The Wind Blows Eastward

I lie upon a changeless, yellow sea

Above me, is a fountain of hate

My lips, a parched well through which life runs free

For the wine of your love, the wait

My body is caked with despair's breath

A raiment suited to my plight

I wait amid sifting pores of death

Dear hope has not taken flight

I look to the tyrant, lord of endless thirst;

I am neither wanderer, nor sacrifice, nor feast

I am a mirage, not born of your heat

I shall shimmer away from your grasp

Though your malice dances underfoot

And even in the shade

Alive I shall be

Scorch me if you will

But hearken my tale

For in it lies the secret

To my tempered will...

In her eyes there is no oasis

But there is depth, there is mystery

And a shimmering image of me

She is not the fairest in the land

But she is of the earth

She has slept upon the sand

Her skin is not ivory, under the stars

But her embrace is a promise, unbreakable, warm

Her bosom is the desert's dream of wars

And of storm clouds taken form

'I will wait', she said

As the horizon swallowed me

The wind carried her whisper

Toward the blue seas

Her whisper binds my spirit

It is the call of the oud

Upon the velvet night

It tugs at the strands of my heart

And my solitude roars unraveled

Ten years I have walked

Served fortune like a slave

Now a shipwreck, then a war

Here an innocent life to save

But now I am done

I will wander no more

My longing sways in the twilight dust

The sand slumbers beneath

The wind now blows eastward

It wraps my face with rough, cool hands

My talon-brown eyes look towards

My home, a forgotten, dream-born land

And with the will of a galloping horde

Of black horses with star-sharp eyes

Those beat on the satin womb of the sands

The rhythm of a moon-white riq

I rise from the golden dust, a mystic

Of love that has too long been denied

Of oases that lost souls forever seek

Of music that is a thousand deserts wide

I walk to the hill that grows gently in the wind

I leave behind pain and wounds of memory

And they tumble as tiny avalanches, golden tears

Trickling towards a deepening valley in an endless sea

And dawn comes and kisses my unbelieving eyes

Guilty of having forgotten its caress, they cringe

And there in the far distance, at the fingertip of the skies

Is a solitary palm, blackened by a red disk, ascending

The wind blows eastward

I fall to my knees, my being takes wing

In the distance, the palm rises; a crooked shard,

A seif that pierces the emptiness within

What Do I write

What do I write to a flittery sprite

Who wrinkles her nose that way

What do I write that she probably might

Just snigger and and laugh away

She sits in a corner and thinks up the night

And dreams of blue laughter wrapped in delight

And tumbles in stardust and infant light

In a world so far away

I tilt up her chin, fall into her eyes

Where she holds the stars asway

A kiss to her lips; the scent of sweet spice

And sun-burnt mangoes in May

What di I write to a feather, a kite -that

Will unravel and take flight

What do I write to a dream, a sight

That's true and yet, not quite

Old memories glide in blue complexioned skies

New instances writhe in forgotten desires

That playfully stoke to bristling fires

A thousand tomorrows today

She drinks up the sun and wrinkles her lips

And smiles a glorious day

She hides a few sigh above her hips

They spill as she walks and they sway

What do I write to life's naughtiest rite

That will scatter in the ocean spray

And watch it alight 'pon wings that requite

The bonds of spirit and clay

I Wish

There were moments when I

Had wished upon a star

And that wish came true for me

But once when I

Had wished upon a star

The star flew down to me

It was then that I

Had wished away my wish

And sat by the lonesome star

The star was lonely

And the star was sad

For its home was round and vast

And when the star would cry

And a cloud passed by

I would wipe its tears away

And then time passed

Like each moment was the last

And we were lovers star cross't

But the night grew wary

It was time for day

And the sky began to sway

First a blue then a grey

Then orange o'er the bay

That licked the shadows away

The star was caught

At the birth of day

It panicked and grew distraught

I stopped to think

And said with a wink

'Everyday is swallowed by night'

The star kissed my cheek

With an ice blue streak

And threw itself to the dark

It was home it was safe

But lonely as a waif

It twinkled without a spark

Soon it was night

But the sky had changed

The ink-blots faced the wrong way

I was home, I was lost

Under an ocean of light

I was a castaway

There was a time when I

Had wished upon a star

And the star came down to me

That the wrong I wrought

I may one day right

I now wish upon the night

I wish I may

I wish I might

Get my wish tonight

வைகறையே வருக

மனதில் தினமும் புதிதாய்ச் சிலிர்த்தெழும்பும்

இசையே நீ வருக

என்னுள் அசைவே நீ வருக

என்றோ மறந்தப் பாடல்

காற்றில் தவழ்ந்து வரும்

எங்கோ தொலைந்ததுத் தேடல்

உன் வருகையில் மலர்ந்தக் கணம்

உன் விழியில் விடிவைத் தேடும்

எல்லையிலா வானம் (2)

வைகறையே வருக...

உன்

கண்களில் விம்மும் திவலை

மனதில் அலை மோதும்

நேரமெனும் தொடர்க் கவலை

உன் மடியில் ஓய்ந்து விடும்

விரியும் வானம், நீயும் நானும்,

குருகும் நம் உலகம், இனிமேல் இது போதும்

வைகறையே வருக...

இடை வழியில் நடுவானம் இலக்கானதே

கரையோரம் தடுமாறிக் கால் நின்றதே

காணாத காற்றாகவே

தோணாத கவிதை போலே

மின்னல்களோ இரவின் பின்னல்களோ – நின்று

நில்லாமல் புரண்டோடும் எண்ணங்களோ

முத்தங்களோ மழையின் சத்தங்களோ –சாரல்

பின்னும் வலைக்குள் விண்மீன்களின் யுத்தங்களோ

பனிமொட்டில் கதிர் வீழ்ந்ததே

நினைவெங்கும் நனைகின்றதே

மழலைக்குள் பூச்செண்டு ராகங்களே

தீராத ஆசைகள் யாகங்களே

இடையசைவின் இடையில், உன் மௌனங்களில்

ஒரு நொடியில் ஒரு நூறு சோகங்களே

கதவோரம் சாயும் கன்னம் – என்

கனவோரம் விரியும் வண்ணம்

The Candle

A candle screams its yellow silence

And intermittent rasps

Into the smothering distance

In hapless flickering gasps

It offers its being to the flame

The flame flicks it into the sky

And in darkness, wilting, diminished

The candle wonders why

The flame unhinges grotesqueries

Upon its waxen skin

And cackles, 'this is you! This is you!

This is what you are within!'

Molten hate coalesces

Above a scooped out head

And drips down in spines of curdled whines

of death knell spawned dread

The candle wept hot anger at fate

The tears hissed at the wood

It screamed and the flame's naked dance

For a moment, suspended, stood

The candle thought, 'the battles I've fought

Have not brought wisdom nigh.'

The flame burns hot, but I seek the dark

Dare I ask, Who am I?'

The candle stood silent, stark

Grey-blue curves twisted and flexed

Time watched noiselessly in the dark

And the flame became a spark

Through a Blind Man's Eyes

I would like to see you

Through a blind man's eyes

A breeze softened by a downward smile

Warm solace laden with sighs

I would like to see you

Through a blind man's eyes

and fill the blackness of my gaze

with true love's warm embrace

I would like to see you

Through a blind man's eyes

See innocence, fear and beauty true

That in you, soul-deep, hides

I would like to see you

Through a blind man's eyes

And in a world sans light or color

Understand the skies

I would like to see you

Through a blind man's eyes

And not chafe my life as day and night

But feel memories grow and rise

I would like to see you

Through a blind man's eyes

That I may at last look deep and far

And see you for what you are