REVERIES

Poems by Subir Banerji

{Prologue}

Public health emergency of international concern

October 1978

To journey to the United Kingdom as a student, I was required to submit to a medical examination—proof that I carried no disease and bore the marks of proper inoculation. In all of Delhi, only one physician was entrusted with the authority to issue such a certificate, and the cost was as heavy as the privilege was rare. I never found the moment to repay my father, who, I am certain, must have borrowed dearly to make that small slip of paper possible.

42 years later, nature leveled the playing field, stripping away illusion and exposing our shared frailty. We are all rendered equally contagious, equally vulnerable. Our distance from one another can only be bridged by the hard gift of immunity, built against the unseen dangers that breathe between each touch. For a time, our unity must remain cold, untouched, a hollow thing. And as we borrow more deeply against an uncertain future, I wonder: will those who sustain us now show the same quiet, sacrificial kindness that my father once offered me?

{No title}

The human race,

there is no

first

second

or a third place.

The time.

The space.

The ambiance.

Nothing original,

or true.

Just the dance

of a created god,

and nothing here

to prove

or take.

Nothing special

I hope

like a fish

on a hook.

My soul reserved,

my body

a book.

You’ve taken

the trouble

so I must confess,

this story unfolds

like all the rest.

3 Hogarth Close

A piece of wood balanced

between fire

and a comedians nazi walk.

Watched by a twisted swan

A wall of philosophy 

A lonesome sunflower stares

at a jukebox

playing Cohen.

I don't think of these 

that often 

I haven't been there since 

these moments I imagine

make for strategies 

for peace. 

The moment

The secret's in the moment,

that tore the dark apart,

which lingered for an instance,

then left a fragile heart.

Would you like it here?

Do you think

you’ll like it,

like it here?

where the miracles

are seldom,

and the judgements severe.

It’s a hostile environment,

and contradictions persevere,

what little you are left with

won’t last another year.

Once again

I sit with my heart

safely pounding.

The roses in my hand

trembling by me 

A weeping woman 

hanging by the window 

with time ticking by

once again. 

Will my true love 

join me by the water? 

With her long hair draped 

across her shoulder?

Will her eyes be looking 

softly at me 

her lips graceful and inviting

with time ticking by

once again. 

The reflection in the mirror

couldn't fault her. 

She told me she was here

but couldn't stay 

she was true

she was soft

and she was by me

her smile ust  TK just

as graceful as the day. 

I knew as I sat there

by the water.

That true love 

would always be here to stay 

It's something I would 

keep forever 

safely in my heart

and head. 

At least she had taken 

the roses.

some petals 

reminding of her stay.

I can't pretend that I didn't 

feel lonesome 

with my heart

softly pounding 

in the wake. 

And shall keep on loving 

with time ticking by

once again.

The importance of imperfections

I’ll squeeze out

imperfections

I’ll reach

beyond the rest

I love your indecisions

while we are fucking in bed

Don’t get me wrong

it’s a silent song

and after all

where would evolution be

without getting

things wrong.

Endeavour

Striving to be relevant

knowing that I’m not

this intense predicament

is all that I’ve got

to keep me

from the corners

and try and slow the rot

making sense in solitude

pretending that I’m not.

A good morning

I remember that morning

as the sunshine stole the dew

the air was fresh and yearning

the day was meant for you.

Isaac and Albert

While Isaac

helped me

catch an apple

Albert blew

my world apart.

It took a while

to separate

the touch

from the grasp.. TK

Comedy at the bus stop

Brought down

from the gates of hell

Immortalised.

The kiss completed

the book of enchantment

slipping from his hand.

Francesca is brutally separated

from her man.

A sacred moment

Embalmed in a comedy.

Belonging in paradise

ending beyond

purgatory.

The power of the word

fragility of man

the evil within us

escapes from reasons hand.

At this bus stop

wearing a suit

and tie

I see her in a moment

as she passes by,

in the arms or her lover

about to kiss

the truth as always

the lie in brief.

Changing the name of a town

They’ve taken the signposts down.

Decided to change

the name of this town.

For what good it has done

the kites still flying

the fire still burning.

All love taken asunder

burnt to the ground.

The robes of the priest

printed with hate,

centuries of wisdom

lost in bad taste.

The sacred battlefield

I am blind

but I need to see

said the King

to his emissary 

“Describe this battlefield 

to me”. 

The Great War 

is about to start.

Truth is poised

Mortals and gods 

loyalties apart. 

I see heaven and hell

on Earth 

I see the one 

I see the all

I see the divine 

convincing the distracted 

why this bloodshed 

to start. 

From where we were

where we are 

to where we need to be.

The battle between

the battle within, 

Truth and lies entwined

defeated ego’s

misplaced conceit

victory will depend upon

deceit. 

The dust still settles

and the ground is

drenched in blood

humanity will ascend

into the dark. 

Dharma question’s

why tranquility

has been granted 

to the unjust.

This is how it is

this is how it was

Since humanity began 

and then apart.. 

Dampen the light

deepen the dark.

No absolutes within 

none without.

Ashes to ashes 

dust to dust 

In love we are born 

In love we depart. 

Guernica

The hills are fresh,

the grass alight,

a mother’s arms

grasping tight.

Killing is as its always been,

hate erupts,

becomes obscene.

The wolf guides

the falcon,

in deadly flight.

A severed arm

a bull, a horse,

underneath a single light.

