Friday, April 29, 2011

Aladdin And The Magic Lamp


The sky is Aladdin
And the moon
His magic lamp

The lamp is rubbed often
By the snow-white fingers
Of the clouds

But the genies appear
Only on the ground

And the genies
Are all beautiful!

They bear that
Which flows from the heart
And through the pen


1.
The educated eccentric
Is excited
"The geriatric night
is poring over the
lexicon of the skies
through the moon-monacle!"

2.
And the granny who
sells her wares by the wayside,
"Now there's a fluffy white pancake
fried in the sky-pan downside up
by granny Sun."
And so granny called it pancake
And it panned the pan-like sky

3.
And the little boy
wished a wish that night,
"I wish I may
I wish I might
String the moon
And fly my kite."

4.
And the petal-soft heart
of the flower girl waned,
"I shall twirl my loom
from the passing clouds,
string it with starry blooms
And garland the moon."

5.
And the fisherman weeps for
The white fish those swim the skies!
"Who be that heartless fiend?
Who swam the milken moon-lake
And cast out the fish within?
Look at them thrash at
The floor of the sky!"

6.
And the tree-lover opens
The canopies of his heart
"The moon-tree's branches
Hug the sky
And sings to the starry-sparrows
a lullaby."

Night-time's clasp weakened
The corners of the sky
were streaked
with reddish clay

The sun began
to bustle about
And the people
grew busy getting lost!

The sky choked
at the smoke rings
of men and their machines

And aladdin...
fell back into his cave!

A Nightful Of Moon-Sliver


Between you and I
Is a moon-sliver

We wish to nurture it,
You and I

A pregnant sigh,
A questioning glance
...and the sliver is broken

The shadow of a stray thread
from your raiment whispers on its skin
...its body rustles

In the embers of our silences
The sliver is warmed

Dreams awaken, unbeknownst,
And colour its body with many hues

Some of your words, and,
A few of my caresses fell
by the wayside and melted away
The sliver disliked this
We understood

We drew each other closer
And the moon-sliver melded into our bliss

And as distances dissolved
And the koal night coalesced
It wore dew-beads and ecstasized

The bashful sounds of unpractised abandon
we spilled into the night
The moon-sliver listened
and laughed within your lap
And my bosom