Monday, November 30, 2009

Never knew what will happen to these words of wisdom, a five minutes outpouring wound on this sanitary napkin paper. On this backpage- I am confused obverse or reverse- I desire to gush out the turbulence in a loud and leviathan amount. But it is impossible to overcome the aspects of mortality and give form to the sap of thoughtful existence. I love to think of erasing myself from this parchment and make use of prophylactics-the arch disgracer of william empson- to cut out the nuisance of useless progeny . It only replaces I. It swallows. It creates. It unearths. It permeates. It hollows the dome of restless encounter and secretes a fatal nectar. An elixir of death! A liquid hope, a transient assurance, a cavalier charisma. It is Brahma, or brahman and one, the I ,we surrender to it.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

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To talk of love is no consolation, although it is an obsession unmitigated.Several times it has surfaced and simmered down for lack of voice.

In a thatched hut of unalloyed poverty resided a Golden Eagle, very wise and verbose. It had flown from distant canyons and traveled with travails, before it settled down in a cage of earthly love.

Once, it decided to clip its withered feathers and break its bent beak. Upon that instant, a distant knock fell on the door.

The sage-like eagle regally awaited this moment. It sighed love! Said "Love".

The Eagle closed its eyes, opened the door and let the chilling wind settle in.

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Thursday, November 5, 2009

INVENTORY

While the heart pines

And eyes on a misty dream do sail

Body lingers on a beautiful song

Soul, too swift, too tender, too frail.

Love found an ancient turn

To wave, to weep and went.

While I searched sequestered scenes

For fulsome atonement.

A heavy duplex fog-memorial,

I find, was founded on memory.

Your frowns, your smiles, your surreal sounds

Benignly buried under me.

Since then, comely questions raised

In flesh and blood, I brood no more.

A mall of mega-sale morbid inventory

Displays distant dandy dummies of yore.

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Omkar kulkarni