The keris of lion love (original)

the lions of my heart including me
have a core of honest creativity
around which spiral all the moments
of their being
between the core and outward-moving moments
is a luminescent space called love
if you find yourself in that place
thank your stars
it may be scary full of strong energy
but you’ll never find anything else like it
what if I met another lion
and the spirals of our moments
intertwined like dna
what kind of love would we make
my love has always fared best in outer space
which cools the nuclear heat of love in me
what if I met another spiral galaxy
and gravitation pulled us into one
all I can think is holy fuck
the purpose of that lion space of love
is to mediate the moments of our lives
to help the ones we’re drawn to
find the core of us
what if I met another lion and
the space of love in each of us
in equal brilliance canceling the other
let us see each other’s cores
with no intervening light
and the space and light of love became a passage
love became a cushion, a poem
love became a feather in the wind
oh, to dance around the center
of another honest lion
and watch him dance around the core of me
holy fuck
what an amazing thing that would be

payaso-lage 2

A story in punctuation marks, words and short phrases, derived from a board message timeline
spanning Day and Evening of India’s 60th Year of Independence.
(yaaaay!)
Illustrating that:
– Writers and non-writers alike are people too;
– Even clowning around can take long to write and edit.
– Stubbornness may not be a good thing in a non-writer.
Just clowning around two.

hmmm

The board is quiet

holiday time
holiday holiday
want to take a nap

..
good one from Som
that’s funny

…..
hmmm, that Circus thing from s

…nice…
…that Slate thing, ha-ha,
suckitude!
…I’m bad enough!
[laughs at self]

hmm, that stuff is not so bad…
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[work break]
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good rhyming from Pushpa
..
new one from ahsan-ji
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Seekersought story
good!
..
where is d.i.’s ghazal?
..
ah, that one from avinash
..
Josna’s sorry…

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no new s
..
funny, that Radha piece
gotta comment
later
needs thinking

..
Mukesh revision
nice
..
so much good stuff

something from s now
danger? damger? doesn’t spell check title?
sheesh
….
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wah!

comment?
no comment?
later comment?

he can be tough…

ah, Pallavi

[PM break]
Gopika’s back

nice comments

[PM break]

wanna comment on at least six posts
too busy…
….
[enter courageous conscience]
hmmmm excuses
you wanna comment on the damger thing
but you’re scared…

am not
are too

nahin nahin nahin
haan haan haan

nope
yup

no no no no no
yes yes yes yes yessss
and why?
……
he’s smart and tough
….
and

I like his work

and

I try to write like he does
….
now we’re getting somewhere

I feel like a kid writing to him
..
why? you’re not a kid

I do not know
it’s a puzzle!
leave me alone!


OK OK
have it your way

just promise me

what?
….
you’ll comment later

I will
….
[exit courageous conscience]



..
tomorrow!
hehehehe 😛

[falls asleep]
z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z
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[ad infinitum]

tap-tap…
[sigh]…
…….
tap-tap taptaptap… taptap… tap.
…….
…….
arre!
shit!
…….
tap-tap-tap… taptaptaptaptaptttappp
arghhh!
…sigh…
why didn’t I see that sooner?
[tea break]
[2 incoming calls, one sms)
…………………….
shit.
my reason is b—
na… in flames
tap tap tap tap tap tappppp-tap-tap
asleep
wish I was now!
asleep at the wheel
asleep in bed
asleep in the hills
alseep in its cocoon
sheesh!
[incoming from Mumbai]
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[smoke break]

tap tap taptaptap tap tap tapp ppptap
tap-tap taptaptap… taptap… tap…
tap-tap taptaptap… taptap… tap.tap-tap tap-tap-tap… taptap… tap…
asleep in its chrysalis
tap-tap taptaptap… taptap… tap!
haan haan
ji haan ya ya yup yes yessss
haan
that’s it…
click post
and
twiddle thumbs
await &
count comments
….
….
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[patience break]
huh?
no comments yet?
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[patience breaks]
damn!
………….
[smoke break]
thumb twiddlng continues
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[meditation break]
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[smoke break]
thumb twiddlng continues
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[smoke break]
thumb twiddlng continues
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[meditation break]
[falls asleep]
z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z
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[ad infinitum]

Title trans: payaso -Sp. clown; -lage -Fr. suffix -ing.
Text trans: ad infinitum -Latin unending, to infinity.

