Wednesday, 30 June 2010

The Other World

In a silent, green landscape
The fairies flit about,
As the sureties of the mind escape
Into a cloud of doubt.
An unknown world surrounds
The silken valley of the night,
And blinded, the eyes pronounce
The echoes of stories woven by lack of sight.
In the theatre of the brain
Narratives are invented and reinvented-
And one cannot understand or explain
The undying faith in their existence.

In a quiet, dark landscape
The angels disappear
And voices of the devil
Are whispered in your ear.
And those firm ol' disbeliefs
Surface and reappear.
Surrounded by Eireann
The mind whips its own concoctions
Fed to sober-hearted Reason,
Who, drunken with sweet Fiction,
Drifts into another world.

- This was written while reading up on fairies and other folk stories of Ireland, while sitting in the library.

Friday, 25 June 2010

While sitting in the Mc Clay Library

When the world is stung silent,
The corridors echo with
Stories and histories
Of kings, queens and nobodies,
And the papyrus,
Ancient as the trees,
Sings its whispering melodies,

And the lyre of celestial boughs
Bow down in a curtsey
As the meagre perceptions
Of the frail human mind
Grasps a minute bit of
The vast empire of narratives,
And is

Monday, 7 June 2010

The colours of emotions

Feeling blue,
the entirety of my body splashes
Into the past,
looking for somebody to love.

They sang,
"they say, everyone has someone,
So how come no one loves me?"

And I wonder what lies beyond
the veils of space and time.
Is there a 'one'?
And how come...
my body splashes
into the pools of the past,
ending up feeling lost,
and feeling blue?

Feeling dark,
the rhythms of my heart beat
Like a constricted machine
To tunes of fire
Burning higher and higher
Waiting for the darkness to brighten into

The flames dissipate
into emptiness-
Dissolve in the darkness.
How did it all flicker away?
Like the day fades into night?

Waiting, this constricted machine
beats in silence,
hoping to be more than life supporter;
but creator- like magic
and God.

And that is when, the shards
and fragments of gold and silver
Hopes and desires
Rain down from
the ruby-red pieces
of my heart.