The female divination

I am high on estrogen
Hip size nein zero
Trieste pas beacoup
உணர்வுகள்  high fever

Sex ain’t perversion
Sacred is my biology
Without which there is no human race



Don’t gawk at me
Don’t awe at me
It’s just the female divine

I don’t have to race
Don’t have to run
I am already the pinnacle of evolution

Never the less I was present

Time passes 

Youth passes

Ambitions passes 

Tears pass

so does the innocent laughters

Love passes 

Faith passes 

despair passes

emptinesss passes

but now filled with alien emotions not familiar

excitement passes

Frustation passes

Defeat passes

anger passes

So does the will power to destroy everything on your path

ego passes

self passes

selflessness passes

helplessness passes

so does the impulse to react to agony

left behind is me, with memories of everything that passed by... 

will let everything passby in a recurrent loop again... 

And one day I will pass away

the earth will pass away

and more will pass away 

Never the less I was present... to pass away.. 

WINK

For his first love three feet and  nine inches high
His white pants and shirt, blue belt and tie, black shoes and socks
Were muddling along with his roars of tantrums….
Gifted was he for a fair mother and lover…
Oh! but our hero was so far from fair…
He was Calvin

Winning the award of tantrums….
Dragging his accomplice Hobbes….
Defeating the seven mounds of sands…..
And three inched sticks of white haired toddlers…
He retreated behind – his banyan tree….

Looking at the brooch,
Savoring his victory,
Wrapped it in a stolen golden paper
Wrote    “To my love Susie’s………..”
Hobbes asked “Susie’s what??”
He WINKED AND SAID “SUSIE’S MOM”.
AND THAT’S HOW CALVIN NEVER MARRIED :p 

Knots

Knots

Besides the window
On the creaking old bed
Crouched and curled beneath the crumpled blanket,
With a worn golden ring,
a torn tainted foto ,
a glass of water,
There hid the most beautiful woman, I ever knew…

Silence was her speech,
Tears were her window,
I walked towards her,
gazed  for a moment or so,
Turned, wiped my tears….
Lifted and gave her wrinkled hand, the fingers of my just born only son – her great grandson..

Serendipity – She smiled
And
For the first time in twenty years she spoke,
Yes, With a word not uttered, She spoke…
“With a thousand woolen knots that embraced my son,
Knitted with love and last of her strength.”
And That’s My GreatGrandmother.

My little sister

I don't remember the swollen belly of mommy
I don't even remember your face...
or how u looked like when u were a baby...
or anything about the hospital you were born in...
but why is this day so damn unforgettable...
Its like I didn't exist before this day...

I remember distinctly racing on the scooter because u were born..
I remember they told me not to touch you...
but you were mine...
So I was angry..
I would sneak in to cradle you... touch you...

Aaah... I remember now what I remember...
It felt like magic...
It was the first time i felt true joy in the long 3 years I had lived.....
Voila! It was the first memory I made....



How many every alzheimer's I would pass through...
or how many ever alternate realites I would jump through...
I can't forget touching you my sweet little sister.
I can't forget how this little soul fused with mine forever.

Why don't you to come to my Neverland.

At the brink of the sea...
I sat there pulling the sun away from sinking into the red sea...
painting the sky blue so that its just the right hue...
getting the waves flow up and down the shore gently...
and waiting for you to get into the window of my neverland....

I see, you don't see the window...
you see a clown pulling the sun,
painting clumsy little white clouds..that is just going to drench herself...
you see my ragged clothes..
and bulged up eyes that haven't slept for a century now..
a century, waiting for you.
You see everything but the window...

You were just right next to me....
watching the whole world...
you watched the kitten pooping next door..
you saw my laundry piling up on the floor...
you saw the postbox vomiting unread mails...
the world wars and the golden stocks&shares...
You see everything but the window...

But I remember once when you were drunk,
I silently kidnapped you like peter pan into my neverland..
we saw mermaids and bell towers with princesses,
we saw a peacock with rainbow feathers...
we soared high and never landed back..
We were like the phoenix shedding every day's past
and always being born for the future....
But I see that you were drunk...

I am scared... that now I can't go into neverland alone...
not without ur breath on my shoulder
or that magical smile of yours that enticed me into this blissful boon...
without you I will just rip the colors of my neverland...
Without you I will be no phoenix,
I will just have a past and never look for a future...
Without you my neverland is crumbling...
Without your sweet little touch on my bare skin,
I am afraid I can never open the window of my NEVERLAND....

Please, Why don't you come to my never land...

in the vintage frame.

Through the golden vintage frame..
I see the beautiful drapes...
the window...
my coffee cup in white fragile ceramic with the silver lining.....

candle lit after dark...
laughter filling in for music...
tears held through hugs...
and overemotional friend who would do anything for me...

day dreaming a valid past time..
faraway places seen through the words of nomads...
everything looked precious...
the ink, the paper,the blonde and blue eyes...
paintings made by hand....
empathy ruling your head...
I want to live in this antique dream...
and be Human...