A poetry

Do not clone me
Melt me back into sperm
I love my originality
Where I am more violent than
You are now,
With my sphota* strength.
You can expect one more violent soul
I want to bring back
Your useless and ruthlessness
under the guidance of the god that resides in you.
And spins like a hard drive
full of synergy

* continuous germinative process hidden beneath the outward look which manifests it. Terminology used by ancient Sanskrit scholars Bhartruhari to explain the existence of two layers of meaning in a word.

war

I am the child of armistice.

This sociology,
Why it left you, and,
pushing me in to the war !

Now I burn every day.

Only the flames are different.

himanshu

Death

Your eyes
Used to play with me.

Me on the bed
And, you
Glossy on the wall.

himanshu

Shortest story of I

Short story of I
I was born yesterday,
I am alive today,
Dead tomorrow, and forgotten

hemansu

I love you

I love you
More than the oxygen
That flows in my blood.
Bonfire and blizzards.

I love you
With the red cells more red than the sun
That flows in my blood.
The sun is a blue eyed
Hawk above my shoulder

godotism

All roads are in silence,
Every street and corner,
Every door and footprint,
Leads in one direction,
In every breath we die our death
Leaving me behind, I walk
Then….
Turn back to see me,
I am there
I was there
I shall be there
In every breath we are dead.

himanshu

TEN COMMANDMENTS

Ten commandments for new American work force
1. collect unemployment.
2. collect food stamps.
3. collect WIC checks.
4. work under the table.
5-8. always repeat the aforesaid 4 steps.
9. do not ask questions.
10. do not expose yourself in a mirror.

himansu

the kiss

The first time you kissed me

I shed tears’

For you opened me to a bizarre and ancient happiness,

Every moment

Every word you utter

That reaches into me and cures

Every look and gesture of yours are

Pure mortal, compassionate,

Earthly, in favor of life.

You are a radical feeling.

In your sorrow.

Which is a moral and emotional vision I intensely long for

You bestride me ever joyfully.

For the first time you taught me the simplest act of living.

 himanshu

Word is absolute truth and love

 

 

Let us create our own world

Through emotions with confidence

Let there be a communication between

Our exterior and interior human word

Let us remake love like the house we rebuilt

Love is beautiful in our ordinary existence

Let us not paint it

We are the encounter

Between the vision and people

Between the word and object

Between the past and the present

I love you with the intensity of l’amour fou

With your insertion in me

I move towards the infinity of creativity

Let me bring you dawn to the bareness of a word

For a word is absolute truth and love.

 

 poem by himanshu