Sputtering poetry - Rohith (always you kirsty moseley txt) 📗

rinsing poetic hues!
red patches of muddy water
on shirt...
trying to appear like lama
as i smelled that aroma of dust
mingled with fragrance of 'Night blooming cestrum'


[ I felt diminished ]
on July 13. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I felt diminished
devastated
in joy...
so small i am in her eyes...
i felt like an insect
muscles rustled...
and senses eroded
like a volcano some where deep
she blown me off
with her laugh.

I felt immortal...light
bright
felt like gliding
ah so many times i feel
after all the only thing i feel is you
your love.
I felt like i glitter
so much amusement
i felt like knocking the valves of heaven
like eternity
like immortal....dehumanized.

I felt like my figures lingered with yours
like me sitting beside you
like an insect...so inferior i am
so incongruous i am with my inner love
and then you tightened lunatic figures of yours
as i continued to take breath hardly...secretly...softly
and then i understood i am just feeling
and then again i felt...ah so much i felt so much i adored that moment.

So obscured i am
so eclipsed i am...so deserted i am
i looked around like a freak...like a moron
so much i am lost in that moment
that moment when you saw me
reflecting your love
with the same intensity of my heart frequency.


The women
on July 15. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Like a worm she moved from her stone bed
its not even stony...its muddy and
sorta floored by sand.
Its small box she live in
a metal box...
and so small box it is...she cannot even stand
and then...she moved like a worm
to see the storm
but she lives there in front of this
3 storied building i live in
and its like a bin
before which its that hot rock
on which she sits
glaring at those pedestrians walking
and she have a stick in her hand...so strong it is
and some times i wonder if this womens only friend is that stick
which is older than her.
So strong it is...the stick...
i remember her bashing me when i hit this ball i play with
but i do not normally care it
ah...such bastard i am
i just cared her as much as i care this mosquito buzzing
and then again...
she watched this storm
that continued to rumble...
when i am sleeping in this AC dorm
ah...
and by the morning i got this news
SHE DIED
so leisurely...as those winds
and then...every one thought another insect died
and all this happened
when i am rambling in my dreams
so many realms i dreamed about
but i never dreamed of this women
and she I may be some insect if i ever dreamed of her
ah so bad i am
and may be that is why i dont love a lie
i dont love a dream
not even this life of mine seeing her
seeing her...helplessly...
no no
feeling helplessly
i cant stay here dreaming for leisure
after all I am a poet!


RAIN {prose}
on July 18. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Along those narrow lanes i started...tuning the velocity of my bike with those winds blended with the soft light offered by flickering street light. And then the first pearl drop kissed my skin as i saw a light ray coming from the moon which materialized itself as a rain drop. Those vapors of road tinged the environment...with a specific odor, a typical unrequited fragrance of rain. The rain drops falling on the headlight of my bike got alchemized...popped out from my way with a gentle leap. I saw that small boy chaining his friends neck dissolving their friendship in each and every drop of rain. I saw this poor girl full of cosmetics and glittering skirt with an umbrella in her hand...a very passionate and colorful umbrella...walking...restricting her steps causing least warmth to soil particles.
Then i saw this petrol shed half filled with vehicles and remaining half with people sharing the same idea...to resist rain. The road became mirror reflecting the streetlight as i felt like gliding on the light on my bike. And then unlatching the tensions of time that steam of tea touched my soul as i tried to hinder my amazement seeing so many people at a place chatting...chattering...chortling leaving their life behind. And that is when i drank this tea that liberated my soul from the cocoon of time as the trees rumbled with the winds resembling a mysterious resonance.


Rain made my love
on July 25. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Its raining every where
inside and outside
as i opened my eyes wide
reading Neruda's-
"Tonight i can write saddest lines..."
and all of a sudden a lightening flashed
a thunder got bolted its screw
which almost killed me
with sounds and gleams.
My heart rose with those steams
as i filled the ink of my pen with my dreams
which is meditating like a silent spark in darkness!
Those fumes liberated by road
caused by popping of rain drops
almost evacuated my soul
filled me with glow of unrequited love
which blown me off
as i started breathing fire
with rage
screaming...!
Something blazed deep in my soul
and at an instant i understood
a wound full of reddish bubbling scarlet blood
which killed me with love...suffused my flesh
became as sassy as those whimsical winds!