Unmarked graves

a solitary note,

a love’s lament.

What binds us tight

is blown apart,

fragments buried

within broken hearts.

Algorithm

Here is where the dove

and the innocent come to die,

Where reason, forsaken,

tired and shaken,

succumbs to ego,

vengeance, and treason.

And the requiem is written,

in a score of scars,

the orchestra indifferent

under falling stars.

Yet somewhere beyond,

this pungent despair,

a whisper endures

and darkness repairs

a hopeful dawn rises

in the cool morning air.

Then history repeats

We agree a surrender

at the edge of defeat.

But the climate dances

to a different rhythm

And carbon paves way

to an algorithm.

The gods

The gods

are on their knees

begging

please please please

just leave us

homeless

leave us free

while you exist

we’ll always be

No need

for bloodshed

no need

to agree

just leave us alone

as philosophies.

No significance

I wandered through

my torrid dream

my mind awake

my soul asleep.

Aching from a

Spanish touch,

a poppy

in a soldier’s clutch.

Through this web

so intricate,

the heart begins

to desiccate.

A half-naked

peacekeeper falls

gasping out a name of god.

In this realm

so passionate

the birth

a star

a crescent afar.

The lines are drawn

the message sent

a bloodbath to cleanse

the difference

of no significance.

Embalming

Embalming

boring jealousy

and petty

revenge

will only

intensify

the pain.

If you think

you’re owed

you’d better

get out fast,

take along

that point

to prove,

and the legacy

that won’t last.

Gone

Gone is the wisdom

with the discreet.

Gone are the shackles

reining in reason,

and peace.

The point is being made

the argument is not done.

The raven awake,

the dove,

on the run.

Cabo Delgado

The silent wood carved

the silent song sung

the dance on sacred ground

Makonde, Makua, Mwani

as one.

While heads roll

deals are signed

the confusions

of the intricate

are sealed with time.

Now the wood

the song

the sacred ground

are gas, ruby’s

and Fabergé.

Cabo like all the rest

raped, bartered, sold

desolate.

Omnipresent

It’s in the flowers

it’s in the pale moonlight,

in the brightness,

and the darkened night.

As the forever

makes the instant light

as we embrace

and hold on tight.

It’s in the trees

as they free their leaves,

and every drop,

returning from the sea.

In these reflections

from my window pane

we are the one,

we are the unified,

taking our chances

with the farthest star,

I collect your glances

with my heart ajar.

I’m glad it’s not that simple

Here is good

And there its evil

I’m glad it’s not

that simple.

Meaningful art

A purposeful walk

away from an arid detail

ideas unrestrained

art for it’s art,

beauty the horse

grotesque the cart.

First kiss

There was this broken rainbow

and the crescent moon

where the angels

lay naked with the devil

humming a sacred tune

The sun the earth

the equinox

equators revealed

reality comes to terms

that it isn’t real

the moments are in a quarrel

about which one

sealed the deal

the debate is rarely over

the truth remains concealed

My breath was always

there to take

my surrender surreal

our first kiss

in a crowded place

my heart and love fulfilled

timekeeper

If I were a timekeeper

I'd make this time 

Stand still

And over the next

million years 

Spend this time 

With you. 

From what I was 

To what I am 

To where I want to be 

It wouldn't really 

mean a thing 

If you weren't 

here with me.

In every work 

of art I read I see and hear 

There is always something 

there for me 

I'd like to whisper

In your ear

So I lift this glass 

thank my stars 

salute the chance

and any coincidences too

continue as a timekeeper

to keep me here

with you. 

In control

I feel your fragrance

I hear your voice,

I linger in these bedrooms,

as if I have a choice.

The mountains in the distance

are hosting the clouds

The neon sign is patient

the traffic’s on the prowl.

The tumour of hatred,

is strangling life,

humanity stands idle,

like a surgeon

without a knife.

If there is forgiveness

it’s only in a prayer,

morsels of hope scattered

dissolved in despair.

The freedom train

is rolling

it’s just running out

of track.

The servants of the people

are hunting in a pack.

You may feel it coming,

you may think it’s gone,

whatever be your

point of view,

it’s likely

to be wrong.

This show is nearly over,

all the bills are almost paid,

what’s left

ain’t in any order

and not worth

the time of day.

I’ll try to keep in fashion

be obedient to all you say

and in a perfect moment

throw it all away.

A kiss

Ah a kiss,

Passion,

lust,

want,

desire,

limbs entwined

sweat

to make me hard

and you wet,

a greeting,

a blessing,

conceal,

betrayal,

a polite farewell,

alas,

indifference.

My love and I

Standing on this shore

the water seems wide

standing on this shore

my love and I

we both need

to make it

to the other side

but we can’t decide

my love and I

This world is low down

the tide is high

my love she’s true

I can’t leave her

in a thicket of lies

Our arms are tired

our embrace is tight

we’ve always been

eye to eye

my love and I

a few bad turns

but you should have seen

us dance the waltz

we were always good at

stepping over lines

my love and I

So as I’m standing here

by the waterside

I’m hoping it isn’t me

that say’s goodbye

I’m being kinda selfish

between my love and I.

Welcome

immerse your mind

enter this chaos

unbutton your blouse,

release the heart,

disentangle each cell,

each vertebra,

unite with this space,

that has blown apart.

Delta

Put aside the language

And calculations

The stagnant

genetic transformations.

