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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Angel of the dark



smell of midnight rain

and sound
of her blue saree
in darkness

with cold lightening
the hunter finds the rose
behind the diamond curtain


white shadows of flickering breathe

the moon slides down
along the crevices
of my glass poem

and smears the ceiling
with her silver screams

abstract voices
encircle in the dark
from layers of slime
and mud

last words of dust
from the frame
of the unfinished painting


ice-anklets on her fairy feet

piano on her lips

her smile reminds me
of lost local trains

stare long
into the smoke
and symphony
of her eyes

travel down the lunar tunnel
of peace and time

and pause to hear
the music of the cold river
that winds and unwinds

to reveal sketches
of half forgotten beauty


predators in the night air,

the soft storm in her eyes
has the song
of silent blue cannon balls

prepare for the war of kisses

as her fingers,
silky like soft mercury,
slide inside my wet skin

and scan the nameless silence
of the night
for secrets

secrets hidden behind
the vortex
of the old brown mirror


moonlight and magic
on the white river water

I watch her sink,
into the deep hollow of the night

dark lines melt by the second

step by step
sound by sound

like a portrait of vanishing beauty

traces of fairy feet on snow

the blue prisoners
who sing to the moon
and speak a strange language,
once again,
call her an illusion


squint hard
into the periscope of time

with visual sounds
in your dreams

remember the martyrs
of another age

in silence,
the rainbow changes colour

figurines of smoke

the scent of mirages

speechless butterflies
retrieve the words from flames


deepteshpoetry said...

If you are visiting me,feel free to say what you think about my poem.Expect a response here soon.

zorlone said...

Hey deeptesh,

Good to see you writing again.

This one is awesome! Each stanzas could stand on their own, as if these poems were paintings put together to create a collage of thought. Magically conducted by a talented maestro!


AD said...

i agree with zorlone. each stanza stands on its own. i like it that way.
very well written as usual.
obviously you put more than your heart into each pour!
keep writin!

Michelle Johnson said...

Collage of thought indeed. Your words are beautiful. Spoken from the heart. Well done. Have a nice day.

Pretty Me!! said...

oye dude !! where do u find such brilliant imagery n words to spell me ?? simply superb !!!!

anthonynorth said...

The imagery in this is spectacular.

Julia Smith said...

Great graphic to go with the poem. These lines are awesome:

'and sound
of her blue saree
in darkness'


'the moon slides down
along the crevices
of my glass poem'

songofsea said...

woah!! all mushy mushy eh??? what's goin on deep?[ will call ya deep if u dont mind ] romantic n expressive.Nice read...

oregoncitygirl said...

"and smears the ceiling
with her silver screams"

I love this. im always amazed by your words. I need to know your secret to writing :D

i'm sorry I disappeared. how was your trip?? (this is Larissa btw)

ABHISHEK SiM said...

wow - u robbed me of my sanity - very confusing lines - i kind of got lost in the magical maze.. I read the poem 4 times - and every time I found myself lost...

may be brother i m too amateur to appreciate... "high-funda" lines. beyond my cognition. but they just left me in awe - left me bemused -

master of abstraction. a wizard of illusions - all that i could know about you.

uh-oh - i m still trying to solve the poem!

i loved the contrasting imagery; the swift change of scenes; the sensuousness - the lust; but the metaphors at times were very fuzzy...

may be walking behind you - someday i will grow up.

Lluvia said...

I was not confused, Deeptesh. Guess that means I understand you a little? I like your blog.

Brosreview said...

Great imagery here. Keep writing!!!

Andy Sewina said...

Nicely done Deeptesh, you have a very pure poetic voice emerging here.

ishani said...

great job, as usual.

bARE-eYED sUN said...

yes there ARE many instances of brilliance - - - yet overall it is pleonastic.

believe that you are capable of LESS.

thanks for sharing. :-)


Pseudo said...

deep this is briliant boy.... a jazz genre ... eh?

smell of train?

very nice....

Linda/ christable

Jeeves said...

Lovely poem. Nice flow.

Marja said...

I feel I tiptoed through a magical world. Great images Absolute wonderful poetry Deeptesh

Devika said...