silence of mind
on July 25. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I dont remember how i started this day of mine
i dont know if this was another dream
and i even dont know if all my life
is a dream of a zygote...which called itself as Rohith!
In the raising waves of sand
may be in that deserted infatuation
with a heart trembling
and eyes bleeding out tears listening to that song
which gave shocks to my soul
minced my flesh
as i rushed in the narrow lanes of my unconscious
screaming...scurrying like a nude ghost
trying to get liberated from tyranny of that unrequited smell!
I rise in those waves of Pacific
with an angelic zeal
with that demonic fears as a drop
dancing on the tip of leaf
trying to get mingled with my imagination
and then i saw you catching the hand of cab driver
descending those steps of carriage
like an angel stepping down from valves of heaven.
Listening to that calypsotic song in the depths of ocean
in a room of a of a ship swallowed by the mighty one
seeing those toys...those broken pianos
lame chairs...broken pieces of glass...ruined bathrooms
celebrating my amazement
with peace listening to rhythms of cryptic imaginations
as i got dissolved in salinity of water
serenity of its silence!
on the terrace i sat
like a monkey...
howling
listening to sarcastic ridicules of silence
like a lover waiting for his beloved
staring at the gleaming stars...twinkling
with anguish
in the soft glow of androgynous moon
...dancing with winds
feeling like swimming in the amniotic liquid
breathing fire
stirring intoxication of emotions in my blood
as i screamed like a ghost may be just trying to tear darkness
when the thunder resonated with my senses...my vocal cords
satisfying the languished language of nature
as a volcano got burst some where deep
some where near heart or may be even near my most active muscles
erupted my state of silence of my mind.


Smell of coffee with rain
on July 26. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Steams got liberated from my cup
as the last drops of espresso romanticized
my creativity.
Its raining outside...
and those minces of rinsed glass pieces
kissed soil particles
filling the winds with aroma of petrichor
as those sounds of cleansing water guttered through drainages
staging scenes for that magnolia to bloom.
I continued to rave with rage
unable to control my poetic tensions
through the narrow streets of my imagination
vomiting ink
as i sipped coffee
like a snake...slowly...melodiously
mediating reality and imagination
which whipped my tongue ecstatically!
It moved through my mouth
and rinsed my pharynx
leaving me with lust of luring sensibility!
The night seemed to be shattered
behind the screen of moist glass
as a petechial fire gleamed with in
like a burning burning spark fighting with darkness
as i inspired intriguing fumes of coffee
blended with that of rain!


Take me with you...
on July 27. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Theres someone in my dream
and i am sure its a lady.
First i saw her when i am sitting
in between the broken walls
where i adjusted myself like a bug
surrounded by minces of glasses
in that corner of that half ruined room...
then i heard her breath
which is as desperate as furious fire
trying to ashen everything that it sees!
Then she got materialized
mesmerizing my senses
as i saw a brownish black screen of her hair
whirled around...like whirl wind in background of her face
half leaned upon that broken part
so close to me...i can breath her...
and she is still breathing with angst
so much that i cant tolerate the illumination of entertainment
as her eyes wandered here and there
trying to fuse herself with the environment
and saw me spasmodically which mingled with unconsciousness
and all of a sudden she watched me
and then got hold of her emotions she continued to run
i stood from my posture...like a rock unmoved since decades
trying to call her...but she never responded...
such is her cruelty!

Then again i got trans-located
and am travelling in a car
and its raining...in the scene
just raining...very lightly
but i dont even know if its humidity
and toward everywhere around me is water
and full of water
and that is when i saw her again
she...being a stain in my dream
walked towards me and told me
"take me with YOU"


I laughed away this life
on July 30. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I laughed away my life
and never cared of it!
All the sentiments got carved away from my way
and i have nothing to crave for!
All my fears got rinsed...
and here i am laughing at my life
wisecracking...
seeing it as a smaller thing than insect!
I never looked at the watch
and i think its the way i do things
its the way that show my feeling that life is nothing to me!
I never care griefs and reliefs
all i know is reality and imagination
after all i laughed away this life of mine!
So much ridicule this life is
so much senseless this world is...
i dont care even if you choke away this world
vaporize this holy place!
The society never cared me
and it uses my name as curse!
I got nothing from his world
except a dozen boundaries
and a bunch of sentiments...so old this world is
thinking of all this outdated stuff
thinking of these bloody relations and humanities
after all i laughed away this world!
There is nothing more to live
in this world
and nothing more to wait for
after all i laughed away this life!


Devarakonda
on June 27. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Listening those melodies of winds
on the top of a hill
where no human traces could ever exist
except those scribbling of lovers on rocks
strengthening the bondage of their love.
From the top i can see those small houses
appearing as the scattered drops of paint
on the background of greenness!
Those monkeys,