Resident Evil

In the smoky ascent of
Pent up passion spent
At cooler altitudes
Common sense prevailed
And cloudy cloying regrets
Began tremulous descent.

At first salty pearls of precipitation
Precise honesty lucent
And then opaque, foggy with
maelstrom of memories
The  kind that are not
for putting away
In treasured hope chests
Like bridal trousseau
But effervescent salts that
you could never contrive
to curb or contain.

The anchors of
Control swept aside
Floodgates bursting
cascading crescendo
Falling acceleration
Of acrimonious calumnies
Descent into torrential
Madnesss.

Alone
This is the forever place
I founded and carved
This hollow scooped out shelter
The sad notion of my being.

Forever emptiness
till relinquished of duties
of future and the
travesty of choices.

Life leads me by hand
From loneliness
To greater loneliness.
The pinnacle of my
Existence an annihilation
Of the self generated
Image, the persona
I impersonate.

What's me and
Constitutes myself
As meaningless
As squiggles in the squishy
Sand washed off
The shores
Of life forevermore
Never to return
Or repeat the
Self same patterns of yore.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016.

Day 8 If I were a Bird

If I were a Bird

Houses below me
Rooftops my perches
Clouds majestically tinged
With gold silver and rose
Delirious canopy of dreams
My soft worlds enclose.

Towards the wild west I fly
Always from sacred east I cry
My shrill shriek of triumphal joyful love
I am alive!

The earth bends me to its proper will
Magnet understudies my eccentric wings
Of freedom's flurry
To patterns primeval
Flight predestined.

Still I cry raucous and ravenous
Forevermore hungering
For flight to new territories
Seen from solitaire bird eyes.

I am Here,
Now,
Time's harbinger
To sail dreams for you
So earthbound, so pensive
Mulling on distant dreams
Too heavy eyed.

I'm fire bird and phoenix
I am owl wise and beatific
Serenity's dove...

The beautiful messenger
Of peace offerings
Dove from heaven's cote
I swoop I fly I glide
Thy olive branches
To bring
I'm spring time cuckoo
nocturnal nightingale
At daybreak or evening's heartache
Thy soul to singe.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Theme park or Fair Treats : Day 7

Candy floss on my lips
Strange melting in  the mouth
Sweetness
Your baby lips
Softly clinging to  my shoulders
Your sunkissed caramel skin

Mamma will take you places
Keep you safely harnessed
through the wild rides while you
Babble on baby
Or dip into
Sweet pop corn dreams.

Little one,
You are the sweet theme
of this fairground song
The sense behind the  madness
Of endless carousels
That I sing.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Childhood

Childhood

Childhood home and garden
Sunny days ago
Warm and friendly
and a balm
For the rest of my life

I look at the photo of a white washed
Transit bungalow
For company guests
Can just spy a shadow of the
Cane sofa set
Where we ambled languid
Careless of our lives
When the sun never set
On summer days.

I cast a glance to the left
Where photographic blur
Can't do  justice to memory's
Sharp etched pictures

The swimming pool's pristine blue
Floats into view
Mind is awash.
Thirst quenching memories
Heart wrenching stories
Everyone has a childhood
Drenched with sweet moments.

In my eyes
Two pools of love and gratitude
For graceful days gone by.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Slop Weekly Challenge proverb

Weekly Challenge
Feeling a little bit naughty. So this "inappropriate?" (Perhaps) proverb caught my eye.
If the wife sins, the husband is not innocent.

This is a truth to which I can testify

I used to walk the high way but
Now I crawl underneath
Understand my heart
It has been tossed for dirty dimes at your false feet

A good woman' heart unvarnished
Loves to keep her faith
Take her not  for granted
Nor scorn the soft dreaming love she gave
For  she will save it for another,
On a rainy day
Along with tears she forbore to shed
And bestow it in her despair
on beggars and dreamers and jokers
Dry hearts long since dead
Until to its last furtive drop
its eventually bled.

If the wife sins, the husband is not innocent.
So if she walks with vampires undead
He sank his own greedy fangs in first
Untrustworthy fodder for lust he made.

If the wife sins, the husband is not innocent.
This is your truth, so own it
Take your sordid taint
With which you painted your woman black
Nocturnal lying desolate black
Ravenous ruthless relentless black
Darkness is what you will
Ever get back....

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Move

Move

Hop skip shove push
Jump run dive in to hoops
Race trace each tortuous maze
Amble if lame  but move always

Been a while stuck in the groove
The road restive to feel heated hooves
Make the motion take the trip
Get off the carousel leap over the tip

See yonder sun that daily dips
In bloody trail through hungry lips
Of rapacious skies into what lies beyond
And your staid home the earth
Moves madly, round and round

And every degree tilts through time
The road shimmering, shifts its paradigm
The path changes the journey derails
Convoluted curves and endlessly
loops this living tale.

We missed the boat but we can't stay
on at the port
Shipwrecked we swim still forward to receding shores
The waters catch up crawling serpentine over our necks
Goodnight sweet dreaming life on safety's starry deck
In the waves move memories maddening light
where moon and stars congeal in delight
And White Atlantis awaits
Or mortal fate
Movement is Life impetuous
Life that dances brave and calm
Into death's embrace.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Heaven

Heaven

Heaven must  be a place
where none else is
And yet we reign supreme
Above all, yet alone,
our mastery
undisputed unchallenged
Sovereign.

Because in heaven
Our presence is perfection
We're all in all
Complete in isolation
Surrounded by solitude
A golden silence.
Simplicity
Our deliverance
Complicit with utter lack of want. 
An attaiment of the very best
The essence of everything.

On Earth
We compete and fight our own
Petty selves,
Split into lying shards
Multiple mrror images
Dissected to deceive.

Conflicted egos engaged in
Puerile pernicious battle
Still jealous, sullen, suspicious
Of our very own depths
That we flounder in...

Meanwhile heaven lies heavy
Upon our souls
Ordering guilt trips
To hell a plenty
Till unity is sought
In understanding
In empathetic
reception.

And then finally
We find
We are alone
True masters
of  existential experience.
In heaven
We are one...

And solitude and rest,
Clarity and compassion,
Reward not one,
Not you,
Not me alone,
But universally,
reapers of peace
In explosive successions.

And love
Regrows us exponentially
our organic shells discarded
Boundaries transcended outgrown
Into shimmering halos
Auras of infinity
Divine benediction.

Heaven is you.
Knowing me
So well
That I become
You
And renew
me.

And you see yourself
Through my eyes
And pierce veils of
Illusion and delusion.

Ourselves
Are both,
Rescued and
Savior. 
Salvaged and Salvation.
Mendicants and Messiahs...

When sun
Falling soft
upon our sleeping souls
Light up the true side
Of this ethereal mirror of
Life.
Awakening third eye
Of unified perception
And bring us to
Our heaven.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016