thoughts… mostly in poetic verse !

Patient Virtue

Starring smoke and chaos rounds
Amongst the wandering ones that fly
I try a different path for time
It’s closing upon another sky

We move along a baited lane
With promise of some sliding trains
Gathering clouds seem to create some moss
The grey blinds wink with their youngest monk

A snail we learnt has evolved from then
With hunched over dreams inside itself
A pace like linger and storm’s ahead
The eyes kept gazing at itself

In mind and manner
In wonder and laze
In most parts broken
In a pieced up daze
In lipstick and perfume
In strapless one pieces
In blue diamond crystals
She swayed his way

Into a trance and foreign waters
The night slipped on forward
Like a dawn of vamps in apocalypse
The ground lit up in its reflection

To reach and ponder at a walking den
Was habit or not she knew his word
A choice in mind brought back a smile
Today’s patience is tomorrow’s child



Sunburn Memory

They woke from their dream
Realising it’s not
Both facing each other
Eyes wide in thought

He knew
She knew
This was the last look
They’d give each other
For the times they could

Undressed they were
For it felt they were safe
The glitter had gone
Into roots of each day

A fire of sorts
She carried for him
Like the path he walked
In search of her dream

Endless the thread
Of thoughts he chained
The same wandering
She left to the streams

Bags ready and down
One last embrace left
This summer had begun
On a heated pretence

Crossed Paths

Amongst all imposes I strife away
Resemblance of complex is simple clay
In an appearance we see a sense
Apart from self in one pretence

Resign in form of a higher grain
Intense is love or is it pain
Coherent in applause and apathy
It’s claim on me is new destiny

Under the rain is a seek upon
Hammered a head is wonder down
Crazy maybe you see my song
Don’t think of my head in Babylon

Tender a line of thoughts we sway
Grains of dew keep falling today
Seamless in breaks I find my ice
Poison for self is under my strife

Wonder and amaze keep singing on
Weeping my guitar I strum along
Amazement we seek to loose our few
Pretense comes out when you see me then

Go find yourself maybe I won’t say
I’m mine to me and not your way
Forgetting is easy.. is it now?
We all will go on paths of blunder down

The music ended from me today
Maybe it will, return it’s sway
Why is it, we seek we seek
An answer, only from the meek

In guts and glory and might and thought
Lost are some lands of bridges sought
To burn them down maybe easy
It’s now or never or when paths cross over

To shine away into a cosmic wind
And leave a grace of wonder and filth
It’s compassion maybe but I’ll just pass
The deserved ones get what others might not

~ hayed

Rays of Might, Gaze of Gratitude

I chose to see from their perspective
In glances of wonder and some surprise
Reading a memory it started down
The grandfather’s clock started its round about
Come come said one I’ll take you there
Reluctantly I said maybe someday
No no today is as good as can be
I smiled maybe it’s a different night
In time and glimpses they looked so strange
Maybe it’s closer to run away
I see I see that’s how you are
They asked me if I was a little sane
Yes was easy, but I chose no
To what pleasure did I owe the wonder
The glances grew blind and closer to day
I saw another walk away again
Maybe I’m sure of uncertainty
Surely I’m confused of conformity
When roots go down for good of one
The others latch on in garden songs
Forgive forgive no means to stay
In your wonderland I’ll pause but at your space
Its eyes that talk more than everything. Not
It’s the ways of draining our heads in pot.
A glimpse please peek for maybe I’m right
Today you see me in sunsets might
Ablaze in glory I see your joys
Blessed are they who claim your choice
I think I’ll walk like I always do
Come come won’t work as I adieu
At feet of many and tears of some
The sounds of glory are saved in depths

Glimpses of The Lost

At the two ends of that same line
One apart one torn inside
Like a fear that stops its own breath
Two look upon what joys she gave
Inside an edge of glimpses of shadows
Three lovelorn wonders sheepishly seek
Another look of their muse, What muse?
Four women ignore those glares inbound
In faults and mercy he drinks away
Five days have gone by in her thoughts of sway
Maybe she too remembers him
Six weeks maybe Or is it too much
Glimpses of shades in colorless hues
Seven dusky damsels go around his rues
Some straps of light beckon her thought
Eight haters surround his hazy gaze
He remembers her hand in gloss grey light
Nine contours of silk, they danced those nights
Sleepless now with the knife that worked
Ten hours went by in her eyes he woke
A ballet maybe she felt with them
Eleven roof tops they jumped with her
In numbers he lost her grace of blue
Twelfth night came upon a martian dew
They danced
He swayed
She drank
He played
They slept
She cried
He stared
They smiled
She struck
He spoke
They awed
And fell
Thirteen wonders they explored
Together each made their own great mask
As strong as thread on a burning branch
The count was drowned in her slender arch
Pashmina was back like in their hands
The dreams were woven around her harp
His fingers caressed upon
What thought were left on the rug left back
Like sparkles and dreams
Like wonders and screams
Like silk and nectar
Like an up and below
Like us and them
Today they were gone
Too far away
From the door she looked
He had walked astray
The glimpses remain
In woven threads
Her mind and his
Still longed for theirs
Glimpses of The Lost

