Story

A silent flat wave

runs through me

as I think, how futile -

death

A moment after

it recoils
-

the expected peace

burns at once.

Life

every moment of its agony

lives again.

Shringi
September 17, 2017

Beckoning

Come,

It is time.

Touch my heart
See, how it lies clenched under my rib cage

You have been walking diagonally for too long
You have been hiding behind vagueness for far too long

I am you
All of it.

Those feet, its popping veins
were claimed by me years ago
Our hearts breathed the last time I touched them

That evening, I took all of you
Now, you are just flesh and bones - and a hollow voice

Your laugh's timbre is with me
Your body's aches are all me

Come back, you half man, half breathing carcass
We can lie down motionlessly
with our ears pressed against the earth
listening to the sounds of its belly

Haven't you always wanted that.

Shringi
August 31, 2017

Painting : The Beckoning by Kadir Nelson

Through Poetry

Let poetry, be my plea

To lay under 
your skin - the night

To gaze into
your moles - the stars

;

Let these deserted jumbled words
be the story

Of my wait
to meet somewhere - misplaced

Of my want
to touch you - vacant

;

Let the music of my nights
be drawn on these sheets
to be studied in desolation

 __ you, __me

;

Let the intrusion of our silence
be my penance

To be played
over and over again

To be stored
in letters - unread

Shringi
May 11, 2017

Burns Blue

Your name, fizzes on my tongue

It whistles
It burns blue
It blows rings in the air

It settles on my heart

Your lips move, I hear no words
You walk by my side, I feel no more special

But your name
fizzes on my tongue

It lies on my bed
It leans on my door
It smiles and hesitates

Your name settles on my heart

-Shringi
May 09, 2017

Listening to Goji Berry Sunset
The line 'Your name fizzes on my tongue' is borrowed from the song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rED0XiO93c

Blame

jaise mere dil ko nichod diya ho kisi ne 

aur aankhon se paani cheen liya ho

jaise mere badan mei ek besharam nasoor ki tarah ghar kar liya ho usne

aur chehre se umeed poch di ho

My sore back and flinching eyes are soaked in the ordeal of this night 

And for this, who is to blame.

Shringi

March 8, 2017 

The Mad Alchemist

He looked at snow filled streets from his window

collected birds and beads

-

Like a recluse

he

stayed in the walls of his castle

and never let her in 

-

He, the alchemist

mixed 

hopes with dreams and dreams with fear,

mixed

songs of escape with moods of melancholy;

mixed

her emotions with his paintings

.

He looked at passing night skies from behind his lenses

collected berries, spirits and memories

-

Like a reckless recluse

he

erased his impressions

and misplaced women with things

-

He, the mad alchemist

fused

love with desires and desires with panic,

fused

songs of beauty with moods of malice;

fused

her story with his misgivings

.

In the end

Rudolf II, the master of images

died, very sick

Shringi

Feburary 5, 2017

Painting: Vertumnus (portrait of Rudolf II) by Giuseppe Arcimboldo in Milan c. 1590- 1591

The poem is inspired by my twisted history and that of Emperor Rudolf II of Austria, "The Mad Alchemist" 

Two of Him, Half of Me

And love took me to another place

but my shadow stayed

And love gave me flowers, songs and days

but my shadow craved

.

My shadow bled, hurt and crawled

but my love, carried it all

My shadow mocked, cheated and lurked

but my love, loved it all

Shringi

February 3, 2017

Painting: The Meat Train by Mark Ryden