For the love of lime

from sweet lips...

Twas a wet clone of sun kissed
yellow, wallowing in its blues.
Cursed it was to an insipid life
we men wallow without clues.

Chopped halves of it's brothers
draped in salt black and white
colored no more his sepia walls
in ironic smiles or pure delight

Tickling fingers five groped him
as nerves white in dismay froze.
Blurred horizon of buzzing bees
now in symphony slowly arose.

Not just another mortal it was
for his primrose bud had burst
squirting away sweet dribble
in moans of  a quenched thirst.

                                                                                               ...to a sour taste.

                                                                         Crooked nails reeking of  earth
                                                                         mangled and choked in smoke
                                                                         now suffused in a virgin's slime
                                                                         innocence and love provoked

                                                                         Stained flesh garbed an unripe
                                                                         boy's wish, cloaking him blind
                                                                         as rusted silver sliced the skin
                                                                         only for cannibal lips to grind

                                                                         Slapped hard he awoke to air
                                                                         stinking in his brethren's jest.
                                                                         Blushing in shame he curled
                                                                         to the calls of  a sinful incest.

                                                                        Lies they all are, told in tales
                                                                        of lasting love and sure fates.
                                                                        Unrequited lives we survive
                                                                         in search of  credulous baits.

~lying lips and lusty quips never did any harm ~

My Devil's Eye

In the whirlpool of dust we scrambled

for a treasure that was untimely lost.

Fighting a scalding summer heat

covered not even by  its insurance cost.

Close to my heart it was,

winning me many a great bloody war.

In the world of marbles, my “devil’s Eye”

embellished with a gory battle scar.

On a mission to redeem pride we dug,

into the muddy earth and flea infested lands.

Alas! The ice cream man had struck his gong,

rainbow candies loaded in his dirty hands.

As the recovery team erratically broke apart

rummaging for coins their pockets would hold.

I too childishly groped with an excited face,

only to find a rusty coin so surprisingly cold.

As I swiped away the sweat, secretly longing

for a bite at the colored frozen cone.

Buried into a forgotten past was the quest

for my mistress of misery; the shining glassy stone.

As I hid my face in shame,

a captain without money, a general stripped of fame.

A friendly shoulder pulled me close,

my alter ego marching a path to save my name.

He was just a minion in my gang,

a helping hand who truthfully tagged along.

Until destiny pointed me to the same person,

in whom my trust to eternity safely would belong.

Sucking the sole lemon ice, as we walked

Into the orange horizon, our heads held high.

Memories of my lucky charm grew wings,

into a deserted history it began to fly.

Neither tears of despair be shed

nor a sorrow wail would ever again pine.

For, a loss had led to brotherly love,

A lifelong gain forever to be mine. 

PS: Games in the yards of childhood.

Sweet Sorrows

Tears formed little puddles,

her reflection’s rhythm swayed in.

As her heavy head bent low

clouded by stress & sinister spin.

Of the world that ruthlessly turned

against an angel; an innocent girl,

who believed people still played

by the tune of truth’s swirl & twirl.

In love she put her immense faith,

blinded by unending silly simplicity.

Until only her trust remained; pain

peeled the touches of masqueraded pity.

As she looked into the broken

slivers of a mirror flashing gloom.

Her mate mocked and mutilated her,

a picture she could never assume.

Foolish she out rightly was

to follow a person so blind.

To her hearts wailing & moaning;

insensitivity beyond being unkind.

As the night’s dark veil dawned

on her face written of grim fate & hurt.

She could see the future ahead,

a blurred road heaped in rubble & dirt.

Still she smiled with a reason,

Eyes full of sparkles lighting up

a dull corner in the street.

Her love remained too pure,

to the only one her destiny would  meet.

  

PS: The one that got left behind.

Of blips in the same yarn

Prologue

Lo there fluttered cupid

burdened by sin and sorrow.

In search of a lone answer;

the elusive golden arrow.

Couples blended in heaven’s

furnace he couldn’t break.

Romanced in utter merry;

his scorned pride was at stake.

For mortals with false fancies

he strangled the tipsy air.

Those immortals he envied;

for, he could only vainly stare.

Epilogue

Leaves of shy ochre and green

under a morning’s misty coat.

Bobbing in and out on a lolling

silver tongue was a banana boat.

Roasted nuts with spinach

in a hawker’s newspaper fold.

Holy cow digging a municipal

basket of rot; snacks unrolled.

An eagle’s roaring wing and

the howling wind beneath it.

Urchin’s silent prayers for a

a tiny morsel he happily split.

Mother’s ocean of unending

love to her new born child.

A father’s simpering temper

on a juvenile; never any mild.

The aura of a sincere wish

pervading a sinner’s dark lips.

The soothing crunch in the

death of creamy potato chips.

Leery eyes stripping flimsy

inches of an exposed skirt.

Faint moppet fingers dancing

with gay in dusty brown dirt.

A dusk bidding adieu to a

never ending crimson horizon.

The scented kiss of my lusty

words on paper; my only liaison.

To the yesterday who lay

dead at today’s unrequited feet.

The enchanted wait for another

colored future; cloaked as a treat.

PS: This poem begins with a forlorn cupid who fails at breaking the bond of a few immortal pairs, the rest is just a mélange of lesser known and appreciated couples who have escaped our nosy minds so far.

The Lost Crusade

The loathsome human

Like faithful footsteps he was followed around;

to shadows of ugly rumors they were bound.

Look not at his eyes, pale spiteful glassy ice.

lo! there walked as vile a man ever could be.

Fear the demon prying open his mask of glee;

against his wish; whispers never let him free.

Castaway in the ocean of a million sinners; I

groped for my identity; the evil was not me.

                                                    The Innocent ME

Behold O brothers who share not my blood

I shan’t lie, only truth concocted with dread.

Mine fingers scarred of an apparent murder,

woeful tale of sin and sinister spinning fate.

A morbid trail that followed took the stage,

i became a shadow; A Satan’s hunger to sate.

Tortured souls wailed in a river of crimson,

as the sun died away, dusk ruled the horizon. 

Azure Dream Story

Welcoming a thirsty son into her frail arms,

mother nature lay broken at sun god’s whip.

Scarce were any silver tears of mine to shed;

not a drop to wet her soul or my parched lip.

Empty handed she pined, dry was her womb;

her children cried from depths of their tomb.

Clouds! a myth spoken only in fables and tales

liquid! the new gold now sold in pans and pails.

                                                            Gone was the wind

Picture perfect was the autumn evening; except

the lifeless ochre leaves spoiling the good mood.

Walking in a scenic piece of art had me weeping

not at the beauty but the death I couldn’t brood.

Gone were song birds and the romance of breeze,

into oblivion wind rode, alone as its breath ceased.

Among fumes of poison I now lumbered awaiting

strangled destiny; with loaned mirth and life leased.

The survivors of holocaust

Our concrete hearts collide with rusted metal bars;  

in artificial jungles now our clustered lives galore. 

Millions of flora die by the minute, way too meek;

cornered to bow at desires of man so insanely sore.

Goal minded, heart blinded but lo!! Never Stops!!

to conquer the unknown he gallops at morbid pace.

Generations have passed nothing but ruins for us;

left behind; we brethren fail to run his death race.

  

PS: This is born of a highly delusional mind. This revolves around a schizophrenic man; he is caught in the murder of a million fauna and leaving his mother nature wailing because of the sins he committed against her day after day in the name of industrialization. Scenes of a land devoid of water, air and greenery invade him.

The first two stanzas speak of his sins and an innocent man as a single entity. The rest are the despondent scenes that prevail. The last one is where the survivors speak their heart out.