FLOWERS OF ETHER

Drft…Wud

When love lost her face
shape it’s shadow
& self found it’s demise

A poet comes undone

On the wings of fireflies
Of infinite hypothesis
In the premise
Of an universe in ruins
Where A theory
On the end of a road,
to no where.
find its conclusion strange.
Like a fragrance born
That Cant be sought in sound ,light or space.
Equations & reasons
Like a sap
That cannot be found in the tree
it bloomed.
Like the Self that was me
in crystals of memory.


Every moment
born from thee.
is a Flower of Ether
I yearn so dear
Emptier then thy empty core
Rarer then void
Farther from the furthest shore
Into heart of being
that unfurls a fountain of eternity ,
on its petals of torpor.


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THE INVERTED TREE
oh i miss mY sap of baobab i planted
despite the aggression of a fucking chagol which tries to eat her up
she has come up to almost a tree ...how ever she is no more a sap at my bedside.
MAN FCUK THE CHAGOLS
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COMING OF A RAIN

DRFT...WUD

I sniff a blue mist in the air
As I feel the heavens stairs
descending slowly down.
A blinding spark
on the fakirs crown
HAIL HO GUYS !!!
A leaden cloud
full of dreams
descends upon de burning town.

All the fever in the coal tar
sucked up to the belly of ether.

And a hidden desire
In the embrace of subterranean dark
Beyond comprehension of reason
In some realm of stark
Rises its green head
with the vengeance of convalescence sweet.
A quavering lonely twig
like some proud flag against treason
gazing at the silvered mirror.
Her mothers face there
fertile full and with flowing main

As I see
a journey beyond the horizon
Jus beginning
on the coming of a rain.


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i just read first 4 pages of SHAVITRI BY AUROBINDO
first book
canto 1
the symbol of dawn
Its so hard to be original
Thats the problem with reading.
That is one of the many blemish who learn by book.
They are just clones .And produce repetition like this stuff of mine
"coming of rain"
So moral of the story, original ones dont bother to read OR follow.
yeah even if its from Aurovindo
confused
ha!ha!
think about it.
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No seriously
as i gather Shavitri the poem changed with time
every time into higher dimensions
every time he reached one level up he changed the lines
as Aurovindos PRCEPTION OF REALITY evolved over time.
the final draft as we read today is
consciousness in full bloom.
so my personal opinion is that we should start from the earliest version
and step up as he evolved
EVOLVED INTO ANOTHER CONSCIOUSNESS
INTO ANOTHER BEING DIFFERENT FROM HUMAN
only then we could have a full xploration of a mind
but i think today that might b impossible
i don't think any single human has done that
IN OUR GENERATION AT LEAST
It is true there were always epics like Mahabharat and stuffs
with this kinda range.
But they were perhaps written by many.
Through generations.
Think Aurobindo has done it singlehandedly.
Perhaps the limit of human realization was reached by him.
At least he went perhaps very close to the horizon of perception.
OR WHO KNOWS BEYOND...........
Man this poetry is
A TIME MACHINE INTO MIND...
Thats the definition of a REBEL for me.
Ha !!Ha!!
Its only the first 4 pages and i almost feel on the edge of reality.
I wonder what i will feel or feel at all when i finally end it.
Man for the first time in my life i feel like reading.
TIME TRAVEL IN THE SPACE OF MIND
WHO CAN RESIST ??
AT THE SAME TIME SOME SNOB INSIDE ME TELLS ME NOT TO READ.
TELLS ME TO FIND STUFFS OUT BY MY SELF.
THATS THE DILEMMA.
WE CALL EXISTENCE.
A DICHOTOMY
Some saps dare to sprout
others prefer to remain as the
FLOWERS OF ETHER
My next poem in contemplation.
Hope I make it.
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BUDS OF VERSE

ITS A HOBBY I AM DEVELOPING TO COLLECT VERSE
FROM MY FRIENDS ACROSS SOCIAL SITES
HOPE THEY DON'T SUE ME.

AN ODE 2 BUDS

This from my school J (junior)
he has sm thing to say
so man i am puting in ma blog
all his slogs
his spanking sprays
so that it stays
coz he is much a slob
to keep his log
so get smitten
by stuffs that has 2 b written

for my bro
Drft...wud




Atritic Verse
from Atri Chatterjee
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2/9/10
The wayward flight of the swan
Is it time to leave?
All that is left
Is nothingness, I believe...
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5/9/10
A heavy sun, indistinct
Coiled up behind a mass of clouds
Silent, like a sleepless winter's night
... Beneath his eyes looking down
A patch, of things lost in the fire
Of memories not so bright...




