Plastic Coated Bum

I saw a Plastic coated bum,
swimming ,
on a winter morning rum
His hands were cut by leprosy,
begging,
on lifeless early streets,
of a city,
That never should have been,
here nor there ,
why was he pastic coated?
an empty wafer wrapper ,
was he a wafer?
fried to life?
Oh,It was just a protection ,
from winter cold,
and from people ,
like me and you.

I feel pity ,
how pastic coated he was!
Plastic for protection,
plastic for prtoection,
garbage for protection,
from cold winter mornings ,
garbage protects his worms,
from demons and death's charms.

Plastic coated bum,
I see him like a warrior,a samurai,
a persion immortal covered in strength,
Like a robot from special effects,
as his plastic covered face shines,
and leprosy eaten lips vanish,

what a strong man ,
better than us wool covered ,
My hero,my hero.
I may as well worship thee,
you Plstic coated bum,
in the temple of suffering,
I would put you ahead,
of all Gods and other phoney things.

A butterfly on the buttock,
of a Bull,
Is same as that on buttock,
of Mule.
So I have my repect to the Bum,

who shall be my hero,Forever.

Silent ovation

Poetry was a passion , a pejoration ,
A plastic exploration into,
Mind’s empty elations .
Poets are saved from purgatory ,
Because Gods are effectless ,
On Poetic Paganists
Pianists of vast universe

And then Came economico voices,
telling us of their vices,
stories of drowning nations,
into the baskets of recessions,
endless oceans,endless oceans,
of words ,of grotesques protests,
that manifest and insist,
on their own constitutions ,
such a barking glory,

But I like the trees,
obeying to the darkness,
and to the Moon,
to the cats ,
In their silent ovation ,
to the Farce of Mankind.

Dreamy Eyed Race

Visions of Angels are not scarce,
for us,young dreamy eyed Race.
Some say that aint real ,
But what is real anyway?
Nothing is ,not even science,
If you can Contemplate the Quantum Play!

Where the electron spins,
In her own ideas of waves,
In the great Atomic Grace,
Not knowing who she is ,
Yet never the momentum cease

Such is our world ,
Of dreamy young eyed race,
Into the intergalactic space
Where we see our Angels Dancing,
In the starry cradle of dust ,
Where birth is, without lust

Born are our dark angels ,
From Supermassive Black holes,
That hang in emptiness ,
They must be laughing at you,
Who say order is due,
Who pomp in their reason ,
Caught in the rational prison,
Of rules ,structure,season

But Universe is Chaos ,a Haze,
A happy wobbling tear,
on the Angel’s face ,
And For our Dreamy eyed race ,
This is the only Holy bet!

The longing, ancient and eternal,
beyond poet's words,
beyond Philospher's boards,
Nothing to be done ,
Nothing can be done,
when water has evaporated ,
whats the use of the bowl?

whats the cause of the mysterious?
whats the source of it all,
this longing is not sadness,
for it is too sweet,
to be anything that uncouth ,
its distilled sorrow,
pure in its lineage of fogs,
of centuries ,
That stir a soft man's heart
Man who longs for the secrets,
not for any desired effects
But for that uncontrolled pulse,
to drink life at one go!

But then this unfinished journey ,
both bitter and sweet ,
maddening and wisening,
resurrecting and damning,
murdering and saving ,
is still My most prized possesion

That supernatural has installed in me,
this eternal blood ,
that dries not,
nor does it clot.
So kind the supernatural to me
That I seek not kindness
nor a fairness ,
anywhere else .
In the ordinary world,
of ordinary people,
Let them come and be unkind,
Not a muscle I will stir
i will just rejoice in the longings,
Mysterious,ancient ,eternal!

sweet sadness

what soft burdens of this heavy Plight,
That in this sweet sadness I delight ,
morrow be when the duty calls ,
let me just die again tonight !

Upon Thy bosom let me play,
Upon thy lips let me stay,
let me drink to thine eyes,
lest I burn and you the flame

If I cant prosper in sunshine,
of that beauty ,innocence thine,
then let me atleast be a refuge ,
in shadow of your unseen smile

Young men

When Young men vanish silently,
what misfortunes could those be,
Men like Lions ,strong and pure,
Yet alone always ,
what do they endure?
when women chasing them,
yet in their full beauty,
they turn away,
what Hurt that must be?
what makes them Happy ?
what love they seek?
what dreams they dream?