Forgive the fragile balance

of valuations

For now my love

let me absorb your shiver

as I kneel to

move my mouth

between your thighs.

Love is

Love is

not mine to give

nor yours to take

its love that gives

it’s love that takes

I am not

the one who loves

neither are you.

Hand in hand

in loves sacred space

love is wise

love is grace.

Changing systems

I thought that she was perfect

her embrace almost real.

Amongst the smoke

the dust

the squalor,

her nakedness concealed.

Her gift taken for granted

and by some higher decree,

debates to be settled

by the rising sea.

The sacrifice repenting

moments gained and lost,

our beauty and our horror

never realising what it cost.

The prisoners rejoicing

the shackles have ceased to care.

The ash is seeking answers

from the wood

which doesn’t care.

A playful illusion

When the trees have recovered 

and the darkness deceased.

When the joy in the winning 

is the same when in defeat. 

As he stoops to ponder 

By the gates of hell. 

For a piece of silver 

the soul shall rest where it will. 

In moments of freedom 

we will decide 

to pretend that we own

which isn’t ours to hide.

Build fragile cages,

with luck

on our side. 

Let's not be hasty 

when we consider deceit.

Focus our attention 

on what we

don’t need.

Leave loyalties behind

in the capable hands 

of dogs,

bulls and beasts. 

Deep in the wasteland 

in the heat and the lust.

Our fears collected 

in a handful of dust. 

The unforgiven don’t matter

to anyone.

Our existence remains, 

in the stars

in the moon

in the sun.

Let’s make a fuss

Let’s make a fuss

of flesh and lust,

dancing on the streets

the moonlight

the satin sheets.

Let the night cave in

then the dawn,

then keep fucking

till dusk.

It’s just you and me

We are all in this together.

None of us are free.

These wheels of blood

deceit and torture,

are pushed by you and me.

So, let’s put aside predicaments,

no need for any moral tree.

No gates of hell

or heaven,

it’s just you and me.

There is infinity

in every moment,

love and deceit

in every kiss.

We are never

all that far away,

from timelessness or peace.

In every falling raindrop,

and each grain of sand,

lie the secrets of the oceans,

and the promised land.

The early morning

I love the early morning

the slow and busy entwined.

Movement defined

by the starlight,

planetary perceptions,

eternity in an instance.

The red dress

can you remember

our dance

when you had

your red dress on?

it’s ok

if you don’t baby

it still turns

me on.

Time has made

it’s claim

whether it exists

or not

every moment

is priceless girl,

you and I

are on.

Wild horses

Won’t you help me

calm my wild horses

down.

I’m not looking

for a miracle cure

but they need taming

of that I’m sure.

When my heart is broken

or my body weak,

that’s when I want them

not to leap.

Lend a hand

to show me where,

I can take it on my own

from there.

Then as they graze

trot and play,

I’ll separate the night

from day.

I’m not looking

for a miracle cure,

but they need taming

of that I’m sure.

I’ll track them slowly

take my time

make the angry ones align,

let the free,

be where they will,

build some bridges

while the waters still.

I’m not looking for

a miracle cure,

but they need taming

of that I’m sure,

it’ll just take a moment

to show me where

I’ll take it on my own

from there.

I like this music

I like this music, 

I like this song, 

many layers to this adventure 

I'll just put this one on,

It's far from the truth 

further from the lie,

let me unbutton

your blouse 

lie by your side.

The room

The room

is dim

the walls

are singing

she’s staring

me out

while masturbating.

The heels

are high,

the breasts

on show

my minds

made up

I have

nowhere else

to go.

Dispersed or gathered in space

Nothing has arrived

Nobody has left

Just dispersed

Or gathered in space.

Is my gaze tender

when we fuck?

Do I lift you gently

with every thrust?

Do your nipples rise

towards my lips?

With no regrets if this moment

was your last?

Then I think we might

meet again.

Try a thing or two,

with our hearts,

make a reach,

gather some trust.

Got some old bones

blood and skin

put a white shirt on

to wrap them in

Gonna see what’s

out there,

try listening in.

Listen to the blooming rose.

Watch the silent space unfold.

Touch the song of a nightingale.

From some ancient Indian epic song,

smell the stars and sing along.

Marching on the beat

of some uncertain distant drum,

disassemble to taste the rays,

take a journey to the sun.

Yesterdays people

In amongst

yesterday's people

determined they can shape 

tomorrow's world.

I try to catch

your eye.

Will you help me 

will you show me 

I just need my lips

between your thighs.

morning

As the stars unite

making the dew nervous

my love will arise

her soft hair 

untidy

her eyelids still

resisting 

her graceful arms

stretching 

her sweet lips 

deciding. 

And what a wonderful world 

this is shaping up

to be. 

You and I

You and I

always were

and will always be

that’s the chaos

of the universe

grasped

by infinity

As we journey

within our

consciousness

reliable uncertainty

am so blessed

that you chose

to rest

and share

some steps

with me.

From whence

the graceful equus

was shackled to a wheel

the unity of

wind and sea

parted by the steel

Came the diseased

proselytisers in

absolute decree

determined

petulant

arrogant

as we humans are

and need to be.

The nipple rose

The nipple rose

to the touch

wait

did it rise

like bread

like the poet said

was it slow

was it lust

you can differentiate

if you must

a superficial debate. TK

just a bond

of momentary trust.

Within Thee

So here I am 

here's where I'll be 

here to stay 

within thee. 

