Tuesday, August 18, 2009


Three candles are lit with a spark

Each one does fade away the dark.

Each one shows us the way

Each one turning dark nights into day.

The first one gave me a smile

She said, "I’m going out in a while."

I say, "when you die where do you go?"

She said, "I’m going to fall with the snow."

The next one looked into me

She said, "where do you wanna be?"

I said, "I wanna fall with the snow.

But where do you wanna go?"

She said, "I’m gonna fly like a dove,

Through this world to search for my love."

Last one dances while dies.

She says, "when the turn comes you will fly."

I say, "what if I fly the wrong way?

I’ll need you to turn night into day."

She said, "I'm gonna shine with the stars,

So Ill always be where you are."

We’re joined with the soul of the world

Found in every boy and every girl

Ever tree, every sea, every hill

And in all of the men we kill.

Every bud, every bug, every stream

In all of the sins we redeem

Its in all of the songs we sing

Its found in everything.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Gypsy Heart

Sinful simple sins :
(in) countless cluttered cobwebs

Laboured loathsome lies :
(are) raging riveting riots

Barren banal broken :
(is the) hoping harboured heart

Spirited solid semblance :
(has) jolted jaunty joy

Uncouth unreal unsteady :
garish gradient (of the) ground

Pricking patient pain :
inverts insipid insanity

Dreamy delightful doubts :
teases tangible trance

Love livid life :
alive acrid aspirations

Faint facsimile fantasy :
weary wanton wonders

Ornately operated organ :
throbs torments tarnishes

(Yet) Pride pretty praises
nonchalantly nudges 'nhappiness

Mimicking madness mind :
(like) generous goblets grin

Wandering wilted when :
(commits) sinful simple sins

(image courtesy Jatin Gandhi)

Saturday, August 15, 2009


This circle bleeds without an edge
As sanity deprived of thought
These fingers grasp a shifting ledge
Of ice
Of melting frost
Of one blank page without a plot

This drifting orb of silence dwells
As a finger brushed ‘cross lips
Froth of enmity laps darkened swells
Of lies
Of broken truths
The blank page folds and rips

These nails of darkened earth reside
Blind as mountains’ sight that’s felt
Resigned that autumn’s leaves confide
Of loss
Of memory thawed
This page lies smote by snow’s first melt

Creaking leather aches, recalls
Bones of dusty corpse of earth
In shrouded cloud, a roiling pall
Of love
Of burning love
The page there smolders in broken hearth

When read again, one line remains
A line, no thought, and only pain.