Stability

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Sprinkle black peppers please
over my yellow omelette
Like a gold dust drizzle over sea
I whiff yellow yolk and peppered glaire – partly stewed
and chew my fingers
Where is my omelette?
Oh..
Oh my…
It is raining black pepper dust!
My eyes blister
Rain keep coming down the street
Yet no water to launder my eyes
Red liquid choked my eyes
Like a omelette, with added spice…
Water billowing up from between her legs
made me cry, metallic stomp;
I hit a hipster on the neck with crow beak
Liquid red salt ran all over pepper dust on the street;
I later stand on my feet and a parrot kiss me good bye
I bite her mandible, she screech in ecstasy!
A baby elephant laughs in pleasure from a distance,
I smirk at her sorely
she walks towards me, in two legs
rolls her trunk and make black capsules
she suckle me capsules
A glass of water please!!!

For readers who couldn’t follow the flow, I have tried to illustrate the mind of the protagonist who is suffering from Schizophrenia (A chronic and severe mental disorder that affects how a person thinks, feels, and behaves) and has unclear or confused thinking symptoms. Though the illusions are surreal, it exists for him. The protagonist is hospitalized and the events described above are his delusions which are the by-products of realism or hyperboles of actual happenings.

ExampleNurse feeding pills is paralleled/compared with baby elephant

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Orange Claw Hammer

This song by the legendary ‘Captain Beefheart’ from his album Trout Mask Replica will enthral you.. Of course I was completely blown away..

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A thick cloud caught a piper cub’s tail
The match struck blue on a railroad rail
The old puff horse was just pullin’ through
And a man wore a pegleg forever

I’m on the bum where the hobos run
The air breaks with filthy chatter
Oh I don’t care there’s no place there, don’t think it matters

My skin’s blazin’ through and my clothes in tatters
And the railroad look like a “why” up the hill of ladders

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Godly Conversations…

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Me: Dear God…

God: Yes God

Me: You are the god!

God: Why do you think so?

Me: you created us. You are the ultimate source for this universe, the vigour for everything that ‘exists

God: No, you created you… You are God!

Me: I created me?

God: Of course… God!

Me: Who created you?

God: Me? We ain’t diverse

Me: Am not clear, alright… What after death?

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Donkey and the paint bucket

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The sun red as apple wine candy
Hot maroon mud burnt black donkey ass
Made him stand, his legs tied diagonally;
I feed him saffron Mo-thee papers
He bray in anguish
Hee- haw! Hee- haw! Hee- haw!

White paint in a white bucket
I mix green lizard eggs and wax and
Stir… stir… stir…
Pour more red ink and spicy lemon pickle and
Stir… stir… stir…
mix coconut oil for scent
Spray more orange sand for color and tooth paste and
Stir… stir… stir…
I hoot at donkey eyes; he curiously gaze

Liquid saffron Paint and old brush
I Paint my cheeks
I Paint my temple
I Paint Donkey lips
I Paint Donkey neck
I paint Donkey Ass!
and We stand in sun…
Hee- haw! Hee- haw! Hee- haw!

Thanks Note

Dear friends,

It gives me immense pleasure & pride to announce that I have reached a milestone of 100 followers.. Never imagined it would happen… Humbled 🙏🏻Each one of you are diamonds…

Though I am inactive for 2 months now, I sincerely appreciate and thank all my friends who read my content, trusted me and followed me. Pleasure is mutual!!!

The love for literature and creativity united us here.. Frankly speaking you guys are immensely talented than most of the writers who published books in the market.. I looked up great writers out there, stumbled with the amount of variety & commitment you people show towards writing. You keep me inspiring!

The comments I received are to be saved & framed… wish someone does that on my birthday… Reading your comments & appreciations are the greatest pleasure I could ever get in my life.

I will definitely come back ASAP & enthrall you with my poetries, till then, take care & stay in touch… I know I have a lot to catch up😀

* This post is not spell checked or Grammer checked .. My apologies!!

See ya all very soon!! Lot of hugs 😊😊

Let the joy of writing & reading prevail…

Housefly on a Watermelon

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She is shy, she is starkers
amongst bunch of blusher flies
suckin’ red juice in a boat shaped
greenish white rotten melon caps
lay cross near garbage cans
she hum like a throat slit honey bee
the vibrations silent as bus horn
in peak Chennai traffic;

She milk thy sour juice
romancing flesh ‘mandingo’ flies
Yet
her compound eyes aimed
them, red fruit arranged precipitously
on a punctured blue tricycle
despairingly…

The old puff dog cracked chicken claw
with his torn jaw
And tricycle man wore a black
varicose Vein cover  — spiralled legs
He chase thy swarm of flies on a war
for sliced red melons
with a cloth in tatter, don’t think it matter
powdered red chillies in salt water!