Grey Tin Giants

From the smoke of its path
It emerges like majesty
Over the bridge and under the stars
Steaming a path it flies on

Like a left and right
And a left and right
The wheels go on and on
Reciting themselves
Like poetry to a song
The path is wayward wandering now

I like to just stand at the door
To soak in the country and ghat and shores
To look and gaze at the skies that stay
With trees that start running again

From a bridge we hear the stories that bind
A long lost tale
Of a lovers plight

Some go happy
Some go sad
Some just linger
Some thoughtful tad

A big grey giant
It sometimes is
The few that stay
Stay for the love of it

In early morning snacks
In late night chai’s
With rummy in the groups
And antakshari plans
Some marriages are made
To travel the beast
Some families stay like homes on wheels

The to and fro sway
That gently rocks
Our souls to sleep
And winters meet

3 friends stay up
To share some joy
Two lovers are up
To share their eyes

When children run by
And innocently smile
They know their chaos
Is for a welcome tribe

Like a journey upon
The water and sky
Some under the caves
Some into the clouds

The hoot
The whistle
The porters
And sighs

This journey can end
But will never stop
They are made as giants
For stories to go on

Grey Tin Giants

Their last Goodbye

Goodbye my lover…
Goodbye she said…
Again whenever, we may meet an end
She starts walking away.. He just looks on
They stare…
They stare…
She glimpses
What he is seeing
She knows
What he feels
She undresses
Her mind
And sees him
Her looks sends
His mind into hers
His thought sends
Her body into his
Like a sigh or many
They breathe again
Into one another
And exhale again
He pulls
Her into
She draws
Him into
Her mindlessness
The heat
The sweat
The hair
The rise
The wonder
She closes the door
She cannot walk away
She stares at him
She looks at all his sway
He looks at her
He cannot see
What he just lost
He just cannot see
They walk toward
One another
They walk
Really slow
They walk
Like their shadows
Were kissing their own
She slides down as her drapes fall away
He pushes himself towards the fallen drapes
Like a strain that sheathes
And latches onto another
The grab the other
From walking away
A desert dune… The forest of loom
A drop in calm water… The bump on the skin
He sees her parting lips.. She sees him lost
Fighting their desire… They walk away
Away.. To the door…
She goes and undoes
He keeps his distance… Lest he undress
He knows
She wants
She knows
He cant
They Sigh
And kiss
Their Last luscious Goodbye

An Aroma in Jest

The trail of it’s wonder walks around
Like a smoldering path in a lingering dawn
Away it walks from the birth of itself
In dreams and wings we see her fly
Like a spear passing through a heart
Unknown the pain is felt in sighs
Some comic relief is needed with jest
A book is taken as a break from the cries
If only so small an onion could kill
If only so big a potato could chill
If only so light a mint could fly
If only so cool the cucumber sighed
In blood of one we stir another
In wonder of some we graze their friends
In senses we feel or see or lust
For in death of them we gaze our taste
Slices and
Paste and
Grated daze
and Churned
in mime
To fry
To Stir
To saute
To burn
To roast
To mix
To find its turn
Amongst the lost ways of greens we lie
Amongst the aromas of tangy winds of spices
Amongst the thick gravy we seek
Amongst the mixed spices we cry
Of what could be an ensemble of Biryani
Of what could be the mixed palak Sabzi
Of what could be a soup that stirs
Of what could be some chunks of everything that hurts
It is time to walk back
To stop adoring
To be oneself in heavens delight
To the place of birth
The birth of food
It is time to walk back
To the king the rules
Without it we are but just puppets of lore
Without it we are but just jesters alone
Without it we just be zombies yo
Without it we could not be this grown
It passes again from another ones heaven
And lures us on as if like a woman
The one who seeks the love of respect
The one who sees the love in jest !

Confused Certainty

if today I’m free, then what was I tomorrow?
if tomorrow I’m bound then what was I the day after?
if I am breaking a trend, will it be left ?
if there is no order, will chaos befriend?
i think or maybe not
i feel or should I now
when glancing at a walk, a reminiscence reminds
of what could be found in the jest of sorrow
it is confusing I know, the exclusion of grammar
it is confusing I know the absence of Caps
it is irritating again to see what I lapse
it can be a state that makes its amends
to categorize someone, something, somewhere cannot be a task
to behave like they care doesn’t seem like a lot
in understatements and announcements they hide their speeches
in mikes and speakers we sell our glitches
i am not stating my confused mind
no no
maybe it is just my way of jest
maybe it is my bloated chest
maybe it is my fear
maybe it is my tear
we could be tomorrow’s
we could have been the day after’s
how would we know when we are
how would we know when we were
i am not placing my aching heart
no no
for when I come and state my presence
for when I come and state my ignorance
for when I come and state my end
for when I come and be my end
you were my tomorrow
you will be my yesterday
you maybe my today
you could be in my sway
I am now stating my heart and mind
yes yes

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