Feel you

like sunlight 

the cool 

mountain breeze, 

drink from the cup

within thee. 

Teach me patience 

in the restless 

show me laughter 

in the pain. 

Heaven on earth,

captured infinity,

safe and vulnerable 

within thee.

A chemical breakdown

Let’s take it to the limits

Let’s aim beyond the reach

Untie those chains of virtue

Free this untamed beast.

As life unfolds in quarters

Let’s just drink to you and me

And just let a chemical break down

determine what needs to be.

Futile victory

The war is fought

the war is won,

the victor's foe

is on the run.

The motive unravels,

the cause revealed,

what seemed to matter

now congealed.

The air is rich

with pomp and grace,

hollow drums

resonate.

So here's to the limelight

here's to the song

and here's to moment

that will soon be gone.

An adolescent  gaze

Her breasts

unrestrained ripe mangoes

concealed behind

a loose red stained blouse

unaware perhaps

of adolescent gaze

during her duties of

household cleanliness.

Three score years and ten

from miles apart

not just by distance

a brief moment

familiar fragrance

memories stories

deletions and additions

lust lost

An uncomplicated parting

a piece of jaggery

some water

ashes

then dust.

Trinidad & Tobago

The pelicans are fishing

the waters calm for now

infinity patiently waiting

for time to take a bow.

The light is determined

to tear the dark apart

the thunder and the lightning

the wretched broken heart.

If there was a reason

no one would have guessed

as the still and motion

unite for each other’s sake.

Athena & Saraswati

We are the guardians

Of this journey 

Whispers Athena softly

To her teacher Saraswati 

Partners despite geography. 

There are no Caesar's  TK apostrophe

Or king's in ceremony 

No head on a pedestal 

Or marches through 

A Marble Arch. 

Our responsibility bequeathed 

To a more noble part.  

There is no place 

I'd rather be 

Than taking a peek

At children's creativity

Plucking at stars 

Playing with infinity. 

Taking some load away

Left behind by reality. 

My close companion

I asked my close companion

how long would she stay

depends on infinity

she said

but let’s settle for

the break of day.

But the war is still raging

there’s blood upon my hands

since the last twelve thousand years

Ive been following commands

She took me deep

and struck me cold

dismantled all I thought was mine

with the thread of eternity

stitched space with time.

Within this restless particle

between each breath you take

the starlight

and the darkness

each instance takes its place

Her grace was swift and beautiful

my consciousness complete

what was and is

and is yet to be

entrapped

in faithful entropy

Sex and travel

I don’t want you to stay here

don’t care what you do –

I won’t waste a long sentence

when two words would do.

Gracious existence

Trapped within

an exhausted star

the secrets

of where, what and

when we are.

In this moment

all said and done

come my love,

Let’s dance

underneath our dying sun

let’s not panic

about who we are.. TK

Let’s share divinity

Entwined in sex 

we press against 

our moments to be free. 

We move a while

and then it's done 

our moist

sacred unity.

And seas

yet to cross 

the victorious defeats, 

they’ll still be there

what’s there to care 

while we share

divinity. 

May I

May I guide you 

And protect you

Never wrong you

In any way. 

Hold you when

You tremble 

Be a firm foundation 

For every step you take. 

May our love 

Be pure and simple

Free in every way 

Never harm a single hair

Nor have a price to pay. 

May my wishes 

bring you silver linings 

And wind beneath your wings 

As you soar towards the stars above

Realising all your dreams. 

May I gather the years 

Behind me 

So you can pick on any one 

To keep you courageous 

your determination strong. 

May my every kiss and touch

Be warm 

and comfort you within 

And never make you feel alone

Or panic in between. 

A precious place

Immerse your mind

celebrate this chaos,

unbutton your blouse

release the heart

disentangle each cell

each vertebrae

unite with the space

let’s do it in style

with beauty and grace

whatever it’s not

but it’s still

a precious place.

Preciosa

The spears of lust align,

her hands

full of music

of parchment moon.

The singing turns

to despair.

In the midst of

Romancero Gitano,

Preciosa runs with the wind

in her hair.

Never take love for granted,

for in that moment that you do,

your beloved will slip asunder,

like ashes from the wood.

Lay your head on my shoulder

When your heart

is aching

feeling alone,

your happiness is mingling

with the sorrow below,

the grief overwhelming

out of control,

lay your head on my shoulder,

let my loving embrace,

make your confusions

feel out of place.

A selfish wish

The windows

wide open

the air is sweet

and fresh.

My belt still

embracing,

the chair beneath

your dress.

Your breasts

soft and gentle

took my breath away,

my wish is

true and simple,

in a selfish

kinda way.

Vintage

The wine is used to waiting

I’m happy that I’m not

so before the grape

is rest assured,

I’ll toast every drop.

I am whole because of you

The light bends

to thank the dark.

Near is only

after being apart.

The crooked

certain

until the line.

Where would gravity be

without space and time.

For in that moment

when we first met,

our lives entwined

intricate.

Spending our time

as lovers do

I am whole

because of you.

The rock

Trillions bits of motion

unnoticed and discrete

coupled with the universe

stationary, complete.

I kissed her

open lips

I praised

her beauty

it’s the least

a man could do

faced with such adversaries

Your breasts

confined

in satin

and fine

embroidery

won’t they prefer

to be free?

