You Know Who I Am

I am misshapen chaos


I don’t believe in anti-matter


I am thin blue smoke


Homogeneous and sporadic


If you acquiesce
I will indulge


If you disagree
I will lure


If you evade
I will fetter


If you abolish
I will entwine


Sometimes I gush
Otherwise I meander
I am morality -
Leeching into this era
Live by me
To endure.


Who am I?

Of Slow Decay

Fleeting moments of endlessness
Non-returning prospect of the bygone
A few Radios with broken heads
A beheaded porcupine with his tree
Beyond the horizon
The same corn-fields of mellowness
Causeways of dark matter
And a couple of familiar eyes
With unfamiliar instincts
Unbridled were we…

Comatose hours of cherry picking
Indolent bliss and faded glory
Walked upon a clay road
Through bridges and undulations
And then broken chords of awakening
Smudged adieus and interrupted
Silence; It’s all shards now
I will bypass this futility(as they would say)
But not today
And unbridled were we…

On Meeting A Numb Zephyr On A Frosty Morning

What conjured up a latent storm
Was exaggerated by a misshapen form
Thus, coalesced a few droplets of the bygone
A pursuit for a forsaken mirage... 

Fractures of an unknown origin
Yowls for some bypassing syllables
Prancing seconds of procrastination
Absconding the everlasting lust...

Monochromatic yet mystifying
Capricious yet confounding
Triumphant yet transient
Juvenile or Juxtaposed ?

Be it you or a dusty maple
Be it you or a carnal apple
Be it you or some forlorn vigour
Nothing that was strewn across my path
Belonged to me