Affection

The old folk’s murmur:

“Oh, you look so very thin!”

And I feel LARGE…….

This is the second of my realistic poems.

NOT EVEN ENVIOUS

Back by the fields, in the evening,

(Watching) the young at their delights

Stalls for while- not even envious-

And wend my way-it’s another day!

Note:

I would be back  in a few days, with my realistic poems:

-Off visiting my old folks, you know-

I am trying to go totally realistic in writing. Let’s hope that I would succeed!

The color of the sky

The sky looks of many colors to me

Well I may be wrong

It may be of the one color

That I know nothing of…..!

We are shut up in rooms…..

“Its trope , just that and nothing else!”

“But heck …..What’d you have me do?

Let me continue……….”

We are shut up in rooms……

Created brick by brick

Plastered inch by inch

Decorated with knickknacks that’s our own

Filled with the breath of our memories….

Yet

The room could even

Extend its scope, bring whole domains

Into its space, and egg itself

Into a cosmic egg………!

There are methods of inclusion

And yeah exclusion

And may be it’s the conclusion………….!

You know

It’s sad to chance upon empty houses-

Or desolate structures  ………..

It makes me shudder

And I ache for those  who keep them

They stand forlorn

Lost in their hidden miseries

Their togetherness having little significance

Very dead at heart and

No life-force moving within…….

Yet when a strong wind stirs

They seem to awaken into-

Some sort of gruesome life

As if in a cataleptic trance of the dead-

And trembles into being……..

Pane-less windows howling,

Doors creaking loud on rusty hinges-

Shutting themselves in and out…..

Loosened boards and hanging bits

Of drains thudding and neighing

Into our hearts, the dust streaming

Out in strange phantom dances

Torn ribbons of cloth, paper, and plastic

Hissing frantically……….

But it’s only for a moment

Then they bend back to their reality

Jutting mutely into the backdrop

As mere carcasses of futile industry

Saddening us……….

On one occasion I tried to carry on a conversion in a novel way with disastrous results. This became necessary because the other party was incensed against me and I was unsure what would tick him off.  But the conversation did not go well at all.  It’s an amusing incident.

It went somewhat like this: (please note that the words and reactions of the other party are converted into images to suit the format, they are not uttered by the guy in the manner given.). My dialogue was all done with the help of my eyes in general.

It was of no use

Me:  “ ?”

Other party:  Night sky

Me :  “!”

The other party:  Revelations

Me:      “@ ?”

Other party:  Dramatics

Me:   “! &?”

Other party:  Off the wall

Me:   “+?”

Other party: (Goes ballistics)

Me:   “$!”

The other party:  (disappears and reappears)

Even letter-less thoughts made no impressions on him hence I think it’s of no use! So to give him some peace of mind I withdrew……..

Late evening….. Sea shore……..

A few goats grazing on paper waste, peeing and dropping those black pearly capsules with a clatter on to the sand now and then from their behinds….

Then ………..my friend, looking terribly shattered……..

I waited. After a series of perpetuities he asked me in a feeble voice.

You write Haiku’s and stuff, don’t you?

To claim that would be sin. I meekly averred.

Well, then my friend, I have a haiku for you, and please for god’s sake, publish it, it could be a matter of life and death to someone out there.

I had to promise.

He took a long and shivering breath, trying to control everything inside with a great effort, and comes up with this:

My friend’s haiku

Never throw a Frisbee back

At the girls……….

It would keep coming back

………….Be kind to yourself!

(Note: The sentiment expressed is his own; I have nothing to do with it!)

What is the ONE thing we are after?

No!

NO!!!

Absolutely NOT!!!!

That’s NOT what this is all about!

But it could be about structuring time in our lives and sleep is one such method. But what the hell can we do if we have no peace in sleep?

Here a Haiku about sleep!

Sweet

In sleep

I dream of ants taking me apart

……………….I must be very sweet

Its  the poetry rally day and I haven’t prepared a poem for today, woe is me !   I have to nominate a  poet for the perfect poet award too!

My nomination is for Brian Miller, wonderfully versatile poet.

And now for todays poem.   Here it is!

WOE

Acid lake advancing………

In the grip of emotions,

We see ourselves,

In the nude-

In the real

In a mass frenzy,

We watch annihilations,

In the raw-

Yet in the reflexive

In thought,

There are pitfalls,

All Initiated-

From that is without

Yet in all these actions,

Who instigates,

Who directs……..!

And why this search for sense……