Imagination
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From the Phantasmal Fields
Everytime I prayI repeat to meThat I should wander awayFrom the phantasmal fieldsWhere I have oft surreptitiously dreamtSinging, sowing and reapingRapt in thee solitaryBut I don’t seem to followAny of them ever Rowing, rowing and rowingDotted with silver threadsOf delicate joy: You and MeWe stare and smile and blushLooking away, scrubbing handsGooseflesh: as the sun… Continue reading
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Letting You Run Wild
I could not stop as they talkedAbout traditional rice varietiesPredominantly sold at MarabucchandhaiFood items, exotic grains to my earsBut to you I am sure you would loveAll of them naturallySomehow I assumed soLetting you run wildIn the landscapesOf my imaginationWhere I fanciedOur little homeOverlooking a rose gardenLots of marigolds blooming gold Fecund banana plantation Guava… Continue reading
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At The Terrace
Before the sun would setAt the terrace I delightMyself leaping untoYour evocative imagesRarest of your shotsChuckling, I derive infinite pleasureFraming you unnaturally thusAn alternative personaProbably you would hate!Yet, taking pride overThe agency I haveIn the fantasies I weaveAs a poet mad in love with theeWhere in, I reign around you singlyI fancy you walking all the… Continue reading
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What If-
Why do I always hearYour voice booming insideA voice that I heard two months agoIn the month of AprilThe cruellest you turned sweetestWishing me a day beforeI would turn twenty twoLike a comet your words still hitLeaving a cluster of grooves Super deep pits unto whichI drown my imaginary bodyAthirst of romantic touch and quenchMy sensuous… Continue reading
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Only Those and Nothing Much…
“What is in me that made thee fall, speak!”If you ask me some day, I can’t…I won’t, I should not, I will notPutting the record straight, come clean…I was warned not to revealFor no precious pound of fleshI shan’t defeated speak, prithee!Yet I still picture the day you’d comeTo ask for my wively handMeeting my… Continue reading
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I Know You are He
How long need I imagineScript, re-script and sketchImages of ours conversing togetherWhile we walk, halt at the rooftopOver the mountains, over the plainsBy the rivers and gleaming meadowsIn the day, twilight and nightBeating our legs against the wavesAll that in a movie would makeA couple perfectly ensembleHow long need I long to encloseMyself upon thyself… Continue reading
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An Epistle to Love
You do know but stillLet others knowWhat we know of usHow we have been to eachIt is not too longFor we have to brieflyMake love, kiss and partDear, dear, I shan’t name thee“Let it remain a secret, please!”For thou made me vow suchOn our night of intimacySo I wouldn’t say anything muchBut how beautiful and… Continue reading
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Of your gaze, I still do feel
You hang in here between the palpebral fringe;In your finest suit of thy heart with that usual quixotic tingeWaiting to hear what you had wanted to interpolate twixt us ,“Goddamn charm, hundred handsomeness in thy “oh I am only yours, undoubtedly” pair of steadfast eyes!”That had once interlocked a grave affiance,The holy pact of our… Continue reading
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Just you, Sloe Gin
You’re in the mountainsHow lovely is it, do you know?To stare at the stark grey skyEngirdled with spluttering shards of cloudsThe pointed pinnacle touching the heavenYou are too rambunctious!Sliding along the jagged curvesMaking fun of who I amOr who and how you doIn distinct signs and languagesThat I snigger at like madI listen to songs,… Continue reading
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To the phantom who met me, I conclude
You deep settled, dearly embedded phantom!I am neither Dickinson nor Whitman to laud Death the surrepitious scumWhen I know in me thou shall never dieIf done thou shall desist death and come with gallMarching fiery to burn down the matches for the death himself, weWhy should I kill both of us when we want to… Continue reading
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O Lovely Sky !
O lovely sky, I wish through you I could raceI owe thee all my spellbound gazeThis evening thou looked absolutely heavenlyDo you know how I was distracted by thee fortunatelyFor my eye, thy elegance in milk-blue sprawled sashFor my tongue, milk-blue white delicate tidbits scatteredIn an unbridled rim cup of the Gods affirmedLooked distinctly, dreadfully,… Continue reading
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Why did you come again and smile at me ?
