Evening walk
on August 3. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Culturing the evening winds
in my heart
i moved on the lane
feeling almost like gliding on an iceberg!
Filled with mirth
my body felt evacuated
as i whistled with mynahs
feeling glued
soothing my existence!
I spawned against gravity
trying to catch the branch of tree
which swung here and there
playing games with my breath
to the rhythms of winds!
Uncertain chortles of a girl passing by
demanded unrequited talent
that bubbled in blood and i crouched like a tiger
and jumped at once...
wind deceived me
adding entertainment for that lady!
She went away
wiped out from my memory!


A dream
on August 4. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
A dream
sucha real dream!
Beams of darkness rinsed soft blanket
resting on my raving eyes
as i closed these little balls
peeping through the hairy windows of eyebrows
enclosing my flesh within the blanket of sleep!
Am i really sleeping?
Theres a round rock at a corner of my closed eye
its dead
static...
so deadly as a lively foe!
I walked along the lane
glimpsing at the half set sun...retina
exploring the dream following
guided by the dark beam!
I walked like a silent spark
with the winds
like those steams of mists
like a demon being stunned by seeing itself in mirror!
Theres some music coming
may be someone is playing some flute
to direct the dark beam.
The beam passed got dissolved in a gleam!
Is it my retina again...
is it the lens hiding in that bony socket.
Its a descending railway track i am walking on
and its as rusted as the red soil around!
I walked through
and through and through
and what i say my eyes is bigger than an ants eye!
An ants eye...which is smaller than my pens tip!


Poet-Tricks
on August 5. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
so barbaric i am
pinching out imagination
with your poet-tricks!
I thought of writing
but what i say... every time i start
my pen strikes off!
Flinched by like pole
of our imaginations
i got dumped onto my chair
feeling the chaotics and rhetorics
of my farting A-ss!
Ah! that thing sucks!
Irrelevance occupied my finger tip
but i didnt stopped typing
innovating the rhythms of my hand typing keyboard
my fingertips are bleeding
a scorpion it seems
it stung my inner soul
liberating spasms...tickling muscles
i yawned
i leaned back feeling stumped!
Something got pinged
is it an idea...no its an ant biting me!
The last light rays touched my flesh slowly
with a little satisfaction


Mist covered the screen of nature
on August 7. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Mist covered the screen of nature
as i got chocolatized
tending to amuse every small creature!
I played with the ant
allowing it to move on the twig
between my fingers!
It raced desperately from one corner to another
like an enemy tanker
trying to bite my soft skin
as i continued to change the direction...playing with its emotions!
From the north came a white shade
enhancing my senses to turn around
as the despaired ant stop moving with a question mark on its face!
My eyes crept back as slowly as a snake
gliding on the delightful winds
with a least strain to see the eternal whiteness!
Brewed out from the natures mist
she came like an angel from the chronicles of amazement
like an angel...with a white smock frock
filling my heart with mirth!
leaving a chance for the ant
to bite me a million times!
Spreading the clouds like blanket
the sun went to take rest
leaving the day light to glow with her!


A mindless scribble notating a static state of mind
on August 8. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
He swallowed his eye!
gulped his own dream.
He is swinging in a cradle
he says his cradle is the world.
Insensible symphonies
caused his nerves to blast
splashed down the hemorrhage!
He hugged his life
as he already did in his mothers womb
feeling relieved!
He spitted his imagination
to relieve himself from the tyranny of being peed
liberating grunts of mirthless glory.
He raved!
he howled!
his eyes got protruded out like the lenses of microscope
may be trying to fetch the gold mingled in
small branched rivulets of his ideas!
His lips raised
like an inverted rain bow
as he smirked being aware of his behavior
against which he was in a war!
A crack in sky
a lotus blossomed at horizon
in the midst of the ocean
leaving his grunting soul motionless!


Symphonies of my heartbeat
on August 10. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Symphonies of my heartbeat
to impress environment's credits
making the wind ritardando
using my breaths's intellectual banjo!
Crediting my creativity
trying to make things look pretty
i dressed with a rose in my pocket
feeling like flying to mars in a rocket!
My imagination flushed eroding my emotions
which gushed out in a senseless rush
made my face a little bush!
I might had combed a million times
and my untamed hair never tried to rhyme.
A billion cosmetics...perfumes
scattered on the drawing table...leaving things to illume all for a day,
for an incident, a moment to come my way!
I raced to the corner of street
where i promised her to meet.
She was already there...with a laugh of deepest mirth!
Her white silky frock
flown on winds like glorious flag
which made me waggle with out a single gag
silently not trying to pollute the scene!
She glimpsed at me like a frightened stag
entangled by natures rag
the mist!
My time came my lips trembled
as i moved through that wall of trombe...rinsed by fear of inexperienced sense
my body tried to accustom to the scene!
Sowing the seeds of guts
my vocal cords rose its voice
trying to imitate the winds
saying the three worded thing!


