Monday, June 17, 2013



Turrets, gothic, neo classical
Mingle with pinnacles and porticoes
Consecrating emblems of tradition
As inviolable moments of being.
As a corollary to the physicality
Of a visceral sport
The attractive spots of travel
Authenticate the visitors choice.
At times sinuous ponds, rivers
Coursing zigzag through suburbia
Lend to the topography of cities
Points of time exotic and enticing.
All this you proffer
As i traverse the shops
Hoping to crystallize my sport love
Into a material realization.
Yet after absorbing your visions of transcendence
I go back to the sitting room
Switch on the telly
And immerse myself in the intricacies of the game. 


Under the patina of purity
They hung up my carcass
Eviscerating my humanity
And purging the dross out of custom.
Yet it was their own ignorance
The gravelly, textured rasp of 
Darkness that underlay the 
Nobility of their utterances.
If the men impugned my difference
The women collude, by force of necessity
Symbiotically they expelled me from themselves
As the exhalation of a pent up breath.
Yet i, consecrated through defilement
Haunted the weft and warp of their minds
Turning their externalized projections
Into inturned unconscious fears.
I persist as a hallucinatory dream
That lives on beyond my mortal frame
I inhabit their quotidian oblations
With the taint of accursed mortality.
I am the mirror wherein
They negate the reflection they see
Clogged with denial, clotted with impetigo
Their suppurated egos atrophy .
Some enlightened being would obliterate
My palpable visceral facticity
Yet the fear of the self i engender
Will be immortalized, with time's passage.


Since i've become
The focal point
From which unravels
The circularity of nature
I am possessed of the power
To stem the tide of events
To my favor yet be irrevocably
Embedded in the aureole of finality
I've been enclosed within, against my will
If a matrilineality claims me
And validates my victimhood
Giving me a putative freedom
Stippled with the disembodied
Facticity of my womanhood
Then my straddling of the
Two worlds of man/woman
Makes me a neutrality
That transcends division.
Arabesques of luminousity stud
my being. Daubs of incandescence
Emanate because i am  the blueprint
Of myself. Embalmed by custom,
Consecrated as myth, it is me whose
Identity persists as the daguerrotype
Of monochrome renders me unidimensional.
Yet i am there and many find their
Selves corresponded to through me.
The devious moon refracts me
As an emblem of unsullied ravagement.
I affirm and negate and thus out of
The portals of culture become
A pellucid intimation of femininity


They exchanged numbers via orkut
Or rather, he accessed the community
Of metro gays and chanced upon this
Horny hunk desirous of erotic contact.
Yet, the prospect of meeting publicly
In the heart of the city, where the metro
Pulsated with human life, they traversed
The architraves of its porticoes hoping
That they'd miss each other yet longing to meet.
The foetid, musty air conditioned breath
And the imperceptible puffs of billowing 
Oxygen, the exfoliated, sweat festooned
Countenances, jostle in the penumbral gloaming
As homeward bound, jaded office workers
Return to scenes of bourgeoisie comfort.
Friction accelerates as flesh rubs against flesh.
Flayed arms, circumambulant backsides,
Tumescent knobs bespeak a ripple of
Suppressed eroticism. They cleave amid
This tableaux and their gropings in
This backdrop  seeks to twine the itch of
The flesh with the metaphysical quest
Of coming out.
The clogged, stertorous exhalations,
The palpitating engorgement transposes
To a neon imbued cool interiored bar
Where over a few beers and disco beats
A night of pleasure is consecrated.


Tremulous, unsure of its moorings
Yet congealed into stippled ideograms
It is self contained, self enclosed
Yet diffuses progression and entropy.
It transforms quotidian tableaux
Into frenetic, intersecting relationalities
And  binds through symbiosis, the sanguine
As well as the destructive.
As a constituent architrave component
Suffused with eldritch possibilities
 ennobling  healthful bounty
Or a descent into mortality.
By itself, impassive, it simply is
Though, through encroachments,it becomes that.