My lips await

let’s not deliberate

unfasten

and let me

be the man

I used to be.. TK

I am a slave

Am a slave

for the beauty

which dissolved

in a wash,

and the social media

dictator

posting

in a rush.

A haphazard

dilemma

a mediocre

crush.

Love is

like a fire

burns with

a touch.

My superficial

obsession

flawed strategy,

pretending

to be useful

just for you

and me.

The neon windmill

I love to see you naked

by the window side

with the moon

the neon windmill

turning light.

I love to move

inside you

from behind

your nipples

against my palms

feeling ripe.

All the questions

with the answers

put aside

no need for the rules

to blur the lines

taking turns

with positions

while pouring the wine

swaying with lyrics

as we blow our minds.

Old and new

There are these inquisitions

these different points of view,

migrations of convenience,

between the old and new.

Bamboo flute

This bamboo flute

in my hands

lies silent since the day

the breath that soothed

my aching mind

had blown its last

and slipped away.

Departed

Whenever the gracious

have departed,

or the silent

weep,

and time takes forever

to heal.

It’s consoling to remember

those moments

so tender

when I knelt

to taste the sweetness

from your lips.

Relaxing with the wine

I’m perched here

with the privileged

relaxing with the wine

comfortable in the laughter

taking my own

sweet time.

For the moment

is forsaken

and eternity defined

I won’t take

your love

for granted

But do

lay claim

on mine.

Blessed

No more conversations

the breath

needs its rest

I have been loved

and have loved

I’ve been graciously blessed

Folding infinity

what is here

what is true

Something ancient

Something new

Let’s mix the stars together

And as the light comes through

dance against a new horizon

fold the infinite in two.

Memories

What are these memories

made of?

asked the mortal

of the divine

What you remember

as memories

are moments in time.

dispersed in this universe

entangled in space

vaguely in your mind

So take what you can

and savour

take what it takes

and be free

use your memories

to support you

when your body

struggles to be.

Bold and battered

This bar is bold

and battered

it's past 

is indiscrete. 

A place where my

mind can wander 

and fantasy release. 

I come to love 

fearlessly 

command while on my knee.

Explore the sex 

take what’s left,

it doesn’t matter yet

depend on lies 

in-between. 

No lines divide

nor colours taint, 

no method

is obsolete. 

Satan lies 

on an angel's thighs 

and she takes him 

deep and sweet. 

I'll be walking through

the morning,

walking through 

the night. 

Protected and secluded

without a law 

in sight. 

And I’ll invite you

to share this place 

within my heart 

and mind. 

It may be bold and battered

but we have an endless 

piece of time. 

buffet

Am guest at this grand buffet

with continents swishing

across my plate.

Imagination the saviour

reality the key.

Wondering if my suit,

is just too young,

for me.

This unnecessary martyrdom,

is better

than the best,

intricate,

and totally useless.

Time

The father.

The healer.

The impatient itinerant.

Absorbent.

Relentless.

Resilient.

Intolerant.

Enslaving it’s creator.

A thief.

Relative.

Non-existent.

Abandoned by heat.

Prescient and alone.

Nasadia 10:129

Following the link

of flesh and blood,

from where

the end begins.

The darkness becomes,

the light within.

Infinity assembles

with arms

open wide.

The cord is extended,

above and below

side by side.

With poetic wisdom

an existence entwined,

the heart makes peace

with a restless mind.

Heaven is not above

nor is hell below.

Demons, angels

and holy ghosts,

dance right here,

upon my soul.

Ouroboros

Between the stars

and the inner self

a brief millennia

of particles and waves

behold the wonder

as the serpent

seeks its tail.

Sacred ceiling

Finger reaching

to a lifeless hand

destiny about

to start.

The brain

the womb

the rib is apart

art the horse

divine the cart.

The tide

There’s a tide

that they say

is coming

it’s coming

to drown

us fast.

It’s a game

that the

players are playing

the rules are fixed

the pace is fast

Take my hand

my sweet darling

let’s make

this millennium

stay still

for time

has no companion

and space

has its own

free will.

Tat Tvam Asi 

In the depths 

within. 

Where the raindrop 

on the river becomes

an absolute. 

The smoke and the wood

in peace 

Tat Tvam Asi. 

Death does not part

nor birth begin. 

Silence brings noise,

then the music.

Uniting the finite

with infinity 

in thee, them and me

Tat Tvam Asi. 

Transparent, opaque 

then reflect’s.

The light from the soul, 

elements in the air 

Not vague or misunderstood 

but crystal clear 

Tat Tvam Asi.

Avida Dollars

Between the real

and surreal

abstract lies.

The wounded angels

disgraced saints

sodomised virgins

in elegance.

Melting time

sublime and grace,

masturbating behind

a distorted face.

The defiant angel

I asked 

a fallen angel 

was he still in pain? 

was the journey 

worth it? 

any regrets remain? 

“Oh the journey 

was hard and torrid 

I just couldn't stand

the thirst 

what they called temptation 

I just had to know

the worst”.

“The light was bright

and blinding, 

so much 

I couldn't see 

To continue 

with this handicap 

It just wasn't for me”.

I drunk deep

a thousand times 

I kissed her long

and watched her sleep. 

With each touch 

of her breasts

unlocked a shackle

from my feet. 

As my throat

kept getting dryer,

I heard voices

of retreat.  

But uncertain steps 

are tiresome 

so, I boldly 

walk the streets 

you ask me 

was it worth it?

do I have regrets?