I do not understand a wink of itHow come did you run, jump and bump?After many, many months of mystical oblivionShaking the native heart of our prime meridian How did you have the gall and dared to startle me from sleepKnowing very well waking up from your ever customary dreamsI would bleat weak for a… Continue reading
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The Pink Belt Dream I paint
The belt in pink stretches;Splitting arches for the royal wenches with roses,Who have arisen to clink for the epithalamium rumWith the coos and crooners reconnoitering the lawn.I push the dirty windows welcoming outside mosquitoes a change of air;They come and circle my ponderous pen, the note abreastMy head, I have my eyes wide awakeFor the… Continue reading
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My thirst for you
In a continual search of thirstThey wade in wistful water blueMy eyes they long for youHundreds of moustaches, goatee and other beards pass by I don’t brewA cup of coffee for any of themNor one with youI am a rock painting stoned for themFor you I deliquesce.I will be all folly if I do, sorryMy… Continue reading
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On the dirt God had dug
Love is like the dirt God had dug;An acreage afar mortal opisthenarBeneath the fecund fingernailsTrim it, pare it, cut its head off ?Redden the lunulae, it hurts afresh and lay the blameIf uncared- throw out beastly dyspepticSquelching, discharge defaced crumbs off asses dysentrically.Do whatever with vehemence or be an insouciant slug-It battered, glosses itself over… Continue reading
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From the fountainhead of your enchantress
Does your heart not flinch at the thoughtOf our first wholesome kiss ?Does your sinewy flesh prop its pillows soft and fast ?To hear it from the fountainhead of your enchantressTo amend for the bandied and burgled boudoir cries and demented callsPadding through spanning stairs of thumps clearing away a thickets of thornsOh how like… Continue reading
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Thy Print of Kiss
You make me peer over and overI half-divest my sleeves off my left shoulderWhat did thy succulent lips sense and missing hissedWhilst thou didst leave an imprint of allegiance- one hushed kissIt bites me hard though – the reality you have unmade once againFor we are those loving each still, far untold. -thepenchantwand Continue reading
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To the Dearest Invisibility
He likes me less”, I pause, dressing up nostalgically“If I smile much chattering with the studious, bespectacled chap “.He likes this face “my smiling at him with my lank hair unoiled, silky with fluffy brown flow” I smile discreetlyStaring at the mirror, I ask me – “I wonder where you are and how you are… Continue reading
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To the truth that loves me secretly still…
This thought, sudden and frequent realization engulfing me speaks its heart out rather spontaneously;How you were always the one to stand out, barefaced and bodiless to my frailties!Yet subtly cleared away bale-fields and assayed only at my half-sunk, wearied tilthAs though you knew you had the privileged right to guide me over my fief. I… Continue reading
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Mad
I really want not be truant within eye, hand or soul unobstrusively thinking about youOr fabricate a sequence of thy astral sparks in thy absent huesStay still thou as that night’s unholy ghost in the holy chamber of my cloakI shall still, yet have them not frayed unless thou shall picket from my hold. -thepenchantwand Continue reading
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You die there, come not back!
Nature showed me this morning in a clear yet gossamer puddleAfter many months, your figure hardly sketched stood before my brainhoodOnly after my heart after multiple failures exiled natural senseSeeing you truly levered me a mechanic jump, audibly shriek, flying hug you airilyBut why all of those froze, inaudible and futile for you, I don’t… Continue reading
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His knickknacks
It is not so easy to unhinge from the doorWhere in we have stashed our bewildering array of repertoireI hear no knocking as I lie dreaming awakeYou are nowhere near me as far as my eyes can makeNot even to rob me of what you regard knickknacksWithout even shooting a last glance, neither me nor… Continue reading
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A Letter to thy Poetic Pen
I wish you could sop up all those stained matter- marrowless, limbless, featureless tragedyThat still has the cheek to owe you, settle off debts thy devotest thy life untoDo you loaf about in forge, for thy sight seems shadowy, blocked and half-wittedFor thou dost not speak two good words binding thy blindness with my dumbnessWhat… Continue reading
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The Romantic Dream I cook
I won’t say ” I am sorry” to youAlthough Guilt personifying its spitting imageHangs over my throat like wings of some cursed batWhose flapping wings and swerving me overheadIs no longer a plight to my love life. Although with its gleaming red neon eyes demon like,It threatens to strangle me, smother me to bits and… Continue reading
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That unforeseen romantic night
I am not prepared to face you uprightIs because things haven’t changed in me- feelings I mean, mine are visceral stillYet I doubt on yours for me, awkward I know to brood over that after agesI am sure you would have scarcely leafed through hundreds of my graphic mementosI write one in head, heart, soul… Continue reading
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Like a lover
The sugary fright’s captive delight in its utterance, last night’s aftermath O nobody knows that I count, savour its every nuances- sweetly wrapped, handsome cleanThis morning, waking up it made me smile- the thought of him cradling in my hungry bosom :“O I dote not on you like a fool but like a lover, lovably adore… Continue reading
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I dream of him with eyes closed
I lay dozed, a feigning brilliant poseWhy I dream of him in swapping clothes?While I have my smiling eyes firmly closedFor her to enclasp my fingers whole?No but I, anyway, liked to have her rollShe held for minutes tranquil, twoYet reminding me of the old four line poemShe released, tracing my face with ocean hueO… Continue reading
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Eternal fascination
It remains an eternal fascination hardly a blinking mime Your goofy faces, lovely gazes nothing much to hide but my love, oh our love- an expired dirge, why. -thepenchantwand Continue reading
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The Misty- Sun Affair
I saw Him jump higher today on the etheric ‘scape and shrewdly fleeHow did he, odd, stuck at the top illuminating escaped ?He hid him behind the barks of a wisely sheltered treeIn his frozen gold of youthful age, aging slow at dawn’s breakAgainst the white expanse of a fanning soul stirred jilted, awakeWhose prostrate… Continue reading
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Our adolescent aroma of love
Why, in every passing face,split, diverseSpindly limbs and armoured heartBut let me not recognize thee by any of those frail enchantmentsWhy do I seek thee or wish to have thy long shot framed in my eye’s light singly and Godly good,Whilst cowardly concealing myself behind the darkest curtains of dispersed liquid charms;I recall how our… Continue reading
About Me
With my pen at Hyderabad, I have had multiple fictitious affairs and riotous adventures. So many scandalous experimental poems based on experiences testify that. What I love doing eternally is to prettify something that either should exceedingly attract or distract me. If one of my muses is reading this, thankyou for existing.
THE TACITURN TALKS 