The ordinary world Knows not ,
This sorrow ,nothing personal ,
This madness not of impressions ,
who can stand by those ?
who dares float the forest fire?
who acknowldges a silent desire?
None.

The world has business,
thousand things,useless,
but their hearts empty
how will they hear,
songs of those
who disappear,

But the rare Kind walk alone ,
like an untouched stone,
rolling into great rivers,
never seen,never heard ,
they travel to the ocean,
till the end of this Holy life ,
But sadness never touches them?
who knows and who has the care !
for those who vanish into thick air

Orisons

We live in a world ,
strange yet straight .
Where drowning silences,
open the heaven's gate .

And Man' shadow ,
on the yellow streets
asks for forgiveness,
in maddening feats

-And yet Hope,
The mother of all .
Blesses our nights
with holy scroll.

That Man may become
what he pleases to be ,
whence fear is absent
and love is free!



where the songs of sorrow ,
never absent nor tired
but despair no more ,
in sublime desires .

where wind brings joy,
of autumn and spring .
and music mirrors the mire,
of every little thing

There may reach ,
my purified orisons ,
In God's lap ,
beyond tranquil horizons.

I am defeated !

I am defeated ; O lord Defeated,
and its such a joy ;
to find yourself to be nobody,
defeated ,so utterly vanquished,
conqured by everything else,
the self gave up,
quiting everthing ,
In the land of Conquistadors
I am a great quitter .
I lost the great game of self,
I lost the great shame of self,
now there is only taste of nothingness,
The great song of silence,
No winning anymore,
I am forever defeated,
the thousand insects,
greater than me,
I am the lowest of the low,
less important than dried leaves,
than blades of grass,
than evaporating dew,
than dust by the roadside,

desire to win took me,
in her warm fiery embrace,
and tossed me like a poor lamb,
into the slaughter house,
that i created birth after birth,
with the great defeat,
i lost that desire too,
now who slaughters what?
can you ever slaughter the dust?
Nobody does,nobody can,
No more a lion nor a lamb.
totally useless to every efficiency,
i sit by the shade,defeated.
no ambitions,
no places to go
but to remain there,
where I always was ,
winning took me away,
from my original defeat,
being lost brought me back,
I am defeated ,defeated,
O lord ,now only joy enjoys the joy.

what I have become?(song)

What I have become ?
was never something ,
That I would have known.
What song I have sung?
was never something ,
That I could have undone.

Now It is gone,
Ohh It is Gone,
So far far away,
I hear It is Gone.

What I have seen?
was nothing that,
could ever else been.
What I have loved?
was nothing something,
I could have controlled.


Now It is gone,
Ohh It is Gone,
So far far away,
I hear It is Gone.

Her voice is so low,
I caaant even
recognize her anymore,
Only the shade of her eyes,
is all that I can
recall tonight.

Now It is gone,
Ohh It is Gone,
So far far away,
I hear It is Gone.

The Billion here are in Impossible chase,
few shout justice,few shout grace,
few family, few friends ,
few are deep in their grave,
few are still digging it
what do I chase when I have nothing to catch?
What do they chase?They have a clue?,

And what was my face,
when I was not in chase?
I know not and I care Not,
I am not the reverse of the ordinary,
I am not the same ,
I have nothing to know,
Nowhere to Go,
walking in the ocean ;I am dry.
drowning in the desert;I am wet,
Time and space,are an old farce,
I play not the game with same rules,
this moment is the ship,
in endless ocean.

Deception is the rule,
For both Good and Bad,
Nothing remains stable ,
nothing simultaneous,
I hear these colors,
and see the sound,.
Bcauses neither is there,
upon this ground.

I laugh ,I weep.
For the same thing,
which is different than everything,
yet is not nothing.
not found in any chase,
slow or fast,
noble or evil,
selfish or selfless,
simple or complex

How do I tell you what I seek?
How do I tell you what I chase?
The Moment I tell you,
I chase it nomore.