Sputtering poetry, Rohith [carter reed .txt] 📗

Evening walk
on August 3. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Culturing the evening winds
in my heart
i moved on the lane
feeling almost like gliding on an iceberg!
Filled with mirth
my body felt evacuated
as i whistled with mynahs
feeling glued
soothing my existence!
I spawned against gravity
trying to catch the branch of tree
which swung here and there
playing games with my breath
to the rhythms of winds!
Uncertain chortles of a girl passing by
demanded unrequited talent
that bubbled in blood and i crouched like a tiger
and jumped at once...
wind deceived me
adding entertainment for that lady!
She went away
wiped out from my memory!


A dream
on August 4. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
A dream
sucha real dream!
Beams of darkness rinsed soft blanket
resting on my raving eyes
as i closed these little balls
peeping through the hairy windows of eyebrows
enclosing my flesh within the blanket of sleep!
Am i really sleeping?
Theres a round rock at a corner of my closed eye
its dead
static...
so deadly as a lively foe!
I walked along the lane
glimpsing at the half set sun...retina
exploring the dream following
guided by the dark beam!
I walked like a silent spark
with the winds
like those steams of mists
like a demon being stunned by seeing itself in mirror!
Theres some music coming
may be someone is playing some flute
to direct the dark beam.
The beam passed got dissolved in a gleam!
Is it my retina again...
is it the lens hiding in that bony socket.
Its a descending railway track i am walking on
and its as rusted as the red soil around!
I walked through
and through and through
and what i say my eyes is bigger than an ants eye!
An ants eye...which is smaller than my pens tip!


Poet-Tricks
on August 5. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
so barbaric i am
pinching out imagination
with your poet-tricks!
I thought of writing
but what i say... every time i start
my pen strikes off!
Flinched by like pole
of our imaginations
i got dumped onto my chair
feeling the chaotics and rhetorics
of my farting A-ss!
Ah! that thing sucks!
Irrelevance occupied my finger tip
but i didnt stopped typing
innovating the rhythms of my hand typing keyboard
my fingertips are bleeding
a scorpion it seems
it stung my inner soul
liberating spasms...tickling muscles
i yawned
i leaned back feeling stumped!
Something got pinged
is it an idea...no its an ant biting me!
The last light rays touched my flesh slowly
with a little satisfaction


Mist covered the screen of nature
on August 7. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Mist covered the screen of nature
as i got chocolatized
tending to amuse every small creature!
I played with the ant
allowing it to move on the twig
between my fingers!
It raced desperately from one corner to another
like an enemy tanker
trying to bite my soft skin
as i continued to change the direction...playing with its emotions!
From the north came a white shade
enhancing my senses to turn around
as the despaired ant stop moving with a question mark on its face!
My eyes crept back as slowly as a snake
gliding on the delightful winds
with a least strain to see the eternal whiteness!
Brewed out from the natures mist
she came like an angel from the chronicles of amazement
like an angel...with a white smock frock
filling my heart with mirth!
leaving a chance for the ant
to bite me a million times!
Spreading the clouds like blanket
the sun went to take rest
leaving the day light to glow with her!


A mindless scribble notating a static state of mind
on August 8. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
He swallowed his eye!
gulped his own dream.
He is swinging in a cradle
he says his cradle is the world.
Insensible symphonies
caused his nerves to blast
splashed down the hemorrhage!
He hugged his life
as he already did in his mothers womb
feeling relieved!
He spitted his imagination
to relieve himself from the tyranny of being peed
liberating grunts of mirthless glory.
He raved!
he howled!
his eyes got protruded out like the lenses of microscope
may be trying to fetch the gold mingled in
small branched rivulets of his ideas!
His lips raised
like an inverted rain bow
as he smirked being aware of his behavior
against which he was in a war!
A crack in sky
a lotus blossomed at horizon
in the midst of the ocean
leaving his grunting soul motionless!


Symphonies of my heartbeat
on August 10. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Symphonies of my heartbeat
to impress environment's credits
making the wind ritardando
using my breaths's intellectual banjo!
Crediting my creativity
trying to make things look pretty
i dressed with a rose in my pocket
feeling like flying to mars in a rocket!
My imagination flushed eroding my emotions
which gushed out in a senseless rush
made my face a little bush!
I might had combed a million times
and my untamed hair never tried to rhyme.
A billion cosmetics...perfumes
scattered on the drawing table...leaving things to illume all for a day,
for an incident, a moment to come my way!
I raced to the corner of street
where i promised her to meet.
She was already there...with a laugh of deepest mirth!
Her white silky frock
flown on winds like glorious flag
which made me waggle with out a single gag
silently not trying to pollute the scene!
She glimpsed at me like a frightened stag
entangled by natures rag
the mist!
My time came my lips trembled
as i moved through that wall of trombe...rinsed by fear of inexperienced sense
my body tried to accustom to the scene!
Sowing the seeds of guts
my vocal cords rose its voice
trying to imitate the winds
saying the three worded thing!


