The hell bird's song

Have you heard the hell bird's song?
You can, see it, hear it like an echo;
the high pitched shrill and the low wails,
its sight like a spiralling phoenix.

Its really a bird ain't it ?
Just a harmless little thing perhaps
whose deep shrill could cut through
so the mucky blood oozes out?

The hell bird flies over us now
low, and high in its cry;
Its a bitter blue moan.
and the sap drains from the skin.

oh tell me tell me, what does it mean to say?

I think its calling, calling to us
mortals- our foolishness overwhelming
and it is helping, helping to condemn
mortal, earthly, absurd passion.

Brutal, empathising, mothering, the bird dances
through psyches. A wild dance.
It is the hell bird's dance, dancing
with desperation, and the limbs slowly crack.

Please tell me, what does it say?

It is a riddle, too complex to break.
For those already rooted in desire
what does it hold? nothing I suppose
and the hell bird sings..

Tell me before I crumble
into earth... It is painful,
tell me.I am a broken mortal. Stop me,
before I am neatly sucked into bareness.

Incest.

It is not the first, yet
it feels different.
I must stop, this nonsense
that makes sense.

Red pouring out from the wall
with flushes of white and blue
how do I see this, this
that I seem to not conceive?

In the gloomy days'
and fostering nights
when diligence was paradise
I learnt from you
like an ignorant swain
an understanding, that I now regret-
the digressions of an idle mind
wanting to infiltrate into another
wanting to percuss my senses,
creating for yourself
a sham of lost adoloscence.
You devil,you monster
I wish I could blot your presence,
inflict unto you, my quandary,
trauma and anguish that I
carelessly suffered.
You vile little brute,
that knew everything
and overpowered by deliberation
bridled upon me
to desire you with lust.
Oh you disgust me,
manipulative woman.
The worlds are waiting,
to drown you in their
hurling ash.

If men had uteruses, “paternity wards” would get resources, ambulances would transport pregnant men to hospitals free of charge, deliveries would be free, and the Group of 8 industrialized nations would make paternal mortality a top priority. One of the most lethal forms of sex discrimination is this systematic inattention to reproductive health care, from family planning to childbirth — so long as those who die are impoverished, voiceless women.
-Nicholas Kristof
New york times

The Good Night

I am going to sleep,
wish me a good night'
its been a tireless yearning
for a good good night.

The cold extends a warmth,
a warmth that would be reassuring
if you had slept beside me....
But,perhaps all i care for is a good night.

In desolation, I searched
in isolation, I did.
In the dreams you came by
and that is why, sometimes
I love the good night.

Like a bubble floating around
and leaves gliding in air
i am lost in you.....
it must be the good night.
yes, the good night.

Now,I think you have left
forever.
and then forever it will haunt me
your absence, your presence- that was,
a figment of my imagination.
I have lost the good night.

Now my thoughts stop
at this finite point
where i don't search anymore
for you, in the good night.

A Conversation

N1- Hi(defeated tone)
N2- Wow u sound so enthu. This is so like you.
N1- aaahn
N2- ufffffff...
N1- laughter
N2- So say something interesting.
N1- like what?
N2- How am i supposed to know that?!
N1-I really don't know what you find interesting.
N2- I don't know why i am talking to you only.
N1- Come on!!!!!
N2- you and your vocabulary.This is what you'll say to escape.
N1- Ok Ok ...interesting topic. let me think.....
N1- Oh by the way how was college?
N2- haan?!!
N1- Did you put petrol in your bike?
N2- You are the height of boredom
N1- Come on!!!!
N2- Silence
N1-really?(Sad puppy tone exclusive)
N2- Ok now can u pls say something?
N1- Thinking thinking.
......................

Delirium 2

I knew you saw me,
you saw me again
and again
as if i were an angel
from nothingness
into your delusionary world.

I knew you wanted me, but
i wish you had wanted me,
wanted me like no other,
needed me like a lifeline,
from the day you saw me.

I wish you were ambushed in
my beauty like never before,
attracted to my physical
phenomenon
as much as my emotional,
for their lies in it
a depth to be exhausted.

A thirst lies in it,
unquenchable thirst that
i could keep giving you
pouring to you, keeping you
chained to me.

The world around, ridicules me
accuses me of madness!
i can only laugh at them,
their need for logic, for
understanding, for doing right
when all i see in their minds is
dirt, filled with contempt.

Who cares afterall, when, now
you are mine and i
yours?

Delirium-1

This is going to be long.
Long enough for a battle;
grisly and gruesome
with sanity splattering
everywhere.

I have travelled in hazy mists,
with shadows making a pattern.
ugly and big, they followed me
through the depths of my mind's
inter linked alleys, hollow spaces
everywhere.

I have crawled in thorny wonderlands
in pretty skirts that tore apart
and bruised my legs.
You followed me there too,
like scurrying insects
waiting to suck on naked
flesh.

Never daring to reveal your form,
your soul or your existence;
imprisoning me in you.
i searched and searched
as day after day
monsters clobbered over,
making me
claustrophobic.



In the normalcy of the day-
its soothing, analeptic
sunlight,
the exertion of routineness,
in the impossibility of
excursiveness
i made a
beginning.

The heart still abandoned,
the mind scripted formulas
for intimacy for love for longing
for support, for possessiveness
for passion, intensity, desire
all in you, just
you.

In the midst of earthly ruts
rat races and celebrated contention,
my eyes moved like a prey search
and instinctively settled upon you.
you, who i knew nothing about
you who i knew was all there was
for that moment, minute, that very
second.