Saturday 12 November 2011

The Influx of Multiple Extinctions

Can you see her?
Right here she is.

Those pendulum eyes
A smile that covers up the face
Hair, a labyrinth of filigree
swaying in the air.

She offers a magnetic pull
into the tunnel of our being
built from bricks of our experiences.
Hindered only by the fear
inside me, inside you.

Cease her.
Let the birds fly still.
Let the shadows freeze.
Let the wind decide
where to blow
and where shall it take you.

Cease her. Don't let her go.

She is right here.
Can't you see her?

Tuesday 25 October 2011

It Will Rain for a Million Years


 Porcupine Tree - It Will Rain for a Million Years

 A video I did sometime back from the clips of some of the trippiest movies I've seen!

Monday 10 October 2011

Shadow on the Moon

Trapped in a crystal space
where lightning struck and stuck.

The sudden chill froze all speech
Words surround me,
there is silence in the air

Open your eyes wide
so the shades of blue can glow.

Let the shimmering beam of eye-light
in this ethereal, limpid night
fall on me and
cast a shadow on the moon.

Sunday 25 September 2011

Flying grave

The tree I was climbing inverted.
Branches turned into roots.
I climbed further and further,
into the ground.

Yes I live underground now.

I breathe the soil.
I drink the pebbles.
I hear what the deaf hear.
I see what the blind see.

Bury me in the air someday.

Monday 19 September 2011

Black, Gray and White

The brain clicked and I snapped out of myself
to dive right back, only deeper this time
Mellifluous melodies were stretched infinite
with my body in the center, the only thing finite.

Air particles bounced with the rhythmic percussions
and pulled the invisible strings attached
Everything was dipped in the rainbow river
gushing through the empty space in my head.

Change in the thought pattern for a microsecond
changed the meaning of the trees and the clouds.
(Everything blending into everything else)

Time feeded on the colors that faded
Nature canvas turned gray and black bleeded.

Suddenly the chequered table cloth was illuminated
by a divine orange light from my chest
It felt like a light from a fire lit in a cave
mixed with the moonlight in a forest.

The boxes cold as the witch's teat
transformed into cubes, warm and dry
In every cube there were visions entrapped
which changed with every blink of the eye.

I stared and stared with my eyes wide open
noticing the minutest of the things around.
Reflecting upon my apparent inactivity
The captivity of the tremendous brain activity.

The visions blurred, the threads started to unweave
I wish I hadn't but I started to feel the me
At that moment, I realized the power of control we have
upon the endless possibilities of how we perceive.