Poem : Spiders at Night

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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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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

Poem : Ancestry

I am born by leeches chest

I am boned by the spiders

I am skinned by the cockroaches

I am weathered by the lizards

I am hardened by the crabs

I am teethed by the scorpions

I am tripped by the hoppers

I am a tentacled species

Bloom by brittle history

Braid in buoyant Bridges

Poem : A Journey to Calicut

It is the land of calico

The raw cotton livelihood

The rustic life of livid lines

A vestige of its heritage

I found in crystal lights

Merchants have a lineage

Mermaids have a lineage

Misery has a lineage

I wonder if I have a lineage

I am foiled in this city

I am coiled in this city

I saw pathways of a sweet street

I saw parallels in this sweet street

I saw history paddling in this street

Less of beggars, lots of labourers

Light of limelights, light of lifeless

New calico is on the verge of a merge

New calico is mushrooming malls

New calico is mincing minions

I am leaving the city to come again

I need cottons of my coinage

I need cottons for my coinage

I need cottons with my coinage

I am sure it’s a cotton candy city !!!


					

Poem : Search

I was in search of a room sans mirrors

I was in search of a hideous hideout

I was on a dumping yard of yokes

I was in a frenzy fissure of faces

Mirrors, myriad of mirrors

Faces, fuming focal faces

Queries, queuing queries

Indexes, incessant indexes

Vexes, vestigial vexes

I primed upon myself

A luminal locus of life

Poem : A Tribute to Myself

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I heap onto myself

I never thought I will pin again

I myself on to this pointless wall

I have a primal earth beneath

I have a pristine water beyond

I have a poetic facade ever

I have a prison of poison eternal

I am burning a man unto its toes

I am bruising veins of my earth

I am drifting in time, adrift, abreast

I am onto a lipid profile of myself

I am not countable, a null and void noun !