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

ROHITH, All rights reserved
A black page
blank page
lighted the corners of my brain
knowing nothing is just vain.
Filling the ink of my pen
with
the pain in my dreams.
i tried to tame my emotions
breeding my tensions
in that mansion of imagination
where i always
babble like a newly born
like a naive
where lines scream
with the rhythms of life
in that chamber of brevity
where ocean brews from the horizon!


Sun rise
on June 12. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Unlatching the tensions
liberating my eyes from wetness of tears
i wondered how the winds blow so free
like a fledged moron
a new born!
With the rapidity of imagination
my eyes continued to flow with those waves of ocean
that continued to brew from the horizon
where sun ever suicides.
The pain of happiness
reached the brim of my heart
as the stuns of breezes continued to waltz with mist.
Rasping my untamed fears
the streetlight continued to play hide and seek
with those flies
materializing the strokes of my imagination
that continued to sparkle like those
incomplete dreams
soothing my senses.
Silence surrounded the nudity of thoughts
the darkness started preparing to evanescence
as a lotus bloomed
in the midst of ocean...
at the horizon...
SUN RISE!!!


A scene at the patio
on June 14. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
At the patio i sat
gazing at the blazing blackness
of inevitable strokes of
a glorified paint brush!
Entangled by the utmost masochism
my muscles rustled with ignorance
as the sky rumbled like a nude ghost
trying to tune the infernal chaos
that got demoralized and dehumanized
in the silence of darkness
that devastated the darkness of silence!
Steams of intolerable poignancy
curled around
like ignited demons
trying to tantalize my fears!
Trying to materialize the scene
the storm flashed in rage
ravishing the darkness
dazzled the impatience of night
as it rained in my heart
whose fragrance
lured my innocence.


[ Silky robe ]
on June 17. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Silky robe
covers a timid heart.
She is looking up...
is she looking the sky,
no her eyes are closed...
hmm,
is she looking the sky within
that she painted in her imagination
...
then why is she leaning back...
why is she trying to cover herself...?
is she mad...
{INVESTIGATION OF HER DEEDS LIKE A MARAUD IN HER HEART}
she is mad...is she
she is
is
she
MA!D!?
?!...MAID...

Heart beats
leaf dries...
for a person like me
for a bastard, a mad one like me
there is no difference
when i see the moon
or the naaa'st...y...no no
mighty ocean
nor a difference between the pleasant music
and your heart beat.


Muse killed by amusement in
on June 20. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Muse killed by amusement
innovating the enraged thunders
i continued to see those strokes of eternity
elating the innocence of nature.
Each drop of rain
rinsed my soul
as the drop of rain
ploughed my skin...tickled my senses
like a mailicing dream
containing melancholic realm
startling utmost sadism!
A new poet born within
listening to each drop of rain
smelling the fragrance of steams
evacuating from the depths of the road!
Adoring each and every second of that life
with rain!


[ Bashed by silence ]
on May 2. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Bashed by silence
stands an irregular shape
deep in darkness
may be a suffused uppity ape.
Smelling the coldness of breeze
gliding on the soft wind
dazing at the dazzling streetlight
playing waltz with hazes of fog
as lazily as an old cow
grazing...softly
relaxing, slowly, reposing on the dewy cold grass bed
as if its some heavenly purpose to it
enjoying each and every inch of its food
not caring the rest of world
on that autumn evening.

There...again an irregular shape
in the veil of darkness
glaring at the blinking street light
puzzled by the colorful leaves
scribbling on the canvas of darkness
which
screamed in his mind...blown some coldness into it
as the reveries of his amazement
got lost with the sensibility of his retrospection
which fathomed into his soul
like a bullet
as it left his the flesh in a flash
incorporating itself into the
brevity of a cows soul!


Poesy O Poesy
on May 6. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Drinking the wine of my youth
poising stream of conciousness
as i leaned on my buttocks
with my head between my legs
and the tears kissed my toes
crying...
raving...
screaming...poetry
as the melody of the bleeding words
raped a rose
which protected its virginity
for a beloved bee...
to drink the beauty of its erotic honey!

