Catalyst

It flows in your bloodstream
and touches your skin
in bumpy layers
and connect-disconnect loops
as air massages your exposed self...

and then
goosebumps -
form
storm
grow
enclose
- heal
friction through friction.

In the air...

breath meets life -

like
evening sees home
dawn touches sunrise
sugar grows on the palette
rain flavours sand
time stops for constancy
fever spreads shiver
lump meets throat
hope sees you the eye and
eyelashes make the occasional blink.

And then
silence meets sound
before losing itself in peals of boundless happiness!

Heat...

spreading slowly in the periphery of the body
while eating
into
silent bits of the edges of the skin,

causes
goosebumps,
irates
friction,
triggers
suspension -
in the mind, unmindful of what is.

Heat gained, somewhere, equals heat lost.

Catch!

Touch time
as you would
kajal in the little flat box

and hold its watermark with your ring finger;

this time,
just stop time,
just where it is,
just like that!

Roadside....

If my brain was a flat plain,
tarred gently on patches of roads
that make up the little city embedded within,

on the roadside,
you'd find
hawkers and salesmen,
jokers and watchmen,
onlookers and passers-by,
scavengers and pedestrians.

Somewhere on the roadside,
you'd see silhouettes
that pervade the 'existants';
they levitate, oscillate and vibrate
along the spaces and cavities
and
suddenly
the road seems to follow their swirly path.

On the roadside
and everywhere else
there are those little ghosts
that seal thought in bubbles of transparency
and transport them away from the confines of reality -

into a timeless, spaceless and an inexplicably beautiful vacuum
of you, me and absolute nothingness! :)

It happens....

...in the monsoons
if the rains come down as heavily as your emotions
and the sharp rays of the moon penetrate
through the clouds
into pearl like drops
dispersing
colour.


...in the greenness of the grass
that exudes moisture
like sweat on the skin
growing
on you.


...in the abundance of feeling
when the light dims
into tender darkness
in the scantiness
of thought.

...well...it happens,
like night falls
and day begins
and lungs breathe,
before you know it,
without you knowing it,

all by itself, through itself - naturally!

Deep!!

...like a box of vegetables in a big truck from the countryside
and some quicksand in the muddy surrounds of paddy fields

...like water through small earthen pots in good 'ol kitchens
and chemical solutions in those longish test tubes in school labs

....like the ear hole
and the oesophagus

....like the shooting pain in the head during a migrane
and the pull of the eyes, half asleep, half dead

Its all deep,
felt deep
...like the heaviness an empty heart
and the emptyness of a heavy heart!

Why...

...do sharks attack you from the back?

and when they do that
they pierce your hindside through their claw like teeth
in a manner that allows you to feel them
but not see them.

But thats not entirely the problem.

What you can see before you're eyes is the problem.
What you perceive you can see accentuates the problem.

And the fact that its all blurring now that you're under attack is the killing problem.
And before you know all this,
you realise, you're -
d
-y
--i
---n
----g
..........
- dead!