I was shored


An insane mundane shore


A humane meagre shore


A measure of my erasure


Abundance of evidence


Acclimation of apertures


Apertures void, lumen horrid


Agony avid,


Divided I matters


Devoid of meters


Deceptive metrics


Delighted methods


Decipher madness


Demeanour I ensue


Dialogues of mirrors


Dancing in cascades


A great greater glance


A glance of globular gyroscope


Gyroscope

					


	





	

								
Poem : Whirlwinds
										

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			Thursday
			Aug 2018
		

	
	

		

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I have had choices


Binary rationals


Canary dreams


Chiral coins


Coral chimes


I have had regrets


Boiling beams


Blistering veins


Benign baggages


Berserk bondages


I have high hopes


Humid rains


Hight of chaos


Hamlets of happiness


Hermits of heaps


I parse my poems


I mint my money


I lump my swamps


I leech my swarms


I end up in an irrational plot


Surrounded by my summer


Sulked by my shard of skins


I buy more time to tune in


A winter full of whirlwinds

					


	






	

								
Poem : Attic
										

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A little attic


A little silent


Corner of my eyes


Farther from my home


Further off my heart


Fused to my footsteps


Is weary and smeary


I am bound by its ladders


It’s turbulence


Is not it’s people


It’s upper top


Is hoisting my self


Left right of it’s centre


Never ever I thought


Never ever I felt


Turbulence in the walls


Tremors in the concrete


It’s so pale, pillars never seen


Inn, a sober inn


Is around this attic


Inside a pile of buildings


Brought up in haste


Brewing up smoky lives


Bruising itself in this course


Bragging time and again


Feeling so feverish


I crawl up the ladders


Leading to a larking future


Coiling left right and centre