There in the midst of night
under the flickering streetlight
playing with trickery mosquitoes
scribbling some masterful strokes of light
on the canvas of darkness
i saw you standing...with the hazy mist
which always waltzes with your breath.
I stood in front of you
tried to seduce you with my glimpses
as you looked at me like Tarzan
watching some uppity ape!
I moved closer...
so closer...to you poesy
as my chest touched your breast
and i felt like a raw nerve exploded
eroded
some where deep...some thing new
and all of a sudden
you evaniscenced
mixing with the mystic mist!

Lystening to the sounds of bells
sounded by the ruined temple
when i am in my mothers womb
which resonated with
my creative ideas
that evoke...when im helpless
without a pen and paper
not even with some language to express
and that is when i found you...poesy
some where deep
like a spark meditating...kissing the unsoundness of my mind
in the continuum of imagination and reality.
That is when i felt hybrid
that is when i felt upgraded
and that is when
i laughed away my life
and all i felt
all i saw
only because of you dear
...my lover
my enemy
my friend
my everything...!


[ A heavy night ]
on May 8. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
A heavy night
effloresenced to a cool day.
The winds blew from west
traveled east...
easing my breath
pleasing my heart.
Poignant aroma of damp mud
suffused my senses
as the steams of water evoked from depths of soil.
Rinsing the road
water rushed into drainage
stained my heart...multicolored
and grabbed my emotions
my sad yesterday
causing an intriguing lift of lips
...smirking
with satisfaction and
enlightenment.
Agitation of hands
across my roughly scattered beard
invented the deepest thoughts
invaded the sadest of them
introduced light to my ideas
as i saw a magnolia...blooming!
The sky never trembled then after
not even rumbled or stumbled
and remained moaning
singing the hymns
to orchestra of the winds
trying to amuse my muscles
and kindle my intelligence
as the nature beautified itself as a bride
trying to impress me
with her virginity!


[ With the winds ]
on May 24. © ROHITH, All rights reserved

With the winds, I float like a leaf
with the breeze, I danced like a loaf
Waves touched my feet, raising my senses
as my unconscious mind gropes
Confusion!
Frustration!
of invisibly getting dumped into enlightenment
as I heard that tragic music
coming from horizon where sun ever suicides
opening myself
tearing my emotions
with an unknown eloquence
remarkable tussles
incorporating the light of endless glory
forcing me to smell that aroma of ink
which invisibly embedded an untamed idea
to write!


August Rush:

"[opening voice-over] Listen. Can you hear it? The music. I can hear it everywhere. In the wind... in the air... in the light. It's all around us. All you have to do is open yourself up. All you have to do... is listen."


Self suffering
on May 24. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
In the corner of the room
i hugged my reflection
unaware of the tendency of my mind
to wait for solitude
and loose virginity to poetry
which is the only way to seduce the reason of my
self suffering.


Surreal room
on May 25. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Like a dog i chased this word, surreal
never noticing the one chasing me...poetry!
I sat in a mulish way
as an idea germinated with a rush
like a crouching lion about to spring.
Wet time continued to tickle my brevity
like a trickster...trying to exploit the power of my
unused nerves.
Trying to culminate the intellectual rhythms of nerves
squirting out from the depths of my oppressed soul
i blew in air...
like a kite runner trying to make it float with wind
not knowing the kite's wish is to become a jade.
Witty strokes of unreasonable thoughts
stuck my mind like some gum
as i hummed...innovating the depths of my poetry
which left me all alone in a colorful room
where the reality became elastic
and truth became lie...
glittered the post-modernistic temptation
to explore the expressionalistic mentality
in that surreal room!


[ Tearing the sky ]
on May 28. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Tearing the sky
storms and thunders grunted
eliting the trees!

First rain drop fell
floating like angel, like dead leaf
rinsing my brevity.

Gestures of steams
driven the beauty of craziness
to mingle with my soul.

Charmed by enthralling
rhythms of mesmerizing rain
my heart became wet!

Strokes of poetry
in the ruined part of my heart
reverberated unconsciously!
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Publication Date: 08-14-2010

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