Dreamy night
on August 11. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I walked like a nude ghost across the street trying to innovate the depths of night. I waggled from one corner of darkness to another from one side of my imagination to another. Its dark...so dark that i wonder if i am really seeing things with my eyes open or not. Nerves got dilated trying to intensify the tension of my dreamy night. I am not sure if i am moving in the street or am moving into the depth of my eye following the half set retina! Like scattered drops of paint on a portrait...some drugged people left themselves on the helpless pavements moving like water ballet dancers! The nightingale is still singing its song as the winds mingled with breeze clung my skin stirring the perfume of intoxication in my blood made me felt like a baby on a cradle. The young women on the terrace of three to four storied buildings talking with their beloved ones with the greatest enlightenment smirked at me. Invited my heart beat. Small pools of water along the spoiled roads reflected the larva of mosquitoes in the background of street light. Beggars on the pavement...half dead...sleeping...dreaming...swimming in the pools of rum...the dreamy stagnant water! I continued to glide on the waltz directed by the darkness of sky. My footsteps lied...my breath lied. My tears lied and even my heart beat.
The darkness is a bigger liar. And who can believe the light. Not even those miniature mosquitoes cared to tell a truth with me. I plucked the key of imagination but i am afraid if it also tell a lie. I spawned out from darkness in the midst of that naked city. And its a light room i entered...a room which is illuminates better than sun and where you can see nothing except whiteness. The only change is i got trans-located from illustration of darkness to illumination of whitening
I am ill
on August 1. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I might had sneezed more than a million times
and this spume from my nose
continued to gush out!
Seeing my image in mirror
i sneered insanely
at least to console myself.
Ah...i am snoring
dragging back the flume
listening to the dirge of rhythmic throat pain
that rumbled from my inner self!
Nausea...
fever...
headache...
everything terrible attacked me
warned me to surrender to bed!
The intolerable responses of my grunting vocal cord
withered like string of violin
continued to rustle
which got resonated with Lady gaga's music!
My head is whirling like that wind
its freaking here inside!
My blood is freezing
and i am feeling like drowning in some swamp
so brutalize

Mirror
on July 8. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
What the fu…..
roared me
forgetting i may listen
as i am infront of mirror.
My heart rustled
like that leaf which is peeping me through window
like that 10 rupee note...
for which this life of mine was adopted to...unfortunately.
I risked my whole night...
infront of this damn mirror...i dont know its dream or not
but i know its me in that dream if its a dream
its the only me in that mirrory reflecting dream!
The divine being in me shook with fear
ah...i wonder if it needs some beer
but its not beer that causes tear
but just salt and water
oh dear...hell with fu...c' ing rhyme
i got tyrannized with this nonsensical words
which never made sense ....ever in my soul.
Here i stand...facing this mirror
that reflects me...no...am i a mirror
and is this society watching me....and me reflecting this shit
who am i...mirror and me...!


TEA [senryu]
on July 9. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Feeling warmth of steams
closing eyes, blowing light whiffs
stirring delusions


gallows of nature
on July 10. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Walking into the midnight
through mist feeling
softness of
tangible tickling of silverly shining
lunatic glow of rain drops
that tarnished my soul
rinsed imagination
as i moved towards the womb of night
like an invisible spark
glowing tenaciously in the midst of darkness.
Winds mooed
thunders rumbled...clapping applause
ravishing silence
as the divine being within trembled
spurted out in an instant
as my body flinched with lust
and it burst out laughing...thinking of its grave
on the gallows of nature


Sputtering Melodies
on July 11. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Millions of dark rays penetrated my flesh
tickled my senses
tantalized soul.
flames of darkness evolved
in the veil of silences
that were liberated from the tyranny of hotness
by those little lunatic drops of rain.
Ah, my soul quirked
and my heart stared into the vacuum
that gained its tangibility
mingled in
irrevocable rhythms of life.
Poetry flown from corners of my mouth
lured me
bringing out those melodies
that my vocal cords can ever enunciate
and a river of words spurted out
and those seeds of lyrics i sowed in darkness
sprouted
i just cant restrain my temperament to write
cant restrain to hear those strokes of my pen
those rhythms that evacuates my body
flesh, blood
which got burst in silence
evanescence my everything
except those hormonics that gleam as poetry.