I love this feel of freedom

and my journey 

Isn't over yet”.

Alternative feelings

Listen to the blooming rose

Watch the silent dew unfold.

Touch the song of a nightingale.

From some ancient Indian epic song,

tap the stars and sing along.

Marching on the beat

of some stellar distant drum,

See the moon stare at the sun,

feel the graceful stallion run

Exceptions

There are exceptions,

the flower in amongst

the rocks,

the hand that feels,

where others dare not touch.

The ordinary walls of norm,

breeding ground for mediocrity.

It’s not for you,

It’s not for me.

I don’t subscribe

to any ism’s,

I’m no member

of any ist’s,

just passing through

trying not to get noticed.

Any achievements then or now,

it wasn’t me,

and I don’t know how.

Misunderstood

I may have been

misunderstood

but I’m not

all that certain.

The risk of bias

in any trial

can prejudice

and burden.

No beginning, no end

As there was stardust

in the beginning,

so it will be in the end,

let’s stick together

for these precious moments

what will become

has always been,

as there is no beginning

or no end.

Silence the psalm

Everything leaves

nothing is lost.

Beyond each agreement

some souls

have been sold

and some bought

The mountains

unsettled

the oceans are calm

I’ll take the present

silence the psalm.

Death does not part

Do not grieve

I have not gone.

I was always

I am ONE.

I am not the only one.

You are as much here,

as I am there,

with the universe,

with the stardust,

and no final farewells

we are forever,

we are together,

we are within the ONE.

The singer must die

The poet

is no longer

writing

or singing.

After all

said and done,

for the cracks

we carry on.

The etiquette

of one night

stands

the union

of the woman,

the man.

Bewildered by

how to repent

disarming despair

on a kitchen

chair.

The scheme

upon a mountaintop

the messiah

learning,

about the heart,

from a dictator

with

a flower pot.

Love the engine

love the wise

the necessary

hidden life.

Losing graciously

with a disfigured

saint.

Giving up

on a holy game.

Fulfilment

remains

unfulfilled,

solitude

in a stubborn raincoat

not giving up,

an orange peel

in an empty

tea cup.

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A restless Merlot 

on the table 

beside a cohiba

beyond repair.

Aching hearts

and fragile laughter 

balanced in a room 

that doesn’t care. 

It seems far 

from the bloodshed.

Far from the

fresh orphans’

and mothers’ tears. 

Blaming someone

freezing in the ninth circle,

some misguided 

ruthless debonair. 

Other species 

busy with survival 

we’ve reached

and have taken 

what was theirs. 

The universe 

forever convincing 

what we treasure

never was and 

isn’t there. 

We’ve all seen 

our reflection 

We’ve laboured

with the gods 

and the stars 

The worst and the best

within us

there is no 

moral camouflage. 

Let’s drink to

the prodigal journey

and to those engines

in the sky

Salute the reverend

blue jeans 

stop asking

the proverbial why?

With each wounded 

child, woman

and the man 

we’re all complicit,

partisan

Birth & death of a universe.

Let’s take it to a level

to where it’s never been

for time is forsaken

and nothing really leaves.

For the many here before us

and the many still to be

for the hearts in confusion

and the souls in between.

The smiles are concealing

a pure and secret love

philosophies consoling

the broken heart above

For where do we falter?

and who does proclaim?

the journey or the predicament,

neither one to blame.

Settling in prose or verse

the distant dancing stars

sprinkled on lucid dust

from the birth or death

of a universe.

Ashtadhyayi 

How did this happen

how can this be, 

says the master

to the world, 

we need clarity. 

Devoted to the laws 

of Ashtadhyayi

let it be known 

that the sun 

never rose in the east,

nor set in the west. 

Now it is

and the happening

can be.

I lay my work 

giving wings for Patanjali. 

Decision in a cafe

In an exhausted café

debating with a spoon.

Am in no hurry,

But could do

with some conclusions,

move on soon.

The picture of the longing land,

so elegant and grim,

the waitress with her glances

the coffee

and the cream.

Perhaps I should have chosen wisely,

it’s not all as it seems

just a minor adjustment,

a more realistic dream.

Feel the breeze on my face

If I can grasp

within the walls

of my mind

that in a moment

I become no more,

I can unchain

from debate

and feel the breeze

on my face.

Making changes

The poet is making changes,

tuning up the line.

Not taking any chances,

just his own sweet time.

Once the words are written

and the lines are read,

he knows he’s in it far to deep TK*too

it becomes I am I said.

View from an Airbus A380

Flying over troubled lands - no boundaries or fences to be seen - we have all been walking for so many years - since when did it all become so out of fashion?

Veins Against the Sky (Songs)

Doctors of the heart

Her face upon the pillow

the stare in her eyes,

those autumn branches

look like veins against the sky.

Crazy situations

running through his mind,

those flowers by the window

the healing hands of time.

He remembers the beginning

imagines that feeling,

when the light shone through the dark.

Love knows no indecisions,

nor rhyme nor reasons,

there are no doctors of the heart.

Left to intuitions

her shyness seemed to care,

a walk round the fire

red powder in her hair,

all that was floating free was caught unawares,

the skipping in the courtyard

the longing by the stairs.

He remembers the beginning

imagines that feeling

when the light shone through the dark.

Love knows no indecisions,

nor rhyme nor reasons

there are no doctors of the heart.