She swirl towards wine red melons
Smilin’on tricycle, harder;
His wings took to air like a bomber
She pierce musca abdomens
akin kerosene queue Indians
her thorax jolted by cotton cloth strike
often she twist through cloth holes

Alas she manage
to suck mesocarp juice,
it was spicy; powdered chilly
mixed with hot melon water;
she loved the rind juice instead!
She fly back with open antennas
Housefly on Watermelon…

Save Jallikattu!!

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As a Tamilian i am forced to write this post, This ain’t my usual poetry or literature, so kindly ignore any grammatical mistake… As  Tamilians and citizens of India, we are  deeply hurt by this Jallikattu issue… Millions of people are gathered in Marina beach, Chennai because  Jallikattu is our tradition, it is our culture… it is in our blood, it is being practised for 10k years (This number might stun you, but then we have carbon dated proofs ). How can we let it go? When Supreme Court passed a verdict to ban Jallikattu hearing the Plea from PETA an American NGO,. as  Indians we felt we were let down!

North Indian Medias doesn’t pay much attention to this issue, not only to this issue, but any Tamil issue for that matter… When a soldier is killed in the border, he is termed as  an ‘Indian Soldier’ , but when a fisherman from Tamil Nadu is killed by  Srilankan Navy, The headline would be, ‘Tamil Fisherman is killed’ , ain’t he a fisherman from India? ain’t he your brother? Will they dare to write or read ‘A punjabi Soldier is dead?’ This is just one example… There are plenty!

The protest which is happening is for Jallikattu, but then that is only a spark. This is an emotional outburst of all the depression, suppression & anxiety, buried  deeply in our hearts & minds for decades…

Am not here to explain why Jallikattu is not an animal cruelty, there are thousands of videos & Articles to explain it. But I am here to make my non Tamil speaking friends to understand our plight. We wanted to be in India, scream for Dhoni & Kohli, but if this trend continues, then we are afraid we ll lose our Indian identity. We lost our trust on North Indian medias, but we believe our North Indian friends, that’s because all the North Indian friends who reside in Tamil Nadu are participating in the protest…

Finally, I request all my friends to spread our sentiments to all your friends, this should be a national protest, We can’t watch an American NGO come to our soil and dictate what to do in India! Friends we came to Delhi when Anna Hazare protested. Now, we request you to come to chennai, Please give your shoulders, we need you!! Vazhga Tamil, Jai Hind!!!

After Death – 3. The Voyage with the Lights

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Disintegrated reminiscences are
no more sensed;
Asymmetrical white crystals and
bright circular cubes are
psychosomatic optical time illusions
Vaporised Deja vus are
transmuted white light particles and
radiant silver diminutive tesseracts
on a hyper ride to parallel universe,
quadrillions of light years away;
light particles are
disseminated memories
transiting copious wormholes and
colossal black holes,
bending space-time continuum
Memoirs of deads are
infinitum wavelength
Itinerant in vacuum hyper-loops;
Collisions of protons are
memory bombardments
shifting time travel between realities
Speed of light is accelerated on
quantum excitations of photons
performing luminous stellar death rolls
transmogrifying particles of light
crushed to singularity, later
forming patterns of head
and patterns of tail
inside scalar tachyonic field
Collisions of by-products, decays
rapidly to arrive at ‘The Entrance

After Death – 2. Puking Memories

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Eyes of mother
Face of mother
Fatherly whiffs
Black shoe polish
Understanding genders
Attracting genders
Rank holders
Daddy outings with brother
Mom twisted my thigh meat
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After Death – 1.Where am I?

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My mind — bluish wobbly-dizzy;
An excruciating numbness
sojourn in my brain
A nightmare? – I thought…
More pragmatic
than an anarchistic dream
A nihilistic delusion
A fabricated illusion;
My mind pugnaciously conscious
hops between the idealistic realism
and exaggerated emotional surrealism
I couldn’t intellect my pate…
This perpetual intolerable pain
inside my brain, which I couldn’t feel
Is mind inside or outside?
I relentlessly hear the sound of void
empty rhythms…
No I don’t hear; or do I?
am i breathing?
I dont feel the oxygen
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