Posts Tagged ‘night’

Every twig, every leaf 
Shall rise from the Dead;
Even Destiny shall only behold.
Death shall have no word over Life-
Heaven shall only be a tree,
A twig, a leaf.
Words shall resurrect Words
Of yore ‘n nigh.
Night shall reunite with the Night
And Life shall have the final Word.

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Elven folks might know
That nights don’t always
End like this.

Forever and Ever
Winding like a stairwell
Straight from infinity
And yon.

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Dedicated to Joonie (Joon), my lovely cat-friend, My White Knight. 

Under another sky

Where crabs fly

And dreams take no wings

I’ll come rolling

On to the meadow

To find you strolling

On a lazy every-day-afternoon.

Fishes and feathers everywhere

For you to play and fight with.

They, who were waiting

For their brother,

From a faraway Night.

You closed your eyes on me

As the pains embraced you.

I embraced your dying body,

Listened to your last heartbeats,

As I poured the last drops of water

You’ll ever have,

A drop of crystalline universe,

In your eyes, formed.

And then the warmth left you;

Your body, a numb monument

Of our memories together.

As I handed you over

To the Other World,

I let myself fall

And rise again.

I thought words were all that I had

But you taught me they were not enough

To bid you goodbye.

– In Memory of My White Knight. 

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06-001z

It was fifty-four past six.
Summer has gone to sleep
But its heat is still resting peacefully on the busy roads
And on concrete monuments with no history.
Birds become sailors, fighting against the mighty pirates of the sky:
Wind.
The lonely woman paced on the terrace,
Looking for the stars
In a sky that was all grey-black and blue-grey.
The techno-jazz beats of the human-made chariots,
The honking and the roars.
Five kittens and she, they paced the roof.
Will it rain: the coconut palms might know
Since they swayed omnisciently
Even as the heat permeated the air.
Wayside chefs sweated for their salaries
While the glorified proofreaders lazily slept
Owing to the lack of papers to flip.
Hawkers and vendors raised their voices:
Tamil, Malayalam or Hindi?
The kittens probably didn’t know any of these.
The blue deepened; the wind picked up its pace.
Is there a match tomorrow?
Her eyes met another late-terrace-pacer’s
And they both walked off to their cocoons,
Away from humanity,
Away from the cognizant eyes.

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Deep in my heart, there’s a gash which bleeds wine
When in the arms of the lusty Night, my most clementine suitor.

Erebus decked herself in all glory for the night of our Union
And I was dressed in her darkness, and she in mine.

Fair, he was, my sweet, enamoured groom;
In my Elysium, he dizzied himself.

As Passion reigned the thrones of our battle,
I rose above his soul and dipped.

Dipped, my ferocious talons, into his soul;
Tore apart heavens and seas.

Night, you were conquered by me.

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