All those precious moments

seemed so complete

like a fire in the winter

wings upon a breeze.

Pride floats between their eyes,

as others speak

stories of achievements

generations on their feet.

He remembers the beginning

imagines that feeling,

when the light shone through the dark.

Love knows no indecisions

nor rhyme nor reasons

there are no doctors of the heart.

Drifting recollections

his smiles by the stream

all his hesitations

his silent screams.

In amongst the jewels scattered in the sky

there is only one

reflecting in his eyes.

He remembers the beginning

imagines that feeling,

when the light shone through the dark.

Love knows no indecisions

nor rhyme nor reasons

there are no doctors of the heart.

There are no doctors of the heart.

There never will be any doctors of the heart.

If there is a heaven

I see your smile dancing

those soft eyes enchanting

lifting my soul from my bones.

Even though the road seems hazy

I’m not seeing clearly

I have never loved like this before.

With your asking

innocent demanding

I don’t feel lonesome anymore

and if there is a heaven I’m sure

This is what it’s for.

Even though the sun is shining

the warm sea inviting

it seems so endless from the shore.

The leaves are passing time

given you what’s been mine

all those stories on the wall.

With your playful swagger

nothing seems to matter

don’t feel like counting anymore

And if there is a heaven I’m sure

This is what its for.

Like the breeze that’s passing

moonlight strolling

gently across the lawn

may your footsteps be sure.

With your hand in mine

no reading between the lines

clear as a dew drop on a rose.

All my sunshine’s

All my wild times

I’m ready to forsake them all

And if you’re stumbling

I’ll be standing

Just where you’re gonna fall

And if there is a heaven I’m sure

This is what it’s for.

Like the highest mountains

unwinding branches

reaching out for more

may all your wishes

be tall.

My mind is all entwined

cant seem to unwind

It’s easy when you show me how

I hope I have the time

to see you walking by

travelling upon your road

If you catch me smiling

I’m just reminding

of a story from before

And if there is a heaven

I’m sure

This is what it’s for.

A fine morning in a troubled land

Train pulls up in the heat of the day

crowds spill out

and they are on their way.

Child reaches up with the palm of her hand

eyes look down

and then turn away

The town is alive tonight

and we are feeling fine

traffic’s just a blur

in the neon signs

sun rises up

one more head in the sand

a fine morning

in a troubled land.

Only the river knows what trouble that its in

the waters not deep enough to wash away the sins.

Eyes shut tight deep in some prayer

a girl skips barefoot

with a flower in her hair

The town is alive tonight

and we are feeling fine

traffic’s just a blur

in the neon signs

sun rises up

one more head in the sand

a fine morning

in a troubled land.

The sky is cracking whips

the streets are awash

graceful ankles are slipping in the mud

out in the fields his lips are curling up

the child is gonna sleep tonight

with a belly all full up

The town is alive tonight

and we are feeling fine

traffic’s just a blur

in the neon signs

sun rises up

one more head in the sand

a fine morning

in a troubled land.

Senses are running wild

and colours screaming out

smells floating in the breeze

mother scolds a child.

The last stall in the lane

as all but had enough

she’s wrapping up for today

tomorrows looking rough.

The town is alive tonight

and we are feeling fine

traffic’s just a blur

in the neon signs

sun rises up

one more head in the sand

a fine morning

in a troubled land.

They are twisting conversations

and move with serpents guile

many of them making laws

are pending trials.

In this situation what makes those eyes smile

It’s that last trick

in Pandora’s style.

The town is alive tonight

and we are feeling fine

traffic’s just a blur

in the neon signs

sun rises up

one more head in the sand

a fine morning

in a troubled land.

It’ll be alright

The wine has been waiting

anticipating for a while.

Don’t mind my saying

I have been praying for your smile.

So kick off your shoes

let’s tap to the tunes of tonight.

With your head on my shoulders

let’s leave all our worries

till the early morning light

it’ll be alright.

I felt you tremble

when those clouds took you by surprise.

You said my darling

take away this longing

from my life.

So kick off your shoes

let’s tap to the tunes of tonight.

With your head on my shoulders

let’s leave all our worries

till the early morning light

it’ll be alright.

You felt my sorrow

kissed that teardrop from my eye.

When we embrace

all the troubles I face

melt like ice

it’ll be alright.

My love I shall miss you

here’s a rose to remind you

of our times.

We’ll only feel closer

when all of our maybes are behind.

So kick off your shoes

let’s tap to the tunes of tonight

with your head on my shoulders

let’s leave all our worries

till the early morning light

it’ll be alright.

Make way for your smile

If youre feeling insecure

got your lights turned down low

my darling take my hand

I’ll try to understand

If the moments let you down

your worlds been turned around

my love I’ll take the time

to read what’s in your mind

So Let your feelings flow

make may for your smile

like a river

shifting the sand.

When the day breaks into stars

and you feel a heavy heart

let me whisper in your ear

lead you safely through the dark.

If the moments let you down

your worlds been turned around

my love I’ll take the time

to read what’s in your mind.

So Let your feelings flow

make may for your smile

like a river

shifting the sand.

Being well prepared

in a world that doesn’t care

just feel the love

that we share.

If the moments let you down

what you said been turned around

my love I’ll take the time

to read what’s in your mind.

So let your feelings flow

make may for your smile

like a river

shifting the sand.

Sunrise

Sunrise in a clear blue sky

your lips caressed by the morning light

I remember late last night

your soft face in the candlelight.

