Friday, 22 June 2018

Tree of Life


Tree of Life
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Much Wasted Boat Trips
Severing bonded Vagal nerves
Gone Camellias 
On Banana leaves
Floating on Birdbath
Elixir for new lives
The much needed
Angst to stir Genesis
Waiting for Clearing of the Wood
Chora rests in peace
Clouded with
, Plop, Plop, Plop


Thursday, 21 June 2018

The home couch and Potato



The home couch and Potato.
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The Spitzfire of a State
Sings lullabies for babies to dream
The dummy baby carriers
Have trouble letting go off the
dreamy feeling of carrying their babies around
Dummy Handbags are doing the best
To pacify to soothe the feeling’s loss
Mahavishnu stops snoring
As Mahalakshmi wet grinders take over
Churning the Civilisational trajectories
Shiva is getting restless for Lollipops
Babies do Incubate

Tuesday, 12 June 2018

Sex with the Gods of Dogs


Sex with the Gods of Dogs
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Dear Miss Sow and Sow,
I am
A closing down Sales
50% Off
Buy one get one free
A locum tenens
An lost value to the surplus of produce. 
Do you fancy to be
One of the Seven Dwarf Virgins
To CTRL + ALT + DEL
A trajectory of an ancient Civilization 
Let us not plough deep over the bones of the dead poets
Let us not open any pandora boxes
Let me not bore you with Books of Jumanji
I will not tire you with the paradises of Big Bang Autistic gardens
I will not tire you with the Mahabharata virtues of Friends
I will not scar you putting you through the Galapagos Love Islands
Be my companion for the vagrant trails
Let us fly away from the overcrowded Indus Valley
Let us sample the flora and fauna of all fords of sleepy villages
Stale Beers give hiccups
Music makes my ears sweat
Words twists my innards
Cosmic rumblings tears my eyes
Let us ameliorate the traumas of history
By well punctuated colours of transmission
Let us laugh at the follies of Mecca Maxima hub of beauty produces
Let us detour , let us detour
To the bowels of earth
To the Ivy trails of Witches gardens
Old queens have fallen down the rabbit holes
I have immersed by bodies in 41 degree Fahrenheit’s baths
Hung your heart out on the Walking boots
Fresh Access Northwind databases shall sing tunes to our purple loves
The thousand names of anxiety
The thousand names of anger
The thousand names of pain
Needs some assistance to compose a fresh music of love and healing 
Away from control and restraints
Breakaway trainings
Narratives that thrive on anxieties of its own prophecies
Let us make Humanities serve science as its love stricken husband 
Let us find new erogenous zones to kiss
Let us explore new ways of dying cheerfully
Teach me how to end a love note
While you are are preening yourself for next cycles of love.

Art Work : Dr. L. Arun.

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

Untitled


Untitled 
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Tower perched ground. 
Bird perched wire. 
Sky unperched clouds
Thoughts unperched minds
Electrons Flow...