Deprived Arms

What convinced
this supple face of a moon
into marrying a cripple,
the night?

Maybe Black was pious
and all that White needed
was to trip into a love
that let it palpitate
a heart within a cage?

Maybe that which is less
is the true infinity,
replete with depleting dots -
a revelation
that frees.

Endless darkness,
is perhaps, light in essence?
Disability, a bestowal,
a power, in a sense?

Moons dangle
in leafless branches -
love is often found
in deprived arms.

Renouncing the Act

Juggling two eyes,
I humour the Universe,
being.

I humour Time,
seeing.

Struggling to rise,
Vision screams -

"Time is a tumour
blooming like a lie,
a tie on your eyes.

Rise, do not see,
do not be.

Life was the rumour
that killed you and yet
never killed you.

Joker- ace, Poker Face -
give up, give up the game!
Look, how Passion billed you,
built you.
Do not, do not build 'you'.

Rise, Ace -
give up, give up the struggle.
Juggle, if you may,
your two selves...
once and for all."

Refuge

Riches followed roots

and then he mentioned 'refuge' -

grandfather is long gone

but his stories refuse

to depart from the mansions

of my memory.

A cane chair and his depleting form -

he talked of his homeland, his princedom -

so unreal, thought I.

He couldn't have been a boy,

charming the cows into a deluge.

He was only an old antique of a man,

reliving the days of his refuge.

"And so we escaped, my dear -

we quit what was not to be:

childhood and home and father,

all turned history."

"I lost my all to the Partition;

I quit what was not to be.

But dear, you must know

that my loss set me free."

"They say of us, that we fled

for life and a future,

for adventure, for destiny,

for struggle, for identity."

"True. And I must tell you:

History is just a story -

what matters is the moral,

not the fact."

Being, Seeing

I am in a room
infected with normalcy -
the ticker - tape of life
crawls before my eyes.

The man who stoops,
the woman who whoops -
see me a drug -
my body is but a bottle.

I'm looked at, talked to
and left untouched.
Untouched by these machines
at full throttle,
I exist a flame in a bottle.

Who's unleashed this sorry tape?
Can I escape,
vision?

Rubbing my eyes
will not let the genie out.

To Infinity

There's a room in my heart I never built;
there's an idol in it I never kept.
And yet I have gone there at times and wept;
knelt, worshipped and also forgotten guilt.

There's a space in my mind that sprung a chasm
and through it I often escape a spring.
Penetrated, I'm empty, I'm nothing!
There's a hollow that leads me to orgasm.

Have you ever seen two galaxies mate?
Outstretched their arms, they spin a unity -
I have revelled in such oneness aplenty.

There's a field in my view that I relate
to dots and their indivisibility;
there's a way I know... to 'infinity'.

Feelings

It isn't difficult, believe me -
I'll always hold the lantern,
help you retrieve me,
conceive me
a poem.

Let me perch on your lips awhile -
a word, a memory, a gasp.
Let me ask
of you, feelings.

It isn't difficult, believe me -
looking at me, not wanting,
wanting to leave me -
not difficult, wanting to weave me,
a poem.

Let me walk with you a mile -
not a body, not a shadow.
Know me a window
to your feelings.

It isn't difficult, believe me -
I'll always hold the lantern,
help you retrieve me,
conceive me
a poem.

Let me ask of you, feelings.

When Father Danced

Another winter waited in the hallway -
to corrupt you with its touch.
I saw you rise, tears in your eyes,
you didn't look at me when you looked at me.

"Make way", said I to myself,
"let his shame walk out, unnoticed."
Father, if there is a man I have loved,
it's you.

But you were to break free that day.
You disappeared before my eyes
when I saw you dance to the music
that was within.

Never have I loved you more
but in that moment -
bravest man, freest man,
you freed me of the feeling of loss.