.....And

The Enchantress raised her head and looked above .
The stars blushed and the skies parted.
Her ocean of sanity shattered discrimination
And gradually touched my mortal flesh
With a poignant sensuality.
I was scared,
I was awed,
I was awaken.
Her saliva melted all of
My preconceived notions of desire and longing.
Her caress erased off
Every strand of suffocation.
And what did I do?
I did not wait for my senses to make a
Dull comeback.
Ever.

29th August 2009

1:22 AM

.... Poesy.....

The quest

Listen to me.

Listen to yourself.

Listen to everything and nothing.

Then if you wish to go away,

You may.

You would wish to go away

You wouldn’t want to go away.

Stay?

Go away?

Stay?

And thus begins the intricate duel.

Whoever wins,

We both lose.

Don’t stay.

Don’t go.

Take a walk inside me

While I try fathoming the

Obscure depths of your

Fine tuned heart.

Don’t go away.

Don’t stay.

18^th July 09

4:20 AM

Calcutta

sumthin' random yet again!....!(under POESY)

The Summoning

….And then there was rain

While we kissed like hungry urchins.

Discarding all espionages of our doubts,

Bathing in a bucket full of desire,

Ripping apart the intricate barbwires of ‘what if’s.

There was no wave of solitude

Or a tear of loneliness.

The saliva dried up just like a waterless bulk of sand.

Reflections of togetherness were created.

Pages were written in bold amorous texts.

Then you looked up

While it rained as it should.

Hands clutched together…..

I saw a rain your eye!

more POESY more random stuff.....

The Summoning

….And then there was rain

While we kissed like hungry urchins.

Discarding all espionages of our doubts,

Bathing in a bucket full of desire,

Ripping apart the intricate barbwires of ‘what if’s.

There was no wave of solitude

Or a tear of loneliness.

The saliva dried up just like a waterless bulk of sand.

Reflections of togetherness were created.

Pages were written in bold amorous texts.

Then you looked up

While it rained as it should.

Hands clutched together…..

I saw a rain in your eye!

16^th July 09

22:40 Hours

Randomness: Crying for a tear...

"What have I become? my sweetest friend/everyone I know/goes away in the end/you could have it all/my empire of dirt/I will let you down/I will make you hurt"
Hurt
Johnny Cash.

Tonight I craved for a drop of tear. I FELT like a stupid packaged commodity that has no emotions. Cannot cry,think,laugh or smile. I fear that I would not be able to cry when all but me is left alone on the beach of desolation.But WHY??? I gave all my tears to you, Do you remember?
8th Nov 2008
2:25 AM
Calcutta.

Poesy!!!

The Serpent
Slither like a snake,On your back.

Hiss your fears away,

Pour affectionate venom On your lips

And then die Die.

If you say…

And you have always

Charmed me with your tongue

Did you not know that I love you?

‘Love You’?

Don’t know the right words

So that will have to do for now

I am just a serpent,

What else can I do!?
1:20 AM 20th May 2008 Calcutta.

Conversations
Receive.
Perceive.
Realize.
Re-realize.
The words copulate uncannily
With each other.
This gives birth to you and me.
The renewed me and you.
Dreams are made.
Reality shatters.
The world sleeps.
Stars cry.
Words still copulate.
Reproduction?
Recreation?
Re\destruction/?
I don’t know.
Neither do you.
Even the words do not know.
They just copulate!
1:28 AM, 21st September 21, 2008-Calcutta.

Letter
Soul-searching through ink and paper.
Soul-revaluating through ink and paper.
Soul-absorbing through ink and paper.
Produce.
Dispose.
Produce again.
Produce thousands of non similar shadows.
Then choose perfection and let it fly.
It grows old soon.
Did it reach on time?
To the right person?
To the right ‘you’?
Soon they gather dust.
Metamorphoses into little paper boats
Or insignificant paper bags.
Memory weeps in a darkened corner
Flowers are all wilted.
And you?
You try creating another one
With your now feeble hands.

1: 53 AM 21st September 2008-Calcutta.

Dissolved 3

11:00 PM Now

Another hour and I bid farewell to yet another year and become older by another year. Is this a process that never ends? Should you be stagnant with your childhood and soak in salvation or do you proceed into the room full of responsibilities that age offers you? I really don’t know. I guess no one does.

12:30 AM Later Now

Yay! Happy Birthday to me!! ‘She’ called up and wished…She’s now looking for another guy…Hah! Three plus years weren’t perfect? Great! Why? No answer? Screw it..(wish I could man. wish I could..)

2:00 AM Some where in time

Today was world music day. This is to celebrate the phenomenal power that music provides us with. I mean it sure has helped me face misery in an epoch of distrust and insanity. Whatever, had two days that can be best termed as unsatisfying and pathetic. I again had that vision about my unicorns, Purple candy, Green butterflies, Candy rainbows and as usual Shiuli standing among them. This vision is addictive and I love it. I guess this is how LSD feels man.

S-H-U-L-I……………………I wrote in my diary. I tried out several fonts to write this humble yet amazingly special moniker. Love? Obsession? Crush? All three I guess! LOC!!