Dust
on July 12. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Steams of dirt
spurts along the street
shading muse
rinsing poetic hues!
red patches of muddy water
on shirt...
trying to appear like lama
as i smelled that aroma of dust
mingled with fragrance of 'Night blooming cestrum'


[ I felt diminished ]
on July 13. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I felt diminished
devastated
in joy...
so small i am in her eyes...
i felt like an insect
muscles rustled...
and senses eroded
like a volcano some where deep
she blown me off
with her laugh.

I felt immortal...light
bright
felt like gliding
ah so many times i feel
after all the only thing i feel is you
your love.
I felt like i glitter
so much amusement
i felt like knocking the valves of heaven
like eternity
like immortal....dehumanized.

I felt like my figures lingered with yours
like me sitting beside you
like an insect...so inferior i am
so incongruous i am with my inner love
and then you tightened lunatic figures of yours
as i continued to take breath hardly...secretly...softly
and then i understood i am just feeling
and then again i felt...ah so much i felt so much i adored that moment.

So obscured i am
so eclipsed i am...so deserted i am
i looked around like a freak...like a moron
so much i am lost in that moment
that moment when you saw me
reflecting your love
with the same intensity of my heart frequency.


The women
on July 15. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Like a worm she moved from her stone bed
its not even stony...its muddy and
sorta floored by sand.
Its small box she live in
a metal box...
and so small box it is...she cannot even stand
and then...she moved like a worm
to see the storm
but she lives there in front of this
3 storied building i live in
and its like a bin
before which its that hot rock
on which she sits
glaring at those pedestrians walking
and she have a stick in her hand...so strong it is
and some times i wonder if this womens only friend is that stick
which is older than her.
So strong it is...the stick...
i remember her bashing me when i hit this ball i play with
but i do not normally care it
ah...such bastard i am
i just cared her as much as i care this mosquito buzzing
and then again...
she watched this storm
that continued to rumble...
when i am sleeping in this AC dorm
ah...
and by the morning i got this news
SHE DIED
so leisurely...as those winds
and then...every one thought another insect died
and all this happened
when i am rambling in my dreams
so many realms i dreamed about
but i never dreamed of this women
and she I may be some insect if i ever dreamed of her
ah so bad i am
and may be that is why i dont love a lie
i dont love a dream
not even this life of mine seeing her
seeing her...helplessly...
no no
feeling helplessly
i cant stay here dreaming for leisure
after all I am a poet!


RAIN {prose}
on July 18. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Along those narrow lanes i started...tuning the velocity of my bike with those winds blended with the soft light offered by flickering street light. And then the first pearl drop kissed my skin as i saw a light ray coming from the moon which materialized itself as a rain drop. Those vapors of road tinged the environment...with a specific odor, a typical unrequited fragrance of rain. The rain drops falling on the headlight of my bike got alchemized...popped out from my way with a gentle leap. I saw that small boy chaining his friends neck dissolving their friendship in each and every drop of rain. I saw this poor girl full of cosmetics and glittering skirt with an umbrella in her hand...a very passionate and colorful umbrella...walking...restricting her steps causing least warmth to soil particles.
Then i saw this petrol shed half filled with vehicles and remaining half with people sharing the same idea...to resist rain. The road became mirror reflecting the streetlight as i felt like gliding on the light on my bike. And then unlatching the tensions of time that steam of tea touched my soul as i tried to hinder my amazement seeing so many people at a place chatting...chattering...chortling leaving their life behind. And that is when i drank this tea that liberated my soul from the cocoon of time as the trees rumbled with the winds resembling a mysterious resonance.


