Tuesday, August 18, 2009

My Blue Love

Hopeless desires creep through Your bones

and break down in lonely subways at dead of night –

crying, like a mirror, shattered to a thousand blue pieces

Hollow, Naked, Divine…….

These pages are torrid, copious, like midnight rain,

like sad saxophones, like tears…..blue and Angelic……

Making love to the cold melancholia of Your eyes….

Dying forlorn loveless deaths in a thousand empty

nights…. Like moths diving into the flames……

like the numbness that seeps into the roots

from beyond the deathless pale of the misty hazy

horizons and clouds…….

Breasts….. white like the sad snow of the full moon

yet lively…..like two chariots of fire……….

The ivory of passions rushing through from the zero

to the infinite – the journey of the nameless mirages –

chasing the fools to their eternity….. like the aurorae….

like the fire of Babylon…… lonely nights of Babylon

through the grass and mud of fifty two centuries

The Angel sighs……The Angel cries

The goblet of poison

The acid of my veins…….

The eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani

rustling through the leaves

The worn out words Ginsberg encircling the smokes

like black serpents in hypnotic fury

The ancestors of these million seraph nights blowing

their trumpets in the maddening blue harmony

The guilt of Jocasta trembling in the rage of Oedipus

The million Caesars marching past Rubicon

The dark wombs of previous births

The endless Benzedrine harmonies,

The pains of Resurrection

The smiling skeletons

The dead butterflies

The lost memories

The dates

The facts

The desires

The thirst

The Buddha

The Dharma

The Sangha

The Ohm

The Tat

The Sat…..

The Angel sighs.....

The fireflies fight the stars

The new world beckons from

the other side of the nightshade

The tired blue Dylan walks away

from the fume and fury, vanishing

into the lonesome midnight mist…….

The Jokerman, the Tambourine Man,

The Man of Constant Sorrow – they too

dissolve and melt and fade away into the

senile silent worship of the faithless Dahlia…..

And yet, and yet,

the Angel sighs, yes she does

And then she breaks like a little girl…….

The moon…..Your forehead……

Your sleep……I’ll eat the moon,

I’ll eat Your forehead, I’ll eat Your sleep

I’ll eat You up……The blue You….

I’ll make love to You like the Fire

makes love to the Skies and the Clouds

to the mystic Ganges with the Sun

dipping down for one final time…..

the Holy Dip……the red blur in the waters….

The final finite Red before the eternal Blue

The dancing nymphs in the moonlight

swirl around the dreamy dusts and histories

of the times since the beginning of time

and break themselves and the visions

into the ultimate realization of the Ka

and the insatiate whispers of breathing,

fainting, in the halo of nicotine nightmares

and the cold blue assurance of the gist of

everything to exist or not to

and the waiting for final vision to arrive

at last. Puking away the ill-conceived

cycles and karmas and reasons and metaphors

and hallucinations and such worthless façade

that cover You up like a blue haze……smoke……

Oh yes, the blue…… the blue……

The blue ashes

The blue dust

The blue light

The blue darkness

The blue myrrh

The blue canvas

The blue Lorca

The blue abyss

The blue sadness

The blue absinthe

The blue whispers

The blue death

The blue El

The blue Shantih……

The blue everything……

The blue You

You…. You….. You……..

Ohm Bhur Bhuvah Swah, Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi, Dhiyo Yo Nah Prachodayat

Everything for You…..

7 comments:

Rudrani Gangopadhyay said...
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Som...getting it off my chest!! said...

I know the inspirations for parts of this poem...and those I don't know, I can guess. But what's the use of searching for the bland white background behind when the motion before one's eyes is captivating, is lyrical, will keep him high till midnight. So I'll just take the beauty of this piece...I won't use hollow adjectives. I hope you understand what I mean.

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witchery of the soft blue sky!

Atindriyo said...

@ Rudrani : agapashtola, lyaja-muro bhyengchi......shob tor....
Pukkush:)
@Som : I do......thanks a lot friend
@Quintie: :)

Samadrita said...

Well I've never seen anyone write poetry like this.And I mean it.
Hats off to you!

Medha said...

...ah.

Mona said...

rather long...but thk god u gave me the prelude to this poem..
otherwise, it might have been diff for me to understand...!!!

good job!