Some Poems from the dark

read slowly

I

slowly

very slowly

left myself

and there was empty space

millions of dots to form the void

and I was not -

light - red and bright

I climbed

high

over and above

there was love

woven with blue

the green was not true

and it blew

the soft

slowly away

back into the heavy clay

the scarecrow

The eagle ate my eyes,

I did not bleed, I felt the pains

seeing my friends going for war,

I stayed in my field

neither feeling the cold nor the heat.

The hat was a robin’s hood

the dress I wore was in regress

and in shame showed both my legs

spread apart and planted in the soil;

I had to scare the crows

but instead they nestled in my soul.

insane

while the bluebird sang my song

with the beat of falling leaves

and raindrops into puddles grow

tune the inner mind to say -

            I do not want to live again

across the miles it travels fast

changing the colour and sound

apart from blood and blood

it lives on what comes from the ground -

            I do not want to be burnt again

praise the healer of the dead

who sings the nightmare on a tree

withers white to life beyond

when the sun sets deep in the sea -

            I will never be dead again

another day

to pour hails of blessings

when you have not

to feel old when you’re young

and the rain falling

puts you down

to feel hurt and burnt

when your brother suffers the pain

to walk through puddles

and see reflecting there

visions unknown -

to feel afraid

when light makes shadow or shade

to go on and on

the rain washing you

unchanged you walk on

with the spirit of the day

immortal isle

blossoms that filled the eye

masked the turkish curves that veiled

reality from the horror movies

of an egyptian-nile flooded and loved

with phoebus stroking my delights

pitted in stones of cold ice

ophidians crawling around the tighs

of featured feaces frozen roses brown

till the placeless plaque melted

and fell ill on the door-step

of my nowhere immortal isle

raindrops...in july

hail beautiful fresh raindrops

come down and clean

the dirty dusty streets

of this scourged island

            and as the raindrops fall

            my sad heart crawls

            towards the grey skies

            and happiness shines

            and lightens my spirits

hail golden raindrops

sweep away the long summers

help us travel in idle slumbers

and filter the cool clear air

from all that has been said

by all those heated heads

strangely enough it rained today

anything can happen on any day

bewitched by the system

converted by time

we were squeezed to believe

that all is well and planned

to remain as it has always been

till today when raindrops

fell to freshen the july crops

           

while the farmer smoked a pipe

in the solitude of his mind