In two minds

Sans any effort
This poem appeared now
Happy and yet piqued.

A nobody

In another world
No Kamban no Valmiki
Rama was just king

Indolence

Lazy autumn sun
stretches idly on the grass
resigned to his fate.

Image courtesy : Lazy Sun Set Photograph - Lazy Sun Set Fine Art Print - D Steven Brito

Secret

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Sword toot naming naming terse let more fort sand tile thence hunt
From letters to words, words to meaning, meaning to truth. And then ...

Goddess of filth

In the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun

you stifle Me

with your words.

your 'Hosannas',

your 'Subanhallahs',

your 'Namo Namahas',

your 'Wahe Gurus'

They all wilt and fall,

decaying at My feet like

rose petals from your ostentatious garland.

Then,

in the night,

when the owls cry and jackals roam

My Poet Priest comes to Me.

He sweeps your soulless words and scentless flowers aside

He sings a song of profanity.

And My lamp is lit in the darkness.

The Sun and the Moon

The poet sat with eyes closed
his penance spanning
a thousand days of the golden sun
and a thousand nights of the ambrosial moon

The Goddess appeared!

The light of a thousand seers
condensed into an iota of a spark
glowing in the dark furrow
between his termulous eyelids

With his sealed lips
stilled breath
unwavering thought
worldess silence

He asked
'Whence cometh wisdom?
Wherefore is there love?'

With her sonorous music
ornate tones
multitudinous songs
endless tales

She replied...

'The Sun
is the cloud of wisdom.
At night,
he hides in the thoughts of the masses
and sucks silence from their ignorant dreams.
When at dawn, my clarion calls
he rains forth golden rays of truth.

Thence cometh wisdom.

The Moon
is the cloud of love.
In day,
she hides in the hearts of the poets
and sucks tears from their woeful souls.
When at dusk, I enter my garden
she showers silver nectar of love.

Therefore there is love.'

And the poet opened his eyes
and he saw the sun
and he saw the moon
and he saw them entwined in lust
and he closed his eyes in bliss.

Comment tu me trouves?

Oh toi poète détourné,

Toi escrocs des mots

Toi pollueur de sens

Comment tu a perverti mon esprit

avec tes idées...tes imaginations... tes images...

Comment ta seule encre bleue tache la vie avec couleurs infinie

Comment tes pensées coulent dans mes nerfs comme sang

Me voir!

Je suis perdu entre la naissance du mot et la mort du sens

Je ne me souviens pas la vérité d'hier

Je ne sais pas le mensonge que je vais créer demain

Je ne suis pas content

Je ne suis pas triste

Je peux seulement saigner