dreams

i was crossing the fence, also the layer

to the exotic other side, a happy place;

the world of no pain, love’s exuberance

when in love, a world you like to hover.

 

i was crossing the fence, far from love

to the brainy other side, a witty place;

all omniscient, a world of intelligence

out of domain, too ahead too move.

i was crossing the fence, far from wit

to the noble other side, so exemplary;

all goodness, world of much well being

infinite happiness, humorous thinking.

i was crossing the fence, far from good

to a similar other side, but anachronous

explanations you never fathom about

yet it all made sense, the incongruence.

i was crossing the fence, far from time

i don’t know how to comprehend it;

very crazy things happened, normally

seemed necessary, no reason or rhyme.

i was crossing the fence, far from weird

bad things happened here, envy, anger

misery, agony, things I don’t put in words

not an instant they look different from us. 

i was crossing the fence, far from evil

tiny things happened here, no order

full of kids, not aging, acting and being

a world starting and ending in laughter.

i was crossing the fence, far from kids

lots of fences, I could see, wavered

drawn away from them, I was moving

i was getting up, “NO!” I jabbered.

i had to see all the fences, I demanded

you’re seeing all the fences, it retorted;

only glimpses I yelled, I am drawn away

you exhibit them, it smiled and cast away.

“I belong to all of these worlds, you not

you are not even supposed to conceive

but I live in you and that’s the downside

you have my power to surpass your realms”

“for I share all of these worlds and more

dimensions you are not even capable of

my lowliest form is the projection in you

for its worth, i am still too good to you.”

i got up and stared at the dotted static ceiling

i thought “talking to the body was my mind”

it was my concussion or nothing else really

or probably Dreams, dumb to call it profound.

a sliding drop

on the black chassis, I see the shiny sliding drop, 

on the grass head, it seems to be a sliding drop;

on my canvas wall glass, drifts on a sliding drop,

on my coat shoulder, scurries on a sliding drop.

a cold faucet lets escape quietly, a sliding drop,

a forest rain, signs on leaves with a sliding drop;

a lake breeze,  leaves the air with a sliding drop,

a drizzle left my palms, ground for a sliding drop.

the time star on my brow, gave me a sliding drop;

an oasis brought sand, a feeling of a sliding drop,

the cactus and a moss, boasted of a sliding drop,

a parched breath got company of a sliding drop.

on the canvas,  the hands twitched a sliding drop

glided beautifully on her cheeks, a sliding drop, 

hit my outstretched hands, mind, a sliding drop

those moments got on the eyes, a sliding drop;

leaving the hand in the abyss, falls a sliding drop,

fears and nightmares chase me as a sliding drop.

in a far away land now, originates a sliding drop,

in a far away mind now, sparks on a sliding drop;

few die and few cling on, story of a sliding drop,

all joy and all life and all thought is a sliding drop.

day to the week

i have my curses, of voyage and  friendly number 13

start of a working you somewhere, save me Jeeves;

interesting a part of you, made myth and them of me

ahoy, I can forget those, I have too much in my kitty. 

Shhh, I hear all of them saying, i’ll tell you what it is

she goes to school, quivering her head so cheerily;

am the face of the acting, working, studying classes

and the jovial transitive ones, made merry by me.

he scribbled on the canvas, that’s notes at workplace

she knows, afternoon is a pre-event, joy is so near

i create zombies, looking forward to rest and relief

stand still, your penta-routines , I set the stillness.

illusion I am, setting a joy prophecy for tomorrow,

i expire, but only to give way to your end phase;

after the curses on me, and routines of the race,

smile around and say: TGIF, Thank God Its Friday!

The weekend kick-starter and the day of the days,

Oh week! hail my presence, as the ‘Lord of the Days’.