Studded with embryo's sancitity
The mother basks in happiness
Transmuting a personal tableau
Into a cultural emblem of affirmation.
A little, plump, burgeoning varicose veins
She feels her belly heave gently
While her polished, unwrinkled flanks
Are creased with tendons stretched far apart.
Into the moist cavity of her inner core
She validates her sense of being
And the nascent body, residing within
Is quarantined from temporal depredations.
This moment where her singularity
Must indelibly embalm her as she is becomes
Rather an archetypal manifestation and
Symbiotically binds her with the homologous woman.
She is worshipped as a fecundated bounty
Of proliferating the human form
While she, formless, featureless
Recedes into the cocoon of what she is made into.
Her antithesis pops a pill or insists
The man sheathe his tumescence
So that a random caprice doesn't
Become an irrevocable finality.
She can take pleasure in commingling
Without attendant self doubt and hold
The key to her inescapable femininity
That clogs the sperm and halts its course.
She eschews ubiquity, acculturation
And prefers to withhold what is needed most
By deferring and suspending pleasure
She dangles her womb like a leash.
Yet it is merely a waiting out
A battle with time, before inevitable entropy
Renders her choice an inexorable reality
And desiccates the fertile juices of her vulva.
But within the interstices of inhibited free will
She exults in the moments of pleasure
Which, dappled with iridescence, streaked
With freedom, striped with reprieve
Incandesce her physiological limits
Blurs the distinction of flesh with flesh
And over the rim of a brimming modernity
Makes her a metonym of the synthesis
Of an eviscerated past and an ennobling future.

Intermediate she,
Seduced by sophistry,
Under the spell of the contraband
Yields her unsullied pristiness
And lifts up a beatific countenance
To the prospect of knowledge.
It is her own unconscious
Whose intermittent promptings
Necessitate this transgression
And while consciously cognate, she
Nonethess, projects her subversion
Onto a wiry, sinuous serpent
Whose enticement externalizes
A subterranean craving.
Since she is but a conduit
For the apotheosis of man
She, rather seductively, incites
Her man to conflgarate iconoclasm
And sparks off a irrevocability
Whose ineluctable repurcussions
Grant her autonomy, a being
And transposes a hapless sinner
Into a trenchant feminist.
He, succumbing to temptation
Chooses knowing over ignorance as
In blatant disregard of the image
In the miror, the punitive superego
He knuckles down to primordial impulses
And makes of his consort a scapegoat.
Centuries later, he eviscerates her
Attributing his current depredations
To that primeval act of rebellion.
He rends her innards, inflicts violence
Splinters the frangible nerve ends
That juxtapose yet cleave 
Flesh to nerve, vulva to brain.
For her putative sacrilege
He denies her subjectivity
And, to counteract divine unreachability
Deifies himself and herself
And grandiloquently consecrates
A corporeal commonplace
To anthropomorphic plenitude.
Yet loose ends persist as
His love with his image
His communion with angels
The sacralised machismo
Underscores his collusion
to his kind whose metaphysical otherness
Counterpoints a tumescent, erectile bulge
That says everything about itself.
Impassive, indeterminate causality
Interspersed with capricious visitations
Looks on, bemused, at this vaudeville
Tableau of falsified intentions, egotisms
Prevarications and self deception.
Its gargantuan whimsicality
Detonates agency and will
While, secure in the integument
Of a deluded selfhood he/she 
Battle it out, inveterately oscillating
Between the fact of fatality
And the chimera of identity.


A gloaming that thickens encroaching darkness and bathes the luminous stratosphere with penumbra. The deepening viscous, misty obfuscation curdles the lucent mind and creases seamless whiteness as cream concentratedly wrinkles the surface of milk.
Striations of prevarication detonate and underscore iridescent affirmation yet the iridescence, putatively, is never obliterated but reconstituted into a new homonymy.
Shards of self deception stipple the palimpsest of unvarnished actuality yet the palimpsest, with its incessant configurations
doesn't distort but reconstructs apocrypha.
Streaked with the astringent tincture of prevarication dissembling doesn't befuddle the interlocutor unceasingly. Its opalescent contours, structural readjustments create a new reality.
The new reality, its underlying constituents are tableau vivants which underlie incandescent  moments of being. They reveal the illusory nature of a communal notion of what constitutes reality.
It is an act of preserving a precarious self. By imbuing evanescence with immutability, tenuousness with certitude, a point in time, a dotted metonym of life is embalmed.
Yet the dissimulation is impugned as a lie and subjected and relegated to the depredations of false morality. But it persists and crystallizes and asserts its intractability, a fluid intransigence, a contradictory recasting of truth against a world of certainty which unmindful of its illusoriness, proceeds ignorantly


The edges of the snapshot are frayed
And its lines are blurred.
It gives a picture of mine
Speckled by monochrome.