Rain made my love
on July 25. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Its raining every where
inside and outside
as i opened my eyes wide
reading Neruda's-
"Tonight i can write saddest lines..."
and all of a sudden a lightening flashed
a thunder got bolted its screw
which almost killed me
with sounds and gleams.
My heart rose with those steams
as i filled the ink of my pen with my dreams
which is meditating like a silent spark in darkness!
Those fumes liberated by road
caused by popping of rain drops
almost evacuated my soul
filled me with glow of unrequited love
which blown me off
as i started breathing fire
with rage
screaming...!
Something blazed deep in my soul
and at an instant i understood
a wound full of reddish bubbling scarlet blood
which killed me with love...suffused my flesh
became as sassy as those whimsical winds!


silence of mind
on July 25. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I dont remember how i started this day of mine
i dont know if this was another dream
and i even dont know if all my life
is a dream of a zygote...which called itself as Rohith!
In the raising waves of sand
may be in that deserted infatuation
with a heart trembling
and eyes bleeding out tears listening to that song
which gave shocks to my soul
minced my flesh
as i rushed in the narrow lanes of my unconscious
screaming...scurrying like a nude ghost
trying to get liberated from tyranny of that unrequited smell!
I rise in those waves of Pacific
with an angelic zeal
with that demonic fears as a drop
dancing on the tip of leaf
trying to get mingled with my imagination
and then i saw you catching the hand of cab driver
descending those steps of carriage
like an angel stepping down from valves of heaven.
Listening to that calypsotic song in the depths of ocean
in a room of a of a ship swallowed by the mighty one
seeing those toys...those broken pianos
lame chairs...broken pieces of glass...ruined bathrooms
celebrating my amazement
with peace listening to rhythms of cryptic imaginations
as i got dissolved in salinity of water
serenity of its silence!
on the terrace i sat
like a monkey...
howling
listening to sarcastic ridicules of silence
like a lover waiting for his beloved
staring at the gleaming stars...twinkling
with anguish
in the soft glow of androgynous moon
...dancing with winds
feeling like swimming in the amniotic liquid
breathing fire
stirring intoxication of emotions in my blood
as i screamed like a ghost may be just trying to tear darkness
when the thunder resonated with my senses...my vocal cords
satisfying the languished language of nature
as a volcano got burst some where deep
some where near heart or may be even near my most active muscles
erupted my state of silence of my mind.


Smell of coffee with rain
on July 26. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Steams got liberated from my cup
as the last drops of espresso romanticized
my creativity.
Its raining outside...
and those minces of rinsed glass pieces
kissed soil particles
filling the winds with aroma of petrichor
as those sounds of cleansing water guttered through drainages
staging scenes for that magnolia to bloom.
I continued to rave with rage
unable to control my poetic tensions
through the narrow streets of my imagination
vomiting ink
as i sipped coffee
like a snake...slowly...melodiously
mediating reality and imagination
which whipped my tongue ecstatically!
It moved through my mouth
and rinsed my pharynx
leaving me with lust of luring sensibility!
The night seemed to be shattered
behind the screen of moist glass
as a petechial fire gleamed with in
like a burning burning spark fighting with darkness
as i inspired intriguing fumes of coffee
blended with that of rain!


Take me with you...
on July 27. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Theres someone in my dream
and i am sure its a lady.
First i saw her when i am sitting
in between the broken walls
where i adjusted myself like a bug
surrounded by minces of glasses
in that corner of that half ruined room...
then i heard her breath
which is as desperate as furious fire
trying to ashen everything that it sees!
Then she got materialized
mesmerizing my senses
as i saw a brownish black screen of her hair
whirled around...like whirl wind in background of her face
half leaned upon that broken part
so close to me...i can breath her...
and she is still breathing with angst
so much that i cant tolerate the illumination of entertainment
as her eyes wandered here and there
trying to fuse herself with the environment
and saw me spasmodically which mingled with unconsciousness
and all of a sudden she watched me
and then got hold of her emotions she continued to run
i stood from my posture...like a rock unmoved since decades
trying to call her...but she never responded...
such is her cruelty!

Then again i got trans-located
and am travelling in a car
and its raining...in the scene
just raining...very lightly
but i dont even know if its humidity
and toward everywhere around me is water
and full of water
and that is when i saw her again
she...being a stain in my dream
walked towards me and told me
"take me with YOU"


I laughed away this life
on July 30. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I laughed away my life
and never cared of it!
All the sentiments got carved away from my way
and i have nothing to crave for!
All my fears got rinsed...
and here i am laughing at my life
wisecracking...
seeing it as a smaller thing than insect!
I never looked at the watch
and i think its the way i do things
its the way that show my feeling that life is nothing to me!
I never care griefs and reliefs
all i know is reality and imagination
after all i laughed away this life of mine!
So much ridicule this life is
so much senseless this world is...
i dont care even if you choke away this world
vaporize this holy place!
The society never cared me
and it uses my name as curse!
I got nothing from his world
except a dozen boundaries
and a bunch of sentiments...so old this world is
thinking of all this outdated stuff
thinking of these bloody relations and humanities
after all i laughed away this world!
There is nothing more to live
in this world
and nothing more to wait for
after all i laughed away this life!


