1.
Just because he is free
Is he free?
Or just some
Emotionally coded bot?
It is a question of perspective
Whether he is even
Real or not?
Annoyingly subjective…
.
2.
Pent up feelings
Are those expressions
Of borrowed limitations
Or connivance of
Shackled frustrations
The free ones are
Being bruited as
Mere imitations…
.
3.
The rumor is that
He came
And without seeing
Owned it all
In a single gulp
But in the reflection
It seems
The devil was
Beaten to a pulp…(Juicy Juicy)
.
~Leo
[“life that is gay, brisk, and debonair” – Some Reynolds chap]
.
Floating in the flow of time
Ripples, and unformed rhymes
In pursuit of the unsung hymns
Fuming in the sacred fire..
.
Soaked in the pool of nihilism
Delirious thirsts, asceticism
Among caterwauling sciolists
Sporadic gushes of ire..
.
Shades of unwritten grays
Blinking ways, diverging rays
And smithers of a memoir
The Life that is..gay, brisk, and debonair.
.
~Leo
When you keep thinking
about the same thing
for once….
and again
and avoid confessing it
for the fear
it would sound inane
for the fear
it will leave a dent
irreparable
beyond your skills
of any known art…
that glassy boundaries
will shatter..
pieces will rain
and while you try wiping it
the scratches
on your bare soul
can drive you insane
for this very fear..
for the fear
of losing again
of being slain
of the very pain
the fear
of the pain
you can’t sustain
of that pain…
(you can’t dare explain..)
.
(How to deal with that?)
~Leo
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Added: December 16, 2010 – 6:47 pm
Now after all
I feel nothing
had a fall
but nothing at all
I am not..
no puppeteer’s doll
was hit on the face
because I can’t crawl
Things happen
and take a toll
but enjoy your life…
it’s small 😉
(But take a decision when you are in a dilemma..and never flip a coin for it)
~Leo
Crazy I was..
or so you presumed
my destroyed psyche
kept you amused
oh succubus…..
.
.
Why am I the sinner,
if the rose, which bloomed
inside my heart
ended up poisoning you..
have you ever seen
the doing of the thorns?
.
.
The voices which surfaced
from the hell I was in
and whispered
around your carnival
could you differentiate them
from drums and horns?
.
.
You sure won
and quenched you bloodlust
When I gambled
with feelings on the line,
and my life astray…
.
.
The bliss of fumes
you savored only,
but the cigarette was
burnt out,
and lost in an ash tray……
.
Inspired by Nymphetamine (Overdose – Cradle of Filth)
~Leo
I write for those, who know me not
and who, I know not, neither do you.
For they were never known,
Even to the unknown ones, who
might have known everything
known to the mankind,
on this well-known yet much unknown earth.
And never to know about the
totally unknown species,
claimed to be known by
many a unknown ones , though some of them
you might know,
and I know nothing of this
till-now-unknown affair.
But the thing to know is
what can I make known to thee
about..you know what..
and you know it too
that I don’t know much either
and in the known facts
you must have known by now
that you know just as much.
And if you don’t make it known
to your unknown-to-you
tiny know-it-all ego,
should I make it known to ya
that you must not be knowing much
even of the known-to-you ones,
and of those who know you.
(Ah!..I know that it hurt thee).
So rather than knowing anymore
just make it known to
everyone you believe to know,
that the ‘hymn of unknown ones’
must be known to
every damn known and unknown soul
who either believe or disbelieve
as I know, in the knowing
that knowing not ,
and then knowing it not either
is called omniscience.
.
~Leo
1.
I am discombobulated,
enlightened , reverbrated..
and the enigma in the air
seems unsolvable, thoughts deviated..
I sense a renaissance.
.
.
2.
Have I always been like this?
or, there is something that has
always been there, yet amiss?
Is it just perchance, an illusion
or, is it really what I wish?
Anyway….I see a spider over my head.
.
.
3.
I am floating, my dhow sank,
But when I know, and
I want you too to know, that I don’t know,
how to swim…
Is it just a prank?
Come on, I am riding a white shark.
.
~Leo
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
– Robert Frost (1923)
.
Dreams…When they come
entice, excite, energize
and then fade away –
in the abyss of unconsciousness..
and worst that..
the story doesn’t end here.
Deep inside they rub their paws
and hit their heads
altogether..
against the confinements of
our egos…
and beat the anthems of freedom
loud enough
…enough to resonate with
weak human emotions.
And the shrill goes on
cutting the furry attitude..
…like a scissor
…smoothly..
with Judas cruelty.
They cry..and they dance..
leaving you to shiver..
afraid and alone
in the thoughts..
you misinterpreted as the hidden ones…
for the fear of being exposed.
They show you
the psychedelic colors of dark..
in the burning riot they perpetrate;
and u just wonder…
…weather it’s the dark or the bright
that is so blind?..
..but can’t juxtapose.
And the longer u suppress…
the more u suffer
for their bairns..
born and grown on
dead rotten conscience,
are even more poisonous…
And they fight with their bodies..ghosts, the immortal soul,
and even reincarnate..
Just…
..to come on the surface
and breathe…
with the dream of
being persuaded..
With just one confession
and the truest one..
“All this entertainment (huh!)
Was just for you..
For the dreamer.”…
Like me..
.
~ Leo
Nature…
Why are you so ugly?
Reining my emotions
In the flow of balmy breezes
Under lonely dark skies
Smashing me to knees
Squeezing my pride!
.
.
The blue of your eyes
Their scorching sight
Spread all over…
To the infinites…
And teasing me always
To touch those highs
Proving me worthless
Mocking my size…
And I just cry….
Can only cry!
.
.
Why are you so ugly?
The morning incantations
The peaceful glamor
The flower, their scents
Alluring my aesthetics
With their beauty from Hades
Can you explain?
Why this fate??
.
.
And why am I always jealous
Of the dignity of mountains
Of the flow of rivers
(shit….I am fan of their non-stop intentions!..)
Of those birds flying
Like a crown..
Bending the wind
On power of their own
(will I be able to do this someday…?)
Of the fame of the Sun…..
.
.
I think because
You and your powers
(..your powers indeed..)
Were jealous of me
Afraid of my roaring confidence ;
That can retain all your intensity
Within it’s dimensions
And crush it like a beast.
And….you
You the ugly
Conspired against me
Always…’cause
U wanted no rivals
The same as I do
No rivals!!
.
.
But worry ye not
For there shall be time
When shackles will break loose
You’ll be challenged…
And I’ll be the one
You will be bowing to
Because it’s just pure me!….. Nothing else!!
And the soul burning inside me
Is the same
As your unchallenged attitude…
Just watch till I learn
What more it takes to take you on
To wield such might
To win the fight!!
So, listen you ugly…..
Wait and I’ll show you
I am just as ugly…
..as you are.
.
(or, uglier perhaps…)
~ Leo
A new blog-page.
Will use my same old well-known nick ‘Leo‘.
Nothing else!
With the hope of being regular….
~Vivek
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