Funny how it all turned out right

those aging rocks

a ship passing by

ringing bells

those shimmering lights

the gentle breeze

by the water side.

I’d take this day

and hold it tight

a precious moment

in my life

floating clouds

we are flying high

you rest your hair and I close my eyes.

Time moves on

The river flows

and on its shore

there is a house whose walls can speak.

From the tree of mystery

the fruits that I stole were so sweet.

And time moves on

a new dawn

is rising from its sleep

and I lay a song

at its feet.

The rising dust

the breaking earth

waiting for the skies to weep.

Stories told

by lips so old

sending me softly to sleep.

And time moves on

a new dawn

is rising from its sleep

and I lay a song

at its feet

I wonder how

she’s doing now

does she remember that kiss?

Must confess

things looked their best

when dreams were floating free.

And time moves on

a new dawn

is rising from its sleep

And I lay a song

at its feet.

When my voice is still

this river will

carry me to the sea.

And those walls

and that tree

will sing a new harmony.

And time moves on

a new dawn

is rising from its sleep

And I lay a song

at its feet.

Tomorrow’s never easy

She looked through her misty eyes

felt a pounding in her brain

all that she’d done for love

was slipping down the drain.

The only explanation

keeping her insane

involved a selfish lover

and the powder in her veins.

Tomorrow’s never easy

as it may seem

what we take for granted

may be someone else’s dream

make way for the lovers

make them kings and queens

let them take the pain away

just before the screams.

It all seemed well controlled

then the moment slipped away

all that was well disguised exploded

one fine day.

Walking round the courtyard

in a regimental way

his folks never really cared

for what the papers had to say.

Tomorrow’s never easy

as it may seem

what we take for granted

may be someone else’s dream

make way for the lovers

make them kings and queens

let them take the pain away

just before the screams.

They arrived in a foreign land

the crescent against the cross

in a blaze of fire

avenging what was lost

when the dust had settled

the people looked confused

with no explanation

of what happened to the truth.

Tomorrow’s never easy

as it may seem

what we take for granted

may be someone else’s dream

make way for the lovers

make them kings and queens

let them take the pain away

just before the screams.

In between the flowers

the feel beyond the touch

the ruthless few camouflage

the countless sleeping rough.

We all have our moments

when we listen to our hearts

that’s when the stars unite

light comes shining through the dark

Tomorrow’s never easy

as it may seem

what we take for granted

may be someone else’s dream

make way for the lovers

make them kings and queens

let them take the pain away

just before the screams.

Tomorrow’s never easy

as it may seem

what we take for granted

may be someone else’s dream

make way for the lovers

make them kings and queens

let them take the pain away

just before the screams.

Tracking time

Sitting by the fire

in the candlelight

sipping conversation

with the moon in sight

it’s late in the evening

and the time is right

to stay a while longer

or to say goodnight.

Moments are floating

and we feel sublime

I’ve lost all hope of tracking time

the touch of your hand says it might be alright

to linger on your lips

as I’m leaving tonight.

I’m feeling for the words

to change your mind

hoping you can read between the lines

your hair looks so graceful

as you pour the wine

the music stays faithful

to the silent lines.

Moments are floating

and we feel sublime

I’ve lost all hope of tracking time

the touch of your hand says it might be alright

to linger on your lips

As I’m leaving tonight.

I pause at my doorstep

with a smile in my mind

I was wrong and right at the same time

the rules of these engagements are well defined

grey in colour and the edges are entwined.

Moments are floating

and we feel sublime

I’ve lost all hope of tracking time

the touch of your hand says it might be alright

to linger on your lips

As I’m leaving tonight.

Trying to remember

If you’re trying to remember

Or just burying the past

Looking for some loving

Something fast

Well take my hand baby

let’s make this moment last

there’s love and there’s hatred

given time they can both break our hearts

but let’s stay faithful to the music

and worship the dark

we’ll hand in our surrenders

and lift another glass.

It doesn’t matter baby

Where you’re from

Or where you’re at

I’ll make no judgements

I’m not sober for that

Come the morning

There will be no questions asked

On a night like this

We really shouldn’t be apart

I still can’t figure

Why we still don’t listen to our hearts

You can walk right in

With no strings when you walk out

I’m spoilt for choices

Too many battles to fight

But they are saving me a place

This might be my last night

So don’t spoil your chances of

Being kind

If you’ve trying to remember

Or just burying the past

Looking for some loving

Something fast

Well take my hand baby

lets make this moment last.

Walking here alone

Its a crazy situation

it’s coming here to last

wishing for salvation

looking for it fast

Feeling kinda seasick

standing on the shore

in the land of plenty

they are melted to the bone.

These books they all tell me

there is nothing that I own

in this great adventure

we are walking here alone.

The tree that gave me shelter

is buried under stone

The ice weeping slowly

unnoticed and forlorn

Feel the inspiration

upon the wings of love

When the clouds are gathered

it lifts me with the doves

My heart it tells me

there is nothing to mourn

in his final journey

to where he was born.

A pack of graceful sinners

too busy looking good

In the shadows of the limelight

a few give us hope

The rains have been unfaithful

to those who need her most

The seasons whisper softly

to a tired earth.

They have taken what is sacred

tried to turn it into gold

Impressed by little virtues

which can be bought

and then sold

These books they all tell me

there is nothing that I own

in this great adventure

we are walking here alone.