MIND FORMS

Every stroke of brush on the white,
Painting my mind or tainting it..
'Cause how do I know what's mind,
"MIND FORMS" I intend to create,
"What is my mind?"
"Is it space?", but as I think so...
Oh! Did i think thoughts?? Or were they words that my mind became...
Thoughts or words? As i decide,
Hues colliding in relieving waves,
Wash the last of the words or thoughts - the scripted mind,
As I am not thinking for once...
Comfortably numb in the hues I become,
My mind a formless space and so my art,
Thus became my art "MIND FORMS"

BRAIN, DREAMS AND VEINS

My head is a cluster of dreams,
Separated I am from them by a merciless glass,
Yet they are in me,
Oh! I wanna break this modular cheat,
As I try I hear inside my head,
Buzz of my brain growing louder and louder,
Cutting my brains till my dreams fade.

There is a bird battering against my chest,
Plucking it's white feathers bloody.

Then it breaks,
But not the Janus face,
I thought it looked like scattered pieces of watermelon
And the butchered bird.

A CUPBOARD

My faded scented brown,
Knows no origin, no beginning.
Yet since inception do I stand,
The geometric cube that I ever was and ever am!
By every dusk I score some dust
And become a spanned sabbatical rest,
Things come inside me and go out in spans,
And in me you find an odd assortment of those.
Ah! Odd they call it.
Creeps and Crawls find home in me,
Yet tranquil I be,
Isolate from mad conundrum,
Time does not exist for me, I sing my song of of silence.
By accident they do see me like an awkward construction..
And in a confused miserable flash I am forgotten again
Yet I be...

ONE WHO CAME AND LEFT

His name means wind in the Indian,
So he did come,
Gushing wholly into my mind, into my life.
A shock of the initial contact gently revealing,
The cosmic knowledge.
And sanctum it was for me,
Soaking me in the continuous osmosis of music.

His name means wind in the Indian,
So he did go,
Leaving me scavenging on a motley of memories.
Shamelessly baroque..Was he a dream in life?,
A desert mirage or a beautiful lie?
Disarmed I drown in the sepulchral doom..