Foliage surrounds me
As clogged landscape
Rumples with striated
Furrows of soil.

Scruffy toes, dip into
The sand, burrowing inwards
Conjuring up a cloud of dust
That renders the atmosphere mauvish

As smudged clarity bespeaks a gloaming.
I occupy the fulcrum and yet am outside
looking on. Trying to understand how
A monolith me got crystallized into timelessness

Embalmed in a moment, at the drop of a hat
Into a permanent being, outside within
Temporality yet within,
Fixed, immutable and forever.

If i could speak for  my kind
Whose trials are similar to mine
I'd be representing for us
A ubiquitous , pervasive truth.
Flesh-                                             Gnarling, celluloidal striations
                                                        puckered skin, wrinkled, lined
                                                         threaded filaments across the eyes
                                                         weaving a hieroglyph of intersections.
Men-                                                  An object of desire becoming
                                                           an emblem of dignity. freedom webbed
                                                            wedged between who we thought we were
                                                            and how we've been redefined and restructured.
Sexuality-                                          Inner founts withering, desiccating.
                                                           Sources of pleasure and pain closed over
                                                            by the nether lips of desire, forever unconsummated
                                                             forever undefined and unfilled.
Mythology-                                              Metonyms of feminine graces and dignity
                                                                Nonconformity, at times, glorified as virtue
                                                                 Gelatinously congealed with accreted time
                                                                 and becoming facsimiles of what we were.
Though a facsimile presupposes a being
Whose wholeness dried up with age
But being shadowed in a pre existent penumbra
All oldness has brought is confirmation of nothingness.
Yet we exert an indefinable hold
Embalmed in certain moments of being
Transforming depredations of descent
Into a cornucopic time framed ideology.


Pleasure witheld
Is orgasm denied
And an incompleted orgasm
Insufficient repletion.
Delineated through fleshly topos
Engorgement proliferates
As the frenetic flow of blood
Tautens malleable muscle.
Order of things desires clefting
Through an act of being
Transmuting an impalpable need
Into liquiefied actuality.
Yet there are moments when
The orifice is an absence
Then the concavities of the fissure
Fold in upon themselves.
There could be tribadism, frotteuism
Or other forms release might take
But being the solitary transcendence onanism is
It eventually sinks back into the integument.
Gob like fusillades disseminate
As vertical horizontality teases
Turning the throbbing shaft
Into phosphorescent translucency.
As the expelling of subaqueous needs
Objectifies and materializes love
So the immanent being
Goes beyond the phallus.


My flesh is dissolving. I am undulating as layer after layer of my  skin peels off. The sinewy muscles contract,fold in on themselves. My integument  wavers as rinds of corporeality unpeel. And as the flesh, like the hieroglyphs in a palimpsest, erases and rebraids , I reconstitute myself into a new homonymy.
I am afforded a glimpse into my predicate.I lie entombed in the catacomb of my unconscious; inviolable, self contained, whose constituents  ricochet, jostle harmoniously and conjoin into a mosaic wherein variegated dimensions of my being are indissolubly amalgamated. My pupils dilate as the diaphanous folds of my skin stretch, the blood sings In my ears , the pulses throb and the marrow in the bones syncopate in the interstices of their cavities and cleave the declivities of differentiation, fusing into a seamless coalescence.
Yet as my being reconstructs I proffer votive genuflections to the ‘I’ that reposed within me which, rather than bleaching into non being , congeals itself into my flesh, imprints and transcribes itself as an incontrovertible reality which might to the ‘I’ that I am now seem like a simulacra but in the penumbral hinterland where my indistinct subconscious intersects with my impalpable being becomes a metonym of a contiguity. The mirror disperses and reweaves me and makes of me a work of art, reduplicating and negating, receding and proliferating.
My other selves, the selves my retina materializes  out of the ephemeral trappings they occupy unravel and intermingle with my now. Fusillades of reminiscences caterwaul as my engorgement replete, readies itself to liquiefy and expunge its subaqueous components. The emitted gobs are actualized manifestations of my inner yearnings. Yet as my innards contract and stretch, a ripple of inexpressible pleasure traverses my physiognomy, and like a bubble hovers on my cranium before bursting into orgasmic plenitude.
A valedictory absence, an inconsolable requiem in palpable carillons , studded with phosphorescent pasts, unfurls from my past selves which are now irretrievably lost. Yet they foreclose interdictory forebodings, recriminations of a lost ideality. They compose themselves into a kaleidoscope wherein ‘I’ , putatively undifferentiatedly singular becomes a chimerical carapace because it is stippled and whorled with my past selves. The past, within me, beyond me, enters me, imbricates me and crystallizes into an ontology  I narrativize as  the epiphany of a becoming.


