Matte

Today would be the last dawn of  Simon’s matteer

Though his feelings more into this city in which he once belonged to

Today would be the last reckoning as the brightness always fades away

Shall the city what he knows as home waiting for him in impromptu?

 

The remnant of a family, ramshackle rooms and the alluding intensifying memories

All reminds a purity that could happen in future serenity

The windowpanes, curtains, scatter tubs and towels

All are weeping silently and waiting for a sweet calamity

 

Don’t grief said by a bunch of a grief tourist of the walls

As they gather, gathered in a swarm into that last count

The poet Simon looked a far where the lane ended

Thinking of his son and wife as the ticking mounted

 

30^th May, 2016

Life will ones again sprout as rhymes

The butterfly who flies around this earth
Through it’s ever changing colors
Where is the difference between me and it?

A poet deep down inside me always muse
About the possibility of poetic justice
Juxtaposing one self within the realm of poems

Knowing that once I was a poet of earth
Then transcended into a poetry
And lastly I found myself once again as human in it

So there will be no anger and grief when time will arrive
As I let go the life to the infinite
Hoping the life will ones again sprout as rhymes

29th May, 2016

Death Fear

Are you afraid of dying?
If I say no then it will be a wrong saying
Whenever I felt the momentum as a face of dying
Seriously, then I tried to escape from that momentum as a rat
Or the number of times I felt that I would be toppled after the little toking
Then off course I wanted to escape from that state by watching the pornography
unwillingly!
Hence, I rescued myself from the death
But, one day I have to encounter with king of death
What will I do then?
Yes, I will expand my awareness
Surely!

 

 

27^th May, 2016

How much will you take Endlessly!

How much will you take
Endlessly!
The canoe, river and the periods!
Thus I’ve found a heaven
And its appropriate
What ever you say
But I’ll steak to the heaven
Like the glue
Would you like to
Know the theory? wingless fairy
‘First you have to be soft
Then spread around the realm of mind’
Now, conquer the war
Conquer the heaven
Everything happened
Got it!

 

26th May, 2016

The chronicle of becoming a poet from an infant

 

 

The future of the children and the green supple grasses

depends on you!

Though you are not get used to call them infant

Is infant only defined if only those have limbs and so!

Who learns to speak lie slowly

Learns to playing game with smoke

Habituates to sleeping like a lazy cat

Get astonished while seeing the decorative imprint of a bread

Loves to read the poem through the romanticism

And dreaming to be a dreamy poet

while hands begin to agitate

Keep in one’s mind that-

Not to become crazy for the fame

Rather be confined in the realm of poetry

Or simply become a hermit, stupid!

 

 

25th May, 2016

 

I touched you with my crude hand

I touched you with my crude hand
Knowing the filthiness of it’s prejudice.
And now the life which is evolving
Throughout the uncolored horizon,
Nothing could stop it, except
The insipid cup of tea of our dreamy belongings
Which fabricating the sanctitude even more.
Surely hinted by you!
Yet the blue sky spread out a star fair here
Musing for an inexplicable incorporeal goddess.
Hence, I would turned to be a woman again
To see the comedy instead of tragedy!!

Life is for

Life is for the green grasses
Those who knows to grow
Life is for the soft and supple
Those who loves water flow

 

 
22nd May, 2016

Father

Father, I invoke you every morrow

Throughout my  withered alien heart

Father, I call you through every past

I can see you in every dreams of night

 

Father, this wretched son is a king now

As he lives in his true wisdom

Father, I believe I ordained your name

Since I knew myself through the freedom

 

Oh my father

I believe we fly together

Oh my father

I believe we live forever

 

 

21^st May, 2016

Longing for the four walls

In my childhood, I got used to with the four well known walls

Then sun rose a thousand of times through the window or ventilator

Sometimes I soared up as a bird

And back again as a hungry puppy

But suddenly without any indication

Transformation happened to me absurdly

Likewise the flabby character of Sukumer

I tried to fly up with the inflated limbs

But nothing had happened,

Despite some kind of futility

Hence, I gave farewell to  Schwarzenegger

And now when I’ve changed into a complete supple being

And took a flight of ten thousand miles as a dragon of Lao Tzu

Then again learned to love the four well-known walls

But yet again I got notice of displacement

Now I’m heading for the home town

Where the four wall still longing for me.

 

 

13^th May, 2016

Remember that

I didn’t appeared here only to be a poet

Rather wanted to find out the completeness of my existence only.

Never intend to prove my distinction

Rather strive to be a not-self only, mingled with all sources

I’m not brought down here to show my knowledge

Cause who boasts he is the only fit for this job.

Don’t have single intention to find out other’s faults

If necessary I would come here infinitely only to cleanse myself

Remember that!

 

12^th May, 2016