Tuesday, December 9, 2008

doodles. (osi)

doodles. (osi)/{as originally posted.dec 07.2008 sun}

funny circles with spikes
a puny sun on a paper sky
dahlias and poppies
utter a jubilant hello
a hard day's toil
the squelching on the slush
laughs with the gurgle
of a washing machine
the thoughts of healthcare
and school are whipped up
with the white and yellow
of a sun or a moon
this tan on the omelette
talks of the summer
under a clouds' doodle
juggling with life
sketch the day out
frame by frame
moms outline the home
everyday an artwork
alive and kicking..

/original/z.g.-(dec 10.2008 wed)

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Monday, April 28, 2008


i’ve always liked
to joke to myself
that somewhere
in the future

i’m already dead!

mellow fragrances
milder symphonies
at the threshhold

of oblivion!

mysterious memories
defy recall
still i try hard
to listen

as the sunset
of consciousness
slowly melts
into a dark night

of unknown emotions!

and suddenly
i yearn for someone
sans or with reason

far away
the moonlight
over rustling leaves

sounding like
the soft whisperings
of childhood melodies
yes,i do try mom

to jolt myself
out of the voodoo
of surreal forms
and images

till i wake up!

to the perfumes
of “annunciation:
the time of flowers”
[abstract art Title]

in this structured
of life!,sometimes
outrageous ~ /original/z.g.

.._(original post edited/modified )
{ref:painting/art>bkacicek-“annunciation;the time of flowers”}

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

to a dog lost

'to a dog lost'

In bleak light his flickering eyes
kick through the smoke
watchful legs appraise the carpet
of death beneath

my brain speaks the gibberish
of the kids back home
the taste of 'what if' a bubblegum
of thoughts in my mouth

his nose can hear the footsteps
of death
my ears can smell the warning
in his bark
hark hark
the explosion


a flame,a candle
what dog handler
could handle
hollowed by
a landmine
was a dog's

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

..life..{talking to k}

i can hear them talk
yes i ..do
contemplations or thoughts
did i share that 'experience'
did someone say -'experience'?
was i blindfolded
not to absorb its' graphic vividness
and could i not hear the undulated sounds
the giggles that floated around
and what about the smells and fragrances
that engulfed it all
and would it be alright
to forget
the inexplicable touch
of warmth and tenderness
[sometimes also referred to as life]
that became it's synonymn
yes i ..i 'think' i perceived it
or imagined it
or even ventured to talk about it
but i know that
someone could
feel all that
and mould,craft,convert
transform it into..words
how could i,or could i not
experience the poem


Saturday, February 9, 2008

[footnote] autumn.osi

'autumn memories'*

in the soothing balm of the spring showers
when i bloomed and i swayed
and with breezes i played
and my fragrance spread
over the flower bed
to adorn yourself in secret hours
you'd reached for me
very tenderly
with delicate fingers
the memory lingers
but now you tread upon withered flowers
that i've drooped and fallen
forgotten by the world!..

..zoya gautam[original}

Friday, February 8, 2008


PEERPRESSURIZED!not so uncommon in a world that seeks to live in the future!the craving to be somebody,somewhere in a given timezone can be a bit stressful while the shrinks add
to their smiles .can't help thinking why does the Adler
and Freud syndrome haunt so many "on the third planet from the Sun".

Check out this wonder 'bout poetry!