Dreamy night
on August 11. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I walked like a nude ghost across the street trying to innovate the depths of night. I waggled from one corner of darkness to another from one side of my imagination to another. Its dark...so dark that i wonder if i am really seeing things with my eyes open or not. Nerves got dilated trying to intensify the tension of my dreamy night. I am not sure if i am moving in the street or am moving into the depth of my eye following the half set retina! Like scattered drops of paint on a portrait...some drugged people left themselves on the helpless pavements moving like water ballet dancers! The nightingale is still singing its song as the winds mingled with breeze clung my skin stirring the perfume of intoxication in my blood made me felt like a baby on a cradle. The young women on the terrace of three to four storied buildings talking with their beloved ones with the greatest enlightenment smirked at me. Invited my heart beat. Small pools of water along the spoiled roads reflected the larva of mosquitoes in the background of street light. Beggars on the pavement...half dead...sleeping...dreaming...swimming in the pools of rum...the dreamy stagnant water! I continued to glide on the waltz directed by the darkness of sky. My footsteps lied...my breath lied. My tears lied and even my heart beat.
The darkness is a bigger liar. And who can believe the light. Not even those miniature mosquitoes cared to tell a truth with me. I plucked the key of imagination but i am afraid if it also tell a lie. I spawned out from darkness in the midst of that naked city. And its a light room i entered...a room which is illuminates better than sun and where you can see nothing except whiteness. The only change is i got trans-located from illustration of darkness to illumination of whitening
I am ill
on August 1. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
I might had sneezed more than a million times
and this spume from my nose
continued to gush out!
Seeing my image in mirror
i sneered insanely
at least to console myself.
Ah...i am snoring
dragging back the flume
listening to the dirge of rhythmic throat pain
that rumbled from my inner self!
Nausea...
fever...
headache...
everything terrible attacked me
warned me to surrender to bed!
The intolerable responses of my grunting vocal cord
withered like string of violin
continued to rustle
which got resonated with Lady gaga's music!
My head is whirling like that wind
its freaking here inside!
My blood is freezing
and i am feeling like drowning in some swamp
so brutalize

Mirror
on July 8. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
What the fu…..
roared me
forgetting i may listen
as i am infront of mirror.
My heart rustled
like that leaf which is peeping me through window
like that 10 rupee note...
for which this life of mine was adopted to...unfortunately.
I risked my whole night...
infront of this damn mirror...i dont know its dream or not
but i know its me in that dream if its a dream
its the only me in that mirrory reflecting dream!
The divine being in me shook with fear
ah...i wonder if it needs some beer
but its not beer that causes tear
but just salt and water
oh dear...hell with fu...c' ing rhyme
i got tyrannized with this nonsensical words
which never made sense ....ever in my soul.
Here i stand...facing this mirror
that reflects me...no...am i a mirror
and is this society watching me....and me reflecting this shit
who am i...mirror and me...!


TEA [senryu]
on July 9. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Feeling warmth of steams
closing eyes, blowing light whiffs
stirring delusions


gallows of nature
on July 10. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Walking into the midnight
through mist feeling
softness of
tangible tickling of silverly shining
lunatic glow of rain drops
that tarnished my soul
rinsed imagination
as i moved towards the womb of night
like an invisible spark
glowing tenaciously in the midst of darkness.
Winds mooed
thunders rumbled...clapping applause
ravishing silence
as the divine being within trembled
spurted out in an instant
as my body flinched with lust
and it burst out laughing...thinking of its grave
on the gallows of nature


Sputtering Melodies
on July 11. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Millions of dark rays penetrated my flesh
tickled my senses
tantalized soul.
flames of darkness evolved
in the veil of silences
that were liberated from the tyranny of hotness
by those little lunatic drops of rain.
Ah, my soul quirked
and my heart stared into the vacuum
that gained its tangibility
mingled in
irrevocable rhythms of life.
Poetry flown from corners of my mouth
lured me
bringing out those melodies
that my vocal cords can ever enunciate
and a river of words spurted out
and those seeds of lyrics i sowed in darkness
sprouted
i just cant restrain my temperament to write
cant restrain to hear those strokes of my pen
those rhythms that evacuates my body
flesh, blood
which got burst in silence
evanescence my everything
except those hormonics that gleam as poetry.


Dust
on July 12. © ROHITH, All rights reserved
Steams of dirt
spurts along the street
shading muse