Shaymakian Verse


from Shaymak Ghosh
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15/8/10
A tattered rug for the moon -clothed angels...
Melting eyes for the hash-induced lovers...
A proud bird for the closing sky..
Freedom is a bullet for the arms that dreams to fly....

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17/8/10
A crack here , a hole there..
Dripping blood , "boy don't care"....
Rummaging the lousy brain ....
you gather shining scraps of pain.....
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8/9/10

ekta vishon chaoa bikel...opexa...
somerset maugham..bristi..dhnoa... ;
some evenings remain fresher than the jasmine tea fragrance !!!....

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22/10/10
ROYONIC VERSE

BHASKAR ROY

a full moon
a clear sky....
brilliant pensive colors,
silent shadows, a lonely steep road....
you are walking alone
thinking of a place and people far away.............

phaps lonely in NY
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4/11/10
ANIMALS
Ahmed DalvI(a facebook frnd)

Damn...
I see pink elephants
and yellow hyenas in class...
Is it just me..??

PRELUDE 2 JACKKIE

Drft...Wud


Trapped in a dream
living it in pain

painting it all
in charcoal stains

bringing up a dawn
from the nights spawn

Am searching for a star
in the abyss of a black hole far

if life is a function
of time space and dream
the constant is a black charcoal


all the big bang and string
like transient scartch & scream
are but mind's frill

on the canvass of Universe
black and still.

so what is a MIND then
a puppet show of molecules
fidgetty and gay
sometime dead,sometimes on play.

and as i say so
theres a meteor that streaks the sky
a child squabbles with dye
a man writes his final deed
a frenzied waltz in a kicking feet

and that some ONE abstracted
who watches Jackkie's

"Portrait and a Dream"

when he was a jackass
and when he is Him




JACKKIE THE JACK ASS





PORTRAIT AND DREAM by
JACKSON POLLOCK


Pollock said the head on the right of this painting was a portrait of himself “when I’m not sober”.
head on the left
"In his hour – when he had his hour – Pollock believed the mess inside him was somehow communicable and beautiful. Then, it was. Now, separate from this chaos of dreams, he contemplates its violence, menace, tangled psychosexual mayhem, as baffled as we are."
Jonathan Jones

link http://pollocksthebollocks.com/2008/03/15/portrait-and-a-dream-jackson-pollock-1953/

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ARBORETUM IN MAKING

BAOBAB
ADANOSIA DIGITATA
NATIVE : HOT DRY SAVANNAH SUB-SAHARA AFRICA
AP,KARNATAKA.




OCTOPUS TREE
UMBRELLA TREE
TUPIDANTHUS CALYPTRATUS
NATIVE : Australia, New Guinea and Java


SOME OF THESE DAYS I WILL HAVE MY OWN ARBORETUM
TILL I GET EDUCATED ENOUGH .....

3/8/10

the first thing i learn regarding transplant and regeneration is that if your transplant like
it there in the bed it shows you a high five
yeah !! not jocking
my baoobab and octopus tree like the bed we prepared
how do i know ?
simple its showing high fives
both of them have unfurled each new set of foliage
as is a fist opening up cool
let me see i can learn more
my mali says they are growing up pretty
oh !!yeah
that is what one calls
coolieoooo!!

26/8/10
some stupid goat ate all the green foliage of my octopus tree. it was a downer .
felt blue most of the period thought it was going to wither away.
as i was parking my car yesterday saw a green shoot coming up. Today it opened up like a green fist
giving a high five
cool !!!
hope the stupid goat is'nt around shala patha !!
AND THE BAOBAB is doing just fine previously it was below my knee
now it has crossed the shoulder 15 days it would cross me for sure
think sir kept it to make a Bonsai of it.
DOUBLE COOL !!

la siesta

Drft...Wud

at .....
5:59 am
Monday


BARK !!

was all Benson Soren could utter as the grande valse fell like dew drops into the small glass aquarium bedroom. Brimful with aquamarine early morning deluge.Like a fish his hand swam in the morning ray deep into the river of NOKIA where the soul of Francisco Tárrega was trapped transformed into a fluttering nymph .Which was now jetting out Tárrega's gems in staccato of spitoons ,kicking up a schism in the silken Bernoulli of fresh morning air along the humane curves of his naked foil.
his fingers metamorphosed into shark tooth, tore 13-16 bars and had the nymph hacked gory by a sudden snap.


