Sadness Explored

Summer Nature Zinnia Yellow Orange Flora Flowers

My forensic eye, sees white pebbles
Inside a bowl in the middle of the round table
In our dining room. They glimmer faintly, 
Their disclosure, sculpting a little sunny face,
My stretched lips, hiding the somber
Times, waking up to a gentle day,
Into the gregarious wind and the rustling coconut leaves
As I shake away all the roaming monsters
That threaten my fickle happiness,
Throwing myself into a typewriter
Typing that poem, journeying from mind to paper,
Endangering tristesse, the soft inner core,
That fills on slippery analgesia, while
The zinnias, those little radiant suns on earth,
Angle towards a yellow dwarf in the sky,
Positively phototrophic, saturated
With little insects on the inner petals. And In this
Schematic of co-evolution, you find, zinnias and verses,
Muse and musings, robbing each other,
Of a briefly lit limelight.

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Kith and Kin

 

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A flower, a loved one,
Who wilts right in front of your eyes,
And blossoms flaws on skin

Only to one day become,
One with the residue of what doesn’t become gas,
But stays horizontal beneath earth.

Where new floral arrangements
Are placed every year, on the same date,
Next to an epitaph, that tells why she
Existed and why we ceased to exist
After her beleaguering fall.

Its amazing how intertwined life and memory is,
And all we have is an offering of flowers
To a flower that once was, to remind ourselves,

We always were, and always will be,
A bed full of rose blooms, whose thorns,
Only made our hands bloody, and yet stood,

Thicker than water, which always
Threatens to run dry.

Interfaces

Love making

Look how beautiful
It is, when palm supports palm,
And fingers caress fingers. 
How straight are those palms in togetherness.
And those assemblies of palms, like lovers,
Slip and glide on each other
At the dead heat of the night
Opposite a lighted candle thread,
In interfaces which form and denature
Every passing day, almost
Like the flow and ebb of newly weds
On a marriage bed. And prayer
Just like love, becomes a sanctum,
Extrapolated beyond measurable thresholds
Fragility translated to strength,
In that candle-lit moment
Where man ends, and God begins.

Short Questions and Neruda’s Tongue

Lady in Red

Do you know that instant noodles only
Takes 3 minutes to cook inside the microwave oven?
And a quickie 5 minutes inside
A mucosal pocket?
And do you know it takes
One second for love to bloom at first sight?
Do you know a match stick
Can only last 10 seconds the most?
Do you know the wrong word
In a moment can destroy a lifetime of right words?
Do you know childbirth
Can take only a few hours of labor pains?
Do you know that pop corn
Takes 5 minutes to fizz?
Do you know that it took god 7 days
To make this universe?
Do you know there are so many rapid moments
We cannot control – like panic, anxiety and fear?
Do you know that there a blue pill
For the rapid man and a Prozac for the blue man?
And do you know it takes
One moment to make the blue lad bluer?
To wash away his sandcastles.
Do you know that everything is short,
Except when a man’s tongue becomes swollen and blue
Tasting a beautiful clitoria flower
When he sees the ocean come tumbling towards
Him, in slow rhythmic waves,
And all he can do is to throw
His tongue out, like a blown-up lifejacket.

Coriolis Effect

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They say that the rotation of a turquoise planet
Makes wispy movements on ponds
On bathroom bowls, forces tornados
And relays cyclones and other ballets of nature

And we too know, how we make
Rotation part of our daily anatomies.
How we rotate the stem of a ripe mango
To pluck it, how we plunge a corkscrew
To open a vintage wine, or how Shane Warne
Spins the leg break to bamboozle batsmen.

And still we are slaves of spins
Of how a little magnetism around a radius
Makes us fall in love. And yet we are consumed
By another’s orbitals – where are we now?,
Where to next?, is she procrastinating?, will we work
In the long run?, is she a hurricane and a banshee in bed?
Oh God, is she wife-material?.

We pirouette to another’s orbitals.
What keeps us hostage, the gyres that stream us
The vortices that baffle us, the vertigos that giddy us
The whirlpools that sink us. All stemming from one creature’s
Orbitals of the heart and mind.

Yet we have our own helices that define us.
The DNA of a man that can see past the doubt
To make it work. How we can resonate
Are spins, like figure skaters do, or how your hands
Master the pottery wheel, knowing deep
Down that what matters is not the orbitals
But the ground states.

And we are grounded to those baffling genes.
What makes me a romantic and her a realist.
And when we meet in the middle
We know that there’s another planet
That we need to inhabit. Like Mars and Venus
Need earth for a rendez-vous.

We are imperfect humans. Perfect freaks
Who overthink everything we do. When love is
Just about finding a common torque, to spin.
And making love is absenting your spins; becoming nonsensical,
Folly dancing all over, while trade winds blow.

As you become one singularity, one flesh,
At the equator.

Creatures of the Dark

Sea Breaching Ocean Humpback Whale Mammal Animal

There is beauty in light, like in the luciferin
Hidden on the ventral side
Of winged beetles; creatures we call fireflies,
And they turn luminous green
Underneath their abdomen
Emanating chemi-luminescence.
And these flying lanterns,
– Soft-bodied creatures flying with their elytra -,
Make children run on the trimmed lawn
And the inner child climb out
Of able-bodied cocoons.

There is still beauty
In darkness, when two people sleep
To each other’s lullaby, nocturnal creatures
That smolder like twigs in winter.
Pitch black is when you become only as lucid
As the clarity of her body on yours,
Drowning you in a landslide.
When you let the invisible hand
Guide you to the heart of the tempest;
Huracan raging in wind, fire and storm
Ravaging the ravenous.

And you feel all sorts of creatures in the dark
Sharks inside your lips pillaging hers
Little dinoflagellates inside margins of your irises
Whales waiting to burst out through a sweet spot
And the ocean flowing from inside to out
Through every pore in your skin.