IN CELEBRATION OF LIFE

Drink…dance…live,
Drink…with the thump of joy,
Drink…through the sirens of the night,
Drink…in the hour of despair,
Drink…at times of adieu,
Drink…for the vagaries of the seasons,
Drink…from the pot of love,
Drink…from the deadly pangs,
Drink…from the crust of the sky,
Drink…to the shudders of earth,
Drink…to the life of friends,
Drink…to the rhythm of the oars,
Drink…to the tribal jamboree,
Drink…when everything else is lost,
Drink…when all else is gained,
Drink…when bound by a promise,
Drink…to the last drop,
Drink…to the last glorious drop.

SEASONS

The pale, scrawny body 

Is a fuselage of thread and bones.

Her departure
Is a fatal blow.
The veins devoid of the spunk,
Strength of the limbs consumed,
The loins barbed
And sucked to the last trace of stamina.
But the arteries
Still burn
To the possessions of secret nights.

Seasons pass;
The leaves
Change the color of the forest;
And the body
Bleeds in the deserted garage.

Cocooned
In the frost of the last kiss,
I resign.

The Devil's Whisper

He spread the fields of his life

to be furrowed

by the plows of time.

The atrocious truths
turn toxic!

Famine passed by,

left a groove.
The days of humiliation passed by,

left a groove.
Grief passed by,

left a groove.
- Fossilized centipedes

imprinted

on the wide forehead.

The hollow depression

of the eyes, casts a dark shadow

on the sunken cheeks.
The sunburnt skin

knitted

around the grim, taut mouth

conceals an epic

behind the imposed silence.

He lingers

to trace an echo

of the devil’s whisper.

THE NOOSE

Fire. A blazing tornado.
Full of zest, full of passion
And a boundless enthusiasm for life.

But to the lethal pangs
Of the journey’s careless blunders,
The chrysalis gives away,
The pupa rots.
With every passing moment,
Hope fades
And smile withers,
Until the breath surrenders
To the noose.

SONGBIRD

I whistle
Even with a worm in my beak;
For happy is the season,
Clear is the sky,
And for me, my beloved
Is waiting in the peach orchard.

I whistle
As I maneuver
Through the warm, summer breeze,
Reaching heights
Where pride and joy
Stand tallest.

I whistle,
And a predator glides by
With fury in its eyes,
With hunger as its instinct.
Survival is the source of its gumption;
The elation of music, the source of mine.

I am a mighty, young fellow
On my wings,
And I never stop whistling.

VIBGYOR

The Amaranthine bait – the violets,
Blackens, shudders and pours – the indigo skies,
Reflects on a joyous teardrop – the blue moods,
Tale of two, jealous shoots – the green palette of nature,
The shadow of divinity – the yellow sediments of a corona,
Tangs of a citrus feast – the orange integuments,
Rush of canine fury – the bloodhound chase of hunger.

Breaking into the Slence

 

The dark halls of the museum
are filled with a strange silence.
Fear spins
around the huge pillars
like some forbidden creepers.
 

With the onset of the storm,
a pungent smell of fresh paint
exudes from the damp walls.
A thunderbolt
strikes from the darkest moods 

of the hanging clouds,
and the orchestra in the sky 

sounds like the music of Renaissance. 

 

Fumed by the oeuvres,

the trembling ghosts
escape and evaporate
into the underlying crystalline lights
 

A Delacroix, or a Goya, or a Van Gogh
winces at the splatter of the downpour.

Colored tales

I flow like an essence
In the erupting fluids of a volcano,
In the nonchalance of an embedded ruby,
In a gazelle’s agony inflicted by the hyenas’ pangs,
In the succulent stigma of a hibiscus,
In a flamingo’s plumage,
In the blooming saffron fields,
In the violence of the evening sky.

And this day, and this very moment,
I reawaken in a new form.
I shine lustrously, 

Like a secret invitation - on Madame Bovary’s lips,
A color as engrossing, full, teasing and magnetic,
And I enthrall the audience.
I am the seduction.

TOGETHERNESS

Every single day he lived with her,

Every single mile he walked with her,

Every experience he shared with her,

Every emotion, every single touch,

Every joy, every sorrow, every season,

His presence, his absence,

His attention for her, his anger, his silence,

The way their lives weaved into each other,

The way their voices sang an elated tune,

The way he fulfilled her deepest desires,

The way he nibbled at and whispered into her ears,

The way he looked at her,

The way he held her hand,

The way he made love to her,

The way he made her discover the woman in her.

Every smile

He brought was an echo

Left by a sweet memory,

Every joy

She expressed was a reflection

Left by eternal involvement.

It was life, in its fullest vibrancy,

Lived together till death did them apart.