the colour harmony!!

I am not an angel nor am I a beast I may be satanic, impious and wicked. the one eyed hellish old lady with an apple in hand. who climbed the cliff to drop in that rainless thunder I, a magician, can tear emotions and wink over the blood flowing. I shall paint my home blood red and grow a cherry to full bloom. I stab u left to right and collect those sweat to cover the marks well dead of quivering You a carcass, i knw floating in the sea a feast for piranha me in a cannibal weed. I dust u I drain u stamp ur love over coal and flith I am a sinner wandering below the churchyard for graveyards green and rusty tombs. let not sermons rule me and dont bring me a cross I shall doom erupt a million seeds will rush out of wild and bastard sadists Let me die a slow death dissolve my poison from spreading cover my head cover my toe smash my eyes and shut my breath let me persih unknown but...

Once Twice up on a time She loved. He was Her man in black Made of sand. He loved her live Fresh as monsoon weed. She dragged him deep To her blistered bleed. Labeled love set to tune, alive. A man from nowhere From beneath the ground A dead shadow Followed. He was sheepish With floating eyes. She was lured To intrinsic myths Of love tales crossing births Unlabelled love set to tune, ignored. A man of flesh A man of cotton She, a falling star Of million desires. For her man She was a pebble Beneath a shallow spring Moulded in his dashing current. A needle point Pierced and stitched To his burning urge. The torrent, he Smashed the structures Of her oblivion. She loved with a nagging pain Of declaimed femininity Roasted and shaped In a way side camp fire. She pulled her nails And painted his taste Fertility rites abandoned. On those nights dissolved in wine and lust Her love spoke of Pleasures longed and rainbows fad...

I went up, Four steps Once, The wet black stone stairs. The glass door closed I rang the bell The monitor blinked and said The bell echoed similar Deep down the chamber To the one that rung One hour back. Heart beat 1 2 3 and 4 removed. Try once more or hold on. I climbed down And went for a walk Skipped fence white washed And draped green On those rolling hills I sang a shepherd Over clouds of clay I flew a wizard Alchemy drowned. It was dusk When I went up again Those mulberry stairs Door wide open I stepped in With the dripping rain Candles burning lead me Deep down the antique walls Of portraits pale and luxuries grey. To a balcony of weeded wilderness. Through the murky fog I saw her swirling away Near the backyard pool In her snow white gown She seemed a piece of cloud Skating on the ice, thick set. She swayed in tune With that door bell heard One hour back Heart beat 1 2 3 and 4 removed.

I saw a lady moving. A haunting shadow, Crossing the streets and treading hills With a half damp picture Of a little girl. She seemed seeking Men and streams Lanes and graves For her little one Vanished Along the evening prayer. Female in grey Tramping in her ghostly gown Bolt her breast and blast her womb As she walks past, the swaying stone bridge and my swollen eyes, To the valley of broken desires. The shadows she left Over the thick dank fog Gather to carve A man of clay Crouching over A dead decaying log. He was weeping Over a reclaimed son Drifting away In his unshared memory. The pale skinned man Surrenders Before the infant memory. Decomposed And set on a tune different In an abduction camp. It was raining outside When I stepped in to The chilling darkness Of the theatre balcony The corner seat I took Gulped me in to a distant land of Barren breaths The screen shivered And minced In its tale of Children Abducted ...

I fell in love Last year. It was all so sudden I realize it now, that I fell in love Last year I flew over the hinder land of Castrated histories And burped out My sickle cell loves from my mushroom hut. My days turned pink And nights water lilies We f ight in the dark And kiss by day light Carve our love With tantrum and tear And paint each other Earth and sky. I fell in love Last year.

Eighteen steps descended To a half lit supper hall Cracked up wooden benches Stretched out in zigzag rows. Old age in white, Walking shadows Moved around. The creed that slipped love Through their crumpled skin And frozen fingers Gather every night For a silent curse. They invoke the goddess of abandon ness With their empty breast Snatch it out and Make it their penance. Their skin is blue And howl every night To the lands across valleys Crossing mountain cracks To drench and drown In thick rain forest. They live clustered Like millipedes in monsoon Their backyard room Smell of tears dry and Gods sluggish. The incense burning dope. They crawl out Half opened doors Of pinching memories Deep beyond their drowsy eyes The lust for life Reign their nerves Once, On a frigid wintry night They dragged me in And grabbed my skin. Lead me to a dungeon Of ash soaked bones. Pulled my hair and Squeezed my flesh For a drop of blood and The...