1I make myself maneach time I createsetting, character, tonein a poemcreate poetic sensedisclose my natural beingplaying five sensesmy distortions and inversionsevolve in history and societyto save the man in methrough poetry of self2The seed of my songlies deep in memorylike paddy in fieldblooms ages when windblows inside out and growsgenes in womb, turns self3A poem is madnessunique fascinationliberating languagere-creates, re-symbolisesdisfiguring the knownsecured normsinverting the safeexistence4When sleepless poetryfails to negotiate nightI wait for white dreams5The halo of my visionis the Mother's gaze:he whom I seek ishidden in her eyesshedding hope and loveall around her mercy6Love is my prisonand freedom bothin her presencemy wish her wishto be everythingher shiva andshakti a dual-singleme and she, one7Love leads to beautyand vision with perfectionpillar of dust orfleeting shadow canturn into light revealingpure songs wrought out ofthe clay blending joysin naked passion seek signsof self-discoveryroving with delightand perfume of fellowshipin valley of peace8Life limits betweenwhence the sun rises and whereit goes to relax:joys of a fleeting momentI see Aditi in her eyes9Love without clotheswithout bone hasa joy within:soft smooth and fulllike the mindcreative anderogenous10It hangs like a dropany moment evaporatelove is gullible11When I inhale inyour mouth and exhale strokinghairs or caressingI ride you into joy andmake you hail the morning like earth12Rocked or burning withinpoor performerturns the hell inside outcan't dance on a taut ropewith fragile legsenjoy flames of passionlove is a high explosivenot charged byinduced sexuality13Frosted faces dissolve instale rain clutchingfemale body andpoached contexts dizzyingly slipfrom a vineyardwho'll treat them angels?14How can a poetpierce through tamed passagesin the wolves' psychetoo scared to peep:in the walled academythey lope with cold eyesshielding some dumb mythsor haunted by empty huntsparrying moments of truth15There's nothing comfortable in the chilly gray wind andwhat burns at the wintry end in Holi splash of coloursunglow what might have been left in ransacked ashesthey all witness the last shot of season in transitionlike bare-branched trees unrelieving miseries of truthin the unspirited campus and inscrutable shades16Winter is caught inwaves of narrow discussionsunder the blanketfingers move by nipples erectwithout sensing consummation17I feel alonelike a wandering birdwithout a nest:empty without flamethe cave of the heart reeks offorsaken island18Each day I constructmy self in new desires andend in emptinessa hollow shadowI move in dust and rest instony webs of haze19In a grey morningIt's a foggy silent worldThe stink of darknesswhen'll the gulf openstir the still horizons redand swallow the wood20It needs heatto eject a seedand ripen to fruit:mind makes its imagewith imprints dumped inforging rhymes21Bones of levity criss-crossat the bottom of silencethere is no shape in the mind22As I did not earn my crossthey cheated me whenI bought it to praythe satan sought my consentto sin in silenceI was duped again23Memory fadeslike her bodyin dim lightI bury my headin open handsto escape noises24Is it the heat waveor stupor that I seeshadows in the darkand call it vision?25Summer turns prettierafter dust storm or rainnight alloys with cool colours26The colour of night is the same everywherewhat if my identity is not knownlet's fuck the moment and forget the place27Waking up from a drugged sleepI remember I was a butterflyor butterfly dreamt me?a sun away the brown of the wallsseemed flying with her shawland I couldn't overlookI hunt a forgotten sceneoutside the dusty road in summerthe flowers yellow and die28This morning autumn moves in the poolI watch the deciduous trees and leaves' decaythe air whirling with dustthe drains are choked and my foreheadsmudged like the stained table:the more I clean the more dirtyand the slow sun smiles in the backyardover the bony back of a stray cowI look for a bit of green at my doorbut goats have jumped the fencethere's just one papaya flowerand remains of ber parrots droppedit's the same old agony in changing hues:should I steal colours from butterfliesor contract prayers in their little wings?29From stony breachesby roadside eruptwild plants and creepersthrough moss search their trellisperhaps mime my attemptsat survival againstbroken fences flinty knotsand shapeless shades in evening30The river walks without shoesunsinging the night's hooligansthat scamper across the cityunbreasted years ago forhawks of peace now midgetedto amuse mornings that gaolall fire and thoughts smitten by stonesof figures-to-be hewingnew melodies by black grasspast my shadow overarchingall listening and light and cliffthat hang the tale or pain the legsno matter I walk withoutthe rest of the ground I treadlike river droning day's ashes31The frog in mirrorslips by damp towelcold sets in slippy handsrain flows on windowsblack water crawls downlike diseased reptileswhy scrub the smellyunderbelliesthere's no paradise32With blurred landscapepainting dust all aroundthey become dustfail to live lifehiding it from othersfrom themselves fail33The mask of man they paintwith so many fingers as brushesman's only colour now34They hide the mirrorswith rose and lipstickand keep their fiction35Apple, snake and three-fifths of mein bed manipulates maninside selfish rubbles36Growing hair on soulman longs for known grooves of deathsafe in sterile womb:loving, impotentlost in vanity and self-commiseration37How many defythe space betweensleep and leapI hear soundsof cracked mirrorsand torn veils38Crazy these peopledon't know how to godown with the swirl andup with the whirl butplay in the raging water:who can find the green dragonlost in the yoni without?39Your black sunglassesconceal the face that revealsthe real you in sun40Face lotustongue sandalmanners sweetheart scissorsI know himseasoned crook41We are a nationof cowards worshiping