6:00 am Monday


BARK!!BArk...


was all he could cough up to the abstractions that trouble him at night.
As his mind dawdled off into a real sleep


Daily 6:00 am

was his hour of redemption.Ben truly enjoyed redemption like stuffs. He enjoyed this so much so that he resisted the pills with promise of dreams.Which he had in bucket full free & legal. In amounts you would find gold goblets at king solomons mine.
It was when he took out his vorpal blade hidden beneath his pillow.


Snicker !! Snack !!

with a swift blow he took those monsters down.


Oh ! how sweet it felt


as his tryst melted down into an amnesia of nectery sleep churrned up from the viscous bile in his deepest pits.Like the nymph breaking free of the frozen bars into a frenzied waltz.
Probably this was all he lived for.All the time after that ,its candy juice formed diamond strands.And all the time within the lattice ,the little yellow molecules, got closer and closer.
A gargantuan heat & brobdingnagian force built up to a cataclysmic proportion. Till the whole crystal castle collapsed into a sandstorm of golden wasp which stung his eyes like thousands spears squirting acids into the sore. So he could take it no more & closed his eyes ...........to wake up to the world

by 8:30 am

8:31 am

BARK !!! BARK !! BARK!! BARK....

he was hurtling down mad
into A Rash above the head-post
that read

'In the core of God's abysm,—
Was a weed of self and schism;'

from his
"Santhali" mother ....Long dead.......infected from a white magician.




NB :
WE ALWAYS HAVE LIFE EXPERIENCES OF VERY SHORT DURATION. MUNDANE DAILY OCCURRENCE THAT DON'T MAKE IT TO A STORY. DUE TO THEIR DAILY APPEARANCE. SAY LIKE A SUNRISE.BUT ARE OF IMMANENCE SIGNIFICANCE TO MAN DUE TO THEIR VITAL REPEATABILITY. IT IS SO MUCH HIS PART OF CHARACTER.IN-FACT SOMETIMES HIS WHOLE BEING.SO I TRIED TO WRITE ON THIS OSERVATION OF MINE.SINCE I DIDN'T COME ACROSS ANY SUCH TECHNIQUE BEFORE.SO I DONT HAVE A NAME FOR IT.TAKING THE RESPONSIBILITY OF AN INVENTER OF THIS TECHNIQUE.I CALL THIS STUFF
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MIDGETS
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THIS IS NOT A SHORT STORY OR A POETRY.
RATHER A SITUATION BUILDING UP EXERCISE
I GIVE YOU MY midget.
MY FIRST SHOT.
A WIDGET FOR MIND PLAY
GO PLAY...............

WOMEN

Drft...wud



It's dangerous to want
a woman
So was
the boy told
who didn't know the measure of gold
or
how things are bought and sold
how to keep the winds on hold
to rustle up a fire in the cold.

It's dangerous to want
the infant in the crib
he was told
who don't have a shelter to give
milk and honey, bed time fibs.
she belongs to the mother's bosom.
soft and caring ,tender and heave.

It's dangerous to want the
toddler that pees on nappies
scribbles on walls
giggles and wobble
with fits of falls
she is then a grannies call
full of wises with in the walls
so was the boy told.

It is dangerous to want
a bonnie
the boy was told
cause you act funny
looking fr mischief 2 sell a dummy
to keep her at a distance
shan't never be a chummy
Leave her to teachers
to school her some substance.


Its dangerous to want a maiden
so pure and chaste
for some hansome prince
will come in haste
swish her up into a fairytale fest,
to every bodys cheer & rapturous jest.
leaving you lonely,dark & broken
jerred at for the advice not taken.
to keep it on hold.
so was the boy told.


It is dangerous to love a mother
curl up in her warmth & sticking close
makes you kinda soft
for the world 2 rub your nose.
she should tend her other half,
not a shameless full grown cub
prepare for her date with the divine
not pamper the boys recurring crime
so was the boy told

He was told more
how to grow up to be a man.
how to dance to the tick of time.
how to know his bonnies , damsels and dame.
how to drop ancohor & play it tame.

cause it is dangerous to be a boy
it is dangerous not to care
to take destiny by the scarf
and give it a stare

Of course !!!
the boy did'nt heed
did all things opposite
because by the little math he knew
he worked out
how to cage time ,that always flew

so he never grew up
unhappy or old


unlike others
who had the boy sold
who have learned the measure of gold


And of course !!
he wanted a women
head to toe
know her clear & thorough
much.....much more
then those proud show.
Those in a haste to be old
but not to grow.


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THE WOMEN OF A BOY IS AN ANGEL
SOMETIME ALSO CALLED THE BITCH


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7v_GS5qwAkM
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