Devarakonda
on June 27. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Listening those melodies of winds
on the top of a hill
where no human traces could ever exist
except those scribbling of lovers on rocks
strengthening the bondage of their love.
From the top i can see those small houses
appearing as the scattered drops of paint
on the background of greenness!
Those monkeys,
being enlightened seeing the upgraded species
welcomed our hard breath with utmost sarcasm
showing me those tricks in climbing
notating the life i lost...being a man.
A very lonely place it is...very lonely hill
those rocks
unmoved since some years became tangible for our senses
as we took those lifeless things
and tried to relieve those rocks from their tyrannical posture.
No foot mark...not even a small trace of human existence
not even a good road to reach the top of hill
so adventurous...so adventurous
and those clouds...those frantic...freak clouds
moving like tortoise...on shore
trying to escape from the eagle.
I babbled in my inner tone
with utmost insanity as i walked along this uncommon road
and all of a sudden...in a particular instant
i found that irrational resemblance between the world of mine
and this world...
from which one can look at the remaining world
wow...
a splendid experience
and at lost
a water drop tickled my exhausted muscles
leaving no idea
if its a rain drop or a sweat drop
which rinsed my soul
and gave birth to a news poet!


We Won
on June 29. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Squirming legs
i tried to relieve muscles
but it never worked...
played 3 matches in a row
as the pain in my shoulders got intensified.
Killing the pain...i went to bowl
running from 8 feet distance
as my femur got struck...
i continued to bowl
for an insane sake...to win
my senses became so nasty
that even winning became insane.
Oh man...
sweat mingled with tears'
as i continued to wait for the ball
in the shade of that dirty brute...a mere bastard...sun
not even minding how my legs moved
and then last ball...one run
man...
my eyes are about to shut
and my kneels bended
and then a big sound...
everyone started screaming
we won
thats the only thing that recharged me
we won
we won
and then
i ran...ran towards crowd
forgot the pain
we won...we won
and then they gave us water
...feeling the taste of water for first time
we won!


Once there was a country...
on July 1. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Once there was a country
which was clean and green
when it rains!
This country...
is a once upon a time sorta country
and its still here...
here on this land...but its not ours anymore dear
its our vaporized tear!

They said we are Jews
and moved away from us
they are not those whom we see one time in life time
but they are our neighbors and our cowardly Christianized
friends and relatives.

Oh dear!
They removed our name from the list
they said...we were OFFICIALLY DEAD
we lived in those holes...when it rained so cruelly
a nasty storm...it was
and those children cried with pain dear
not sure if they are crying with hunger
or seeing the scary thunder!

It not at all clear
the way the things went here
the cat meow's
the dog bow's
and us...we are reducing dear
not even meows or bows of our cats and dogs.

We are reducing dear
he is harvesting the weeds...us
dear...we are reducing...he is killing us
and there is no one ever dared to raise voice
supporting us!


Inspired by Auden's-http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/refugee-blue


Another love poem!
on July 3. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Waiting for that creaking sound of girls hostel
he waited for the entire night thinking of the day to blossom.
Devastation of those unlatching tensions
revolutionized his dreams
which were burnt alive
by those thunderous storms of love.

He remember that old odor of her tears
mingled with cosmetics on her face
whose fragrance almost demanded
unpredictable love
to which he bowed with his heart.

Breezy winds flew
as unintended emotions brewed out
materializing the enlightenment that i feel in love
wetting the brevity of my poetry with those wet dreams!

Hypnotized by the lavished love
which tuned frequency of my intolerable heart
instantiated
my vocal cords to reverberate in a different passion
in a musical way...in the direction of wind
trying to make it resonate with nature

I LOVE YOU


? Amar rahe comrade AZAD ?{A TRIBUTE TO ALL NAXALS WHO BREATH THEIR LAST IN THE HEARTS OF PEOPLE}
on July 4. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
? Red star ?
after so many days i understood
why every poet use this word to express heroism.

So many hands raised
for he who was called a blood drinking beast
by those drinkers of poor men sweat!

So many tears mingled with those slogans
so many hearts cried to listen his heart beat
...those dirty butlers called them Hitler...
nasty butlers...
bastards...politicians
who peed with utmost timidity!

Who pay responsibility for those sadistic tears
of raped innocent dalit women
by the saviors of this country
by those commandos.

He raised his gun
saying we are all one
to mingle with the greenness of jungle
to fight against the murderers of constitution!