dumbimages can't standa full-fleshed person speakingnude in god's home like in bedperforming love withwife or self in dark aloneever ignorantmoralisinghell of fearwith legs tucked upposing brave42Fear in the mindruns us this wayand that reachingnowhere spittinganger against windsinging threnodiesor cursing fate43Can't you drop your sareeand all that conspires to concealyour nudity, my loveforsake your modestyand see the naked passion inmy eyes seeking freedomto unite and transformthe night through body's dark alleysdon't you love your freedom?44Scratching between his legshe creeped towards the fenceand said something to hergawd, in a minuteI see her tending the blousehalf-hidden by roses45He presses her skinor tastes the salty sweatnight singes genes in bedlove's eunuch game turns indreams to feed ignoranceleaning on sticky backsof dead orisons46She put him off each timehe caressed her ortried to kiss or crosslegeven bought her presentsto make her agreebut she won't caretill he raised the stickand tamed her in bed47They make moments memorablewith quarrels over nothingreduce relations to relic48A woman should complementnot complicate wanting loveand freedom both with sweetnessof the bone in mouth orfrenzied riding high orgrinding pubic regionsgiving more and getting moreshe must sound like a colognenot sin or magic bullet49Woman is the fleshand spirit of poetryeternal love thirstgrowing younger asone grows older day by dayperfecting the body50An undressed womanis a form to lay barethe vulnerablein myriad colours:live sensuous deliciouslike true sex exposingnaked truths through bodypeep into evergrowing consciousness51Not with physical eyesnot in sleep or dreamnor in madness or inhidden place or peacebut in imageless statebeyond human selfwith eyes of the sipiritwhen symbols one seesvisions are seen as grace52The split in cypressis vulva I know the rootspurush-prakriticall it Yin and Yangour basic sex, lingam andyoni harmoniselike lotus risingfrom the depths of lake through mudcrossing existence53The fig of life withroots above and branches below:man and woman one54Dragons play whirlwindamong the clouds meet and rainunite earth and sky55The mount of venusrises above the marsand unites on my palmlike a horse and elephant56Like a woman's mindresides between her thighs joyand satisfactionman's love and hatredconcentrate on the crevicethough he watches faceshe laughs when I saylove and beauty is nothingbut sabre and sheath57In the lake of your eyesI saw him drowningbut, who was the fisherthat netted him out?58In the forest of your hairmy finger searchesthe little pearl of bloodthat stirs the hidden watersand contains my restlessness59I smell my bonelesssemen under the pillowweaving legends inhalf-dream along herhips as I curl like rainbowdying winds splash down blots60The remains of morninglike the remaining work stare:my pen is cold to wordsin bed I keep with herwondering what I'd haul in ourburning, sleek, empty sexnow mind's dried with dry hiveI can't create with bald head:sky showers ashes of rose61The highwayman liesto rob a moon with skullwhipping up valour:she unzips her skirtlike the silkworm undoingits yellow cocoon62My handheld out in the darkremained empty:none reached itto give joy ofthe meeting hands63I don't know when or how cracks grew for love to fall throughbut memory waves obstinately:her thoughts recur even after the emptiness ofthe sky blares and I can't hide numbness of the yearbefore Bulli but her coming to mejust to revive those moments of togethernessin lovely valley turns cold and apatheticsun rushes in home and sudden silenceis all that echoes in new year's handshake with me64She won't understandand force him yeahalways after hourswishes of death andshouts and blameswould ache his angerin the testicles andagain she would tameher man in bednot knowingwhat he has become65A meanest momentof eternity it waswhen I was conceivedafter 40 yearsI see same degenerationmy mother saw firstempty of poetrystoic, dull and diffident:always puny gamewith triple furywinds return and put out lightwhat use watching god?66Before it heals orscars merge with time's endlessnessmorning brings new woundsis there a releasefrom unloving life day by daybreathing heartless air?67Everything is falling apartevery wall is crackingI too am breakingto be someone and to belongdrink in love like manysecured sure happyI too want to live and be lovednot piece by piece, friendsbut, will they let me?68After the day's blaringhymns and mantras loudspeakersand tribal drums and danceto please the lion goddessin roadside Puja pandalsthere reigns frigid silence69No one sings these dayssongs don't come easilylife has lost music70Giant smoke from the factorymates with perfumed dhoopamrising from the trucks carrying Durgain the afternoon Subarnarekhais crowded with idols and peopleabsorb shocks with reverencesuffer dust, mud and stench71Who is a gentleman hereeveryone speaks morethan one tongue in self-interestditch everyone orturn disinterestedin excuse curse everyoneor say it's bad luck72The glow of victoryis deceptive coming fromfrail man's needs and tearsmidnight sighing of poordeprived of the tree of wealthbare body, dry landwhere is light and gracein ravished image of strugglemidst mute mass and doubts?73Death in silence speaksmoonlight cleaves to the bodypeace gropes for poems74In flames rise voicesof futility and dreamsin dust fear and love75Time is running outcracks in walls develop fastbut I stay staticshrouded in cobwebas if in dusk denying deathbrooding slipped chances76Can't I grab a littlewarmth, fresh air and lovesimple, sound and innocent?I'm fed up playinglife across the netshuttling nightmare in cold77The moon rises withmillion stars in skybut none worshipthe dying sun sayshow alone one issinking in glory78What good will happenwaiting to leach through old layersno use stay put here:the leaves have turned mothwe cross-leg with crabbed wisheserase one more year 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