Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Poetry - An Exchange

Poetry evaporates
in the urban summer
heat of April.
- Alaka

I drip dollops of
poetry, as torrid walls emit heat
while cool breeze wafts in.
- Max

Evaporated
poetry congeals
inside a cool head.
- Max

Spring joy or deadly
summer heat, poetry - the
pervert - thrives in both.
- me

Spring butterflies make
for good poems. Summer kills,
making more poems.
- me

All poets are not
perverts while poetry may
just be abnormal...
- Max

Poetry is like
a fungus - living off the
living, and the dead.
- me

Poems live under my
breath, shining a sepulchral
light on my dead dreams.
- Max

Poems scurry into
burrows, nooks and crevices.
The sun blazes.
- Alaka

The parasitic
muse feeds on emotion.
Spores take root in pain.
- Alaka

1 Comments:

Blogger Ozymandias said...

From Max by SMS:
Poetry is like a cocktail of phoenix blood pounded with Durga's prowess, slushed with Shiva's destruction n laced with Florence Nightingale's spirit of humanity.

2:12 PM, April 08, 2009  

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