They may not write his name in books
they may make him a villain
but we glorify those things
that were made incognizant by those historians
by those liars...those prostitutes who sold their own souls
to this government.

This day...afterall this day
sun rose like every day
people slept like every night
but there is one man...particularly only that man
who didnt slept...who is not even awake
he died...the man of masses
he died bowing to those bullets certified by govt
no...
he died fighting with those faithless bullets
and his eyes are still scintillating with desire
his ideals are still awake
he is not dead
he is alive
his name may be not written in books
but those words are written in our hearts
in those hearts which live in timidity...with jungle
he is our slogan...
Amar rahe comrade AZAD ?
? ? ? ?


8:55 or even 9:30
on July 8. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
8:55 or even 9:30
but surely Pm...
I dont remember the time
i never dont remember it!
Its crowdy over there
some mobs moving from shop to shop
listening to hip hop music of babbling society.
I sat on that rock beneath the pillar
waiting for the bus...watching the time[but i dont remember it]
listening to the silent tickling of cruel watch
innovating the ideas to kill time.
A man sat infront of me
i dont know from how much time he was there
i dont even remember if he was there before me
but he was there.
He wore white dress but its not white...
its ashy black.
His stomach is more like a bowl
liberating starving howls of hunger.
Beside him is a women
who is as thin as a grasshopper
and she wore no pant or anything covering
but she wore a long shirt...long enough...
and she got that secret ingredient
in long pocket of her rusted shirt
that gummed his interest from the beginning.
Give it to me- asked he
she ignored
Give it to me...he raised his voice
he raised his spirits
she...moved a little like a worm
and taken the thing from her pocket...as long as her hand
as her eyes scintillated like an angel
an angel trying to reveal her glory
she took out some powder
a black powder...not gun powder
some tobacco powder.
She powdered it...even powdered it with her thumb
grinned it...and finally
raised her neck and opened her mouth...ate it
elegantly
...i can see the flow of powder through her pharynx
and then she smirked...she didnt noticed me seeing
she didnt noticed anyone seeing her...but she smirked.
I love her smirk.
Then the man asked him to give him this powder
but she ignored him
forced her to give it...but she repelled
then she gave it...gave it being helpless
and then she smirked...not caring the loss of her property.
He wrapped it in a paper
and kept it deep in his pocket...a corner
where everyone keep their gold.

Horns...
your attention please
bus number 6712 arrived at platform number 3...
we raced... towards the bus
following the rhythms of horns
and thats it...
thats the final time i saw her...materially!


[ Walking along those lanes ]
on June 21. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Walking along those lanes
in search of ecstastic mares
along those narrow streets
where sparrows live without terror
among the drugged
the betrayed
smelling the vapours of rain
stirring the intolerable romance in brain!
Along dusty roads
racing with dreams
i continued to walk
like a drunken hancock
smelling the fume of rusty gold!
stupefied by enraged glory of fierce women
fighting in the streets
as the dogs continued to watch the cinema
and the men in their houses
filled their stomach with the fluid that causes intoxaication
seeing the football match!
I continued to catch that deceived dream of mine
walking along those lanes
as i reached the crowdy market
where even the smallest of ants
dont risk to pass through the mob
as i got inspired by the fluidity of water
and dumped my self into that crowd
of innovative angst!
Listeining to those babblings of millions
some bargaining
some laughing with splendid feel
some disgusted like me
some other cursing the brutality of society
a cosmopolitan in thoughts
enraged their existence
as i chased my dream
like a dog trying to catch a moving tram!
After all,
i found this dream of mine
which made me run so wildly
like a mad elephant
in that jungle...in the shade of cycad tree
named PEACE!


[ I sat at the patio ]
on June 24. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I sat at the patio
seeing that portrait of a women facing ocean
discovering unsoundness of my imagination
as a saccadic thunder blazed
opening the eye of sky
as the clouds liberated first rain drops
which kissed inglorious mud
filling the air with intoxication
of romantic vapors.
Chained by the lust of intolerable fragrance
i crept along with those winds
near to the parapet as lazily as a drugged snail!
Tantalizing my dreams
a heavy wind with some dew
blew on to my face
as my lips raised in a sarcastic passion
conveying its reason to live.
Humanity overflown from my heart
as the innovative part of my brain
continued to search for the irrational logic of my smile.


Armed Gandhism
on June 8. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
in his dreams he dreamed of a world
like a butterfly
to listen to sounds of its flickering winds.
a colorful dream is what he dreamed
not even knowing how to use his
experience less imagination!

