Art

Moon-arms, a numb frozen smile

Plastered pear flesh glued to beguile

Trim-chiselled nose Flask -filled brook eyes

In Electrifying enormous silence

Dead Desert's Dune on parched lavender lips

And Puffed parasol of Emerald Silk for the naked ribs

With all blandishments, the sculpture, Incised in glamorous clay

Well equipped to battle the ageing Play

Tis Touting Infinity to the sublimity of Art

Poor Statue knows not  Stygian valves of Human Heart

Can Mona Lisa ever feel the anguish of snow on Head?

How do Keats' well accounted Urn can sense

The remorseful hours , kicks and pricks when ashes end end burn

How the high-mettled Holy Grail can narrate the Blood's tale?  

Can foreign Stone explain the pelvic outbursts?

From a thousand- yeared-womb instead of bud ; when Volcano erupts?

Dear well versed, artistic sorcerers to turn your Art Eternal

Humans are sacrificed on Altars to be ultimate Mortals

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I will Remember you no more

He knew I  was a meagre  frosty blue flame

To test my patience he went up the sky

His cloud yawned and drizzled on me showers of thunder

He muddled in my blood

He filled my every heart's sac

I rose again 

I flickered back

 

Today, i have stabbed my own heart

 I have Spilled open my each vein

Beneath, besides, behind i can see

I am drenched, I am deluged and thoroughly wet

The trails of myself are now red

No matter even if i don't survive

I hav promised to myself

I will let you go

I will let you free

I will remember you no more

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Doppelgänger

With the advent of winter,
I shall blanket my noxious soul,
In fur-lined coats, ski boats and magenta mufflers
Yes my this tightly cloaked camouflage will shield me against meadows of mist
While my baker-miller pink nose, my blue-gray hands and snow frozen lips
Will help me bury deep my venomous devil
But if ever the yellow stampeding dews blew away the frothy cotton of back clouds
I am scared, I am afraid
The fair-eyed sun would glare through my flesh
It would align me straight in the monolithic front of mighty monsters
And would send me to long hours of slumber

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Oh Dying Sallow Eagle 

Other than you...
Who else knows better?
The Dawn's and Dusk's tinge of Colour,
The lioness Sun,
The Maiden's Moon,
The Balmy Breeze,
And the Sky shouldering her Vanities,
From River's Billow to Willow trees

Sky longs to see you wheeling down
Circling and swerving round and round
She yearns to get numb
In Thy Featherish Flutter
Against the temple of Air...

Wake up Sallow Eagle!
Cloud's Steeps and slopes are still to be curled
On Bride-to-be-Sky knit some Pearls
Preen to Perch High
Soar with roar...
Fly somewhere Far in the Ringletted Sky
Wake up Sallow Eagle!
Take for the Duchess Sky an enormous flight

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Rustling zephyr mutes moaning murmurs of crinkling crisp leaves
Like sobs of dreamers are zipped to see their castles swirled beneath big wheels
(Paras Ali)

Crime

Let us we

You and Me...

Commit a Crime

In the sinless world

If  not in time

Then in space utterly divine

Disfigure your Angelic soul

on the heightened heaven's pole

Scream my name

then i will do the same

Standing on the farthest mount of East

This way

Someday

Our Echoes will meet

The distance of life and Death will breach....

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