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.”