He thought of those beautiful flowers
which bloom only during spring
whose ethical duty enlightened Buddha
to research the depths of life.

BUT

he never dreamed of those irrevocable logics
roaring their existence
in the intensity of pain
when a butterfly is caught by a boy
getting enlightened by the sounds of those flickering wings!

He never dreamed of those beautiful flowers
hanging from the neck of greatly decorated lifeless body
in that crowded market of society.

He never even thought of his mother
struggling to feed his stomach
bearing bricks
pouring sweat
tearing possibilities
discovering for that day to see glow in his face.

That is what he learn
in time
with time...swimming in the pool of
his mothers womb
An untamed spark spread its wings...then
when
all his gates are closed by humanity,
by love, by emotion
some called it as Maoism
not knowing its called armed Gandhism!


Insomnia
on June 10. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
A black page
blank page
lighted the corners of my brain
knowing nothing is just vain.
Filling the ink of my pen
with
the pain in my dreams.
i tried to tame my emotions
breeding my tensions
in that mansion of imagination
where i always
babble like a newly born
like a naive
where lines scream
with the rhythms of life
in that chamber of brevity
where ocean brews from the horizon!


Sun rise
on June 12. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Unlatching the tensions
liberating my eyes from wetness of tears
i wondered how the winds blow so free
like a fledged moron
a new born!
With the rapidity of imagination
my eyes continued to flow with those waves of ocean
that continued to brew from the horizon
where sun ever suicides.
The pain of happiness
reached the brim of my heart
as the stuns of breezes continued to waltz with mist.
Rasping my untamed fears
the streetlight continued to play hide and seek
with those flies
materializing the strokes of my imagination
that continued to sparkle like those
incomplete dreams
soothing my senses.
Silence surrounded the nudity of thoughts
the darkness started preparing to evanescence
as a lotus bloomed
in the midst of ocean...
at the horizon...
SUN RISE!!!


A scene at the patio
on June 14. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
At the patio i sat
gazing at the blazing blackness
of inevitable strokes of
a glorified paint brush!
Entangled by the utmost masochism
my muscles rustled with ignorance
as the sky rumbled like a nude ghost
trying to tune the infernal chaos
that got demoralized and dehumanized
in the silence of darkness
that devastated the darkness of silence!
Steams of intolerable poignancy
curled around
like ignited demons
trying to tantalize my fears!
Trying to materialize the scene
the storm flashed in rage
ravishing the darkness
dazzled the impatience of night
as it rained in my heart
whose fragrance
lured my innocence.


[ Silky robe ]
on June 17. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Silky robe
covers a timid heart.
She is looking up...
is she looking the sky,
no her eyes are closed...
hmm,
is she looking the sky within
that she painted in her imagination
...
then why is she leaning back...
why is she trying to cover herself...?
is she mad...
{INVESTIGATION OF HER DEEDS LIKE A MARAUD IN HER HEART}
she is mad...is she
she is
is
she
MA!D!?
?!...MAID...

Heart beats
leaf dries...
for a person like me
for a bastard, a mad one like me
there is no difference
when i see the moon
or the naaa'st...y...no no
mighty ocean
nor a difference between the pleasant music
and your heart beat.


Muse killed by amusement in
on June 20. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Muse killed by amusement
innovating the enraged thunders
i continued to see those strokes of eternity
elating the innocence of nature.
Each drop of rain
rinsed my soul
as the drop of rain
ploughed my skin...tickled my senses
like a mailicing dream
containing melancholic realm
startling utmost sadism!
A new poet born within
listening to each drop of rain
smelling the fragrance of steams
evacuating from the depths of the road!
Adoring each and every second of that life
with rain!


[ Bashed by silence ]
on May 2. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Bashed by silence
stands an irregular shape
deep in darkness
may be a suffused uppity ape.
Smelling the coldness of breeze
gliding on the soft wind
dazing at the dazzling streetlight
playing waltz with hazes of fog
as lazily as an old cow
grazing...softly
relaxing, slowly, reposing on the dewy cold grass bed
as if its some heavenly purpose to it
enjoying each and every inch of its food
not caring the rest of world
on that autumn evening.

There...again an irregular shape
in the veil of darkness
glaring at the blinking street light
puzzled by the colorful leaves
scribbling on the canvas of darkness
which
screamed in his mind...blown some coldness into it
as the reveries of his amazement
got lost with the sensibility of his retrospection
which fathomed into his soul
like a bullet
as it left his the flesh in a flash
incorporating itself into the
brevity of a cows soul!