Often, my nocturnal tumescent state
Imbued my being with disquiet
As fear of revelation coexisted 
With frenetic orgasms adroit
While my crenellated body
Could stipple my engorged senses replete
Yet a gnawing inadequacy
Could fusillades of energy deplete.
As i groped and probed my way
To funnel my identity through a prism
I encountered intractable discourses
As a suppurated ,ubiquitous aphorism
Yet invested with a substratum of sources
That divested me of my choiced mnemonic
Popular forms appropriated my choices
And made of it a penumbral architectonic
The panoplies of being who i am
Is no longer a simple assertion of identity
Overlaid with exigent political ideograms
It has assumed a density
Because as i cleave through the maze
To arrive at my innermost core
I would, embalmed, desecrated 
Become posterity's whore.
No longer is the quest to be
A simple act of trust
It is to carve a inviolable space
And wipe off the dross from the crust
As voices of counterpoint demonstrate
The accoutrements of reason
My own kind, through dubious acceptance
Become sources of unwitting treason.
As emblems of a certain being
That assimilated, part of a whole
Divests our identity's sanctity
And robs it of its soul.
Within a heterogeneous polyvalence
Self determination is all about
Living a life ,unrestrained by fetters
And celebrate oneself by coming out.


Water and light have a mutual symbiosis. They permeate each other's surface, enrich their contours, enhance their hues and create arabesques of luminosity that unwaveringly bespeak a transcendence of vision, a poetic revelation, the meaning of life, life itself. 
The solstice inhabits the stratosphere and illumines the waves. Striations of light, pinpricks of filaments dazzle, ricochet, bounce off and refract prismatically. An incandescent mosaic, self propelled, governed by its own intricate mechanism is caught between unceasing subterranean motion and outward placidity. The waves are advancing and retreating, the weft and warp of their ebb and flow is like air expelled and inhaled as in a breath. Streaks of sunlight plump out the hue of flowers and leaves whose drooping lineaments burgeon and unfurl , turning uplifted faces to the sun. Kissed by the wind, bleached of cloying odors they dapple the terra firma with  stippled daubs and brushstrokes, irradiating the kaeidoscope of vision. The waves , absorbing heat and light, emanate oleaginous unctuosity. Their evanescent immobility, momentary and infinitesimal reflects  human transience and ephemeral moments of being which slip through our fingers like mercury. Aquamarine opalescence merges indissolubly with the skyline and the horizon thus converged and compounded of dualities is rendered measureless and infinite. 
At the crepuscular gloaming of dusk, the waves breathe a different kind of life. Latent, nascent phosphorescent underlife, subsumed during the day, resurfaces. There is, under the moonlight, an importunity in the movement of the waves. Strands of sand crumble, dissolve and reconstitute as the waves move hither and thither. Submergence, never obliteration, is rendered palpable and vital in the subfusc penumbra. The foliage, the curlicued rocks, of varying smoothness, the susurrating cicadas, the sound of human voices, rising and falling cohere to create a tableaux that affirms life in its unconscious manifestations. In the hinterland between suspension of consciousness and a higher awakening, the waves are imperceptibly yet ineluctably interwoven into a dreamscape and divergent elements, myriad beings seamlessly cohere. Tenebrousness is never melancholic or dirge like. Rather it is that moment when as human freneticism pauses, the urgency of nature undulates and syncopates. In contradistinction with quietude and chaos a harmony is created which, composed of contradictions merges into an affirmation. The waves dance, the moon deploys illusion, indefatigable lovers intersect and disgorge primordial prothalamions. Life stirs, sinks into somnolent  cessation and a becoming is arrived at, a communion and collusion, reaffirming man's primal bond to nature.

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