Response to an online friend's take on 'ONE'

You burped at the ‘one’
That spread the apron

of fireflies desiring to be seen

Glittering through the dark rain forest
in search of a svelte monochrome sheen
Lustrous, luscious, lumberjacks of divine ordeal…

The Log

I was uprooted in the last storm
that engulfed my land.
Since then I have been
Bruised, cut, touched, raped
My skinned body
Have lain inert
In the grey winters
And the orange summers;
Ants crawled over me

Maggots took birth

Termites hollowed me down

Then it rained

The Conquest (2008)

I heard the gleeful banter

Of the raindrops over the gushing river

They mated

Their liquids merged

Their souls played

They entered each other.

The forest watched

I watched

I envied

I burnt.

I looked at their bodies

The river danced to the song of the rain

Their vehement cry of pleasure

Their movement of orgasm

They gushed through the boulders

They wet the greens

They conquered the forest.

The Viper (2008)

I walk bare feet on those smooth pebbles,
And the wet sand,
The murky waters
And the dried leaves wet in the rain.

The river bed spoke a thousand words,
Silently proclaiming their existence;
The snails and the leeches moved
Slowly and silently,
Harmlessly.

But I am scared.
Scared of my existence in this terrain.
They call me the viper.

My hissing silences crickets
My moves freeze the rats.
But the flowers don’t stop blooming
The leaves don’t stop rustling
And the eerie sound of the wind over my slimy skin
Captivates me.

I stop.
I drown myself.
I crawl myself into non existence.

Freedom of Light - something written in 2008

As my eyes burn with the pepper sprayed over its wet wound, I rethink. About my equation with the minuscule micro organisms which crawled over it once. I am blinded now. But the wound still hurts. I cannot see my own wound though. It is funny.

How did the pepper after all reach my eyes? Nobody blew the fan. Or that’s what I believe. I am a neoteric blind. I am still getting used to it. My blindness I mean. I do not hear far flunked sounds, yet. Who made good films last in Germany?  The Golem was the last I saw.

Coming back to my blindness, the situation is funny. I sleep with my eyes wide open. And feel the peace which darkness used to give me when I could still see, all the time now. The lampshades have become antiques. The electricity bill I pay is only for the music system, the blender and the desert cooler that I possess in the name of electrical goods, or probably a couple of more which do not really require eye handling. I have finally managed to learn to fill water without anyone else’s help into the cooler. I still cannot figure out where the mouse is going on my personal computer. Hence that has almost become obsolete for me. I spend my time learning braille and listening to “Hey! Mr. Tambourine man play a song for me…I am not sleepy and there’s no place I am not going to.”

Formations

I was merely etching my own shadows
When it turned into some form of painting
One without hues; without any meaning
It became self sustaining
Growing into things I have not yet seen.

I was merely following the sound of my own footsteps
When it turned into some form of a journey
One without a destination; without an end
It became self sustaining
Growing into a geography I have not yet embarked upon

I was merely listening to my own heartbeats
When it turned into some form of music
One without a tune; without any symphony
But it became self sustaining
Growing into a ballad I have not yet heard

I am yet to follow my soul
One without any desire or the need to 'be'
But there is somewhere
A hole, a void
That has never asked for a filling
Simply because it was growing
To become a diffusing matter
Revealing the spirit underneath.

In absolute randomness
I live;
Then leave my body
With ochre yellow stains
On my shirt sleeve
From the clay that I molded at random
From the red of the hibiscus that I plucked at random
And I was punished for cutting short
The life of the flower that had its own dreams and aspirations
Of living through youth
Of wilting and reaching its final destination
In its own time
And not at random.