Poesy O Poesy
on May 6. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Drinking the wine of my youth
poising stream of conciousness
as i leaned on my buttocks
with my head between my legs
and the tears kissed my toes
crying...
raving...
screaming...poetry
as the melody of the bleeding words
raped a rose
which protected its virginity
for a beloved bee...
to drink the beauty of its erotic honey!

There in the midst of night
under the flickering streetlight
playing with trickery mosquitoes
scribbling some masterful strokes of light
on the canvas of darkness
i saw you standing...with the hazy mist
which always waltzes with your breath.
I stood in front of you
tried to seduce you with my glimpses
as you looked at me like Tarzan
watching some uppity ape!
I moved closer...
so closer...to you poesy
as my chest touched your breast
and i felt like a raw nerve exploded
eroded
some where deep...some thing new
and all of a sudden
you evaniscenced
mixing with the mystic mist!

Lystening to the sounds of bells
sounded by the ruined temple
when i am in my mothers womb
which resonated with
my creative ideas
that evoke...when im helpless
without a pen and paper
not even with some language to express
and that is when i found you...poesy
some where deep
like a spark meditating...kissing the unsoundness of my mind
in the continuum of imagination and reality.
That is when i felt hybrid
that is when i felt upgraded
and that is when
i laughed away my life
and all i felt
all i saw
only because of you dear
...my lover
my enemy
my friend
my everything...!


[ A heavy night ]
on May 8. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
A heavy night
effloresenced to a cool day.
The winds blew from west
traveled east...
easing my breath
pleasing my heart.
Poignant aroma of damp mud
suffused my senses
as the steams of water evoked from depths of soil.
Rinsing the road
water rushed into drainage
stained my heart...multicolored
and grabbed my emotions
my sad yesterday
causing an intriguing lift of lips
...smirking
with satisfaction and
enlightenment.
Agitation of hands
across my roughly scattered beard
invented the deepest thoughts
invaded the sadest of them
introduced light to my ideas
as i saw a magnolia...blooming!
The sky never trembled then after
not even rumbled or stumbled
and remained moaning
singing the hymns
to orchestra of the winds
trying to amuse my muscles
and kindle my intelligence
as the nature beautified itself as a bride
trying to impress me
with her virginity!


[ With the winds ]
on May 24. © ROHITH, All rights reserved

With the winds, I float like a leaf
with the breeze, I danced like a loaf
Waves touched my feet, raising my senses
as my unconscious mind gropes
Confusion!
Frustration!
of invisibly getting dumped into enlightenment
as I heard that tragic music
coming from horizon where sun ever suicides
opening myself
tearing my emotions
with an unknown eloquence
remarkable tussles
incorporating the light of endless glory
forcing me to smell that aroma of ink
which invisibly embedded an untamed idea
to write!


August Rush:

"[opening voice-over] Listen. Can you hear it? The music. I can hear it everywhere. In the wind... in the air... in the light. It's all around us. All you have to do is open yourself up. All you have to do... is listen."


Self suffering
on May 24. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
In the corner of the room
i hugged my reflection
unaware of the tendency of my mind
to wait for solitude
and loose virginity to poetry
which is the only way to seduce the reason of my
self suffering.


Surreal room
on May 25. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Like a dog i chased this word, surreal
never noticing the one chasing me...poetry!
I sat in a mulish way
as an idea germinated with a rush
like a crouching lion about to spring.
Wet time continued to tickle my brevity
like a trickster...trying to exploit the power of my
unused nerves.
Trying to culminate the intellectual rhythms of nerves
squirting out from the depths of my oppressed soul
i blew in air...
like a kite runner trying to make it float with wind
not knowing the kite's wish is to become a jade.
Witty strokes of unreasonable thoughts
stuck my mind like some gum
as i hummed...innovating the depths of my poetry
which left me all alone in a colorful room
where the reality became elastic
and truth became lie...
glittered the post-modernistic temptation
to explore the expressionalistic mentality
in that surreal room!


[ Tearing the sky ]
on May 28. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Tearing the sky
storms and thunders grunted
eliting the trees!

First rain drop fell
floating like angel, like dead leaf
rinsing my brevity.

Gestures of steams
driven the beauty of craziness
to mingle with my soul.

Charmed by enthralling
rhythms of mesmerizing rain
my heart became wet!

Strokes of poetry
in the ruined part of my heart
reverberated unconsciously!

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