payaso-lage 1

three wishes to you on the fifth of not-may
your eyes would teach well if you came in the day
your wearing your hat can’t be taken from me
high winds in the skies blow e-ghosts to Delhi
don’t use or abuse me just give me some space
cold-calling’s not gracious and I value grace
the question was yours when you took me to task
three answers were given though I didn’t ask

three wishes to you on the fifth of not-may
your wearing your hat can’t be taken from me
don’t use or abuse me just give me some space
the question was yours when you took me to task
your eyes would teach well if you came in the day
high winds in the skies blow e-ghosts to Delhi
cold-calling’s not gracious and I value grace
three answers were given though I didn’t ask

the question was yours when you took me to task
don’t use or abuse me just give me some space
your wearing your hat can’t be taken from me
three wishes to you on the fifth of not-may
three answers were given though I didn’t ask
cold-calling’s not gracious and I value grace
high winds in the skies blow e-ghosts to Delhi
your eyes would teach well if you came in the day

A short nonsense exercise…

Words and phrases sampled from board posts and comments over the past day or so, amalgamated with bits of my mind, and twisted to fit the rhyme and rhythm patterns of the first two lines built.

After the ditty was built, each pair of lines was flipped, then the pairs sets were shuffled more or less randomly. Thus the first stanza.

Then, the pairs of lines were pulled apart and positioned a1/b1/c1/d1/a2/b2/c2/d2, making complete nonsense. This is the second stanza.

Finally, the order of lines was inverted, outside edges to center. The result is the third stanza, a totally nonsensical story of pulled punches and ire, with a two-way birthday wish in the center.

Title trans: payaso -Sp. clown; -lage -Fr. suffix -ing.
The 1 in the title comes from numbers in the ditty – three plus three is six minus five is one.

In other words, just clowning around for once.

Perfect (open-ended)

Two-thousand-meters-high
icey-pristine.

Soft, warm and welcome
as mothers (can be).

Powerful, valiant,
just like my dad.

Pear-sweet crisp-apple-ish
classically bad.

Noblesse oblige
of the high-wired kind.

A mind soaked in honesty,
gulabi-style.

Compassion in person
for all that you meet.

You’re superb and more,
you just can’t be beat.

You’re perfect,
spectacular,
hey, did you know?
Here’s my applause,

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Masala lines

(now then now)
I send my prayers on winds
to clear a fog of mind
all smiles to dry
some very hidden tears
a kiss to smooth
that noble worried brow
my gentle hands to take away
the briers you strew yourself
as half a lifetime’s ritual
unthorn your voice and live
your gifts will still be there
when pain subsides
now here’s a key to free you

(then to now)
oh! how I loved to run with you
up wooden stairs
you took them two-by-two
a leap or three
into the lakes of night
without much thought
of what
we’d find below
the lakes are filled
with rains of others’ hearts
as well as mine
and seeing you
is hard to do
with eyes salt-blind
the shadow of your tree-dark mind
obscures your ancient silly verse
for you not me
deewar jaisi
although I stand
on slipping stones
my balance serves me very well
I dance the stones and never fall
though sun sifts gold into my eyes
from edges of your typhooned nights

(the key)
now come and tear me up once more
it’s me for you and you for me
the phoenix rises every time
to offer you this winey love
and when you’re cold
enrobe your shoulders
with a chadar soft amd warm
stamp your feet
my prayers are in your pocket
mixed with all my loving kindness
can you hear them
don’t they sound like tiny bells
now chale jao if you must go
and if you choose to stay awhile
for now a month or four or more
you’ll chale jao one day I know

(now and always)
the only song I whistle well
is what I whistle as I wait
the key to you is key to free
the free of you is key to me
the key to you is in my hand
now take it with all love

Mood indigo

in this quiet indigo place
where lake slides over shore
or shore’s dark hands reach into lake
where rain surprises grass
to beat it into reed and water-hyacinth
in this indigo quiet
cloud glances down and back
with coyness as it moves away
a mayfly shimmers in the sun
transparent buzzing scents
in this quiet indigo place

in this indigo quiet
where sense of you slides over me
or sense of me reaches into you
where storms of you erode in me
the caves that house your love
in this quiet indigo place
you move away come back
and watch me as you move away again
art simmers in the summer sun
wanting you transparently
in this indigo quiet

– remembered this old poem when I read shrimoyee’s comment on her Read Meet, 27th July ’07 post at Ryze Caferati — she says correcting a poem draft for punctuation and grammar often makes the poem seem to lose something – that’s often the case for me too.

Characters like offerings

Characters like offerings
thrown on oceans
under shifting skies,
bob up and down
on sparkled wavelets of desire,
where force of gravitas
pulls focus on a single all to all
that sucks in hard,
and spits back out again.
With quiet noise like summer dawns,
they twist and turn and slide
beneath the summer sun,
then run to catch the
summer supersonic transport flight
that carries them to thoughts
of summer heat and passion,
summer sex and love.

– to Ahsan, thanks for sweet reveries on nature, the ocean, changing light and summer.
– to Mukesh, thanks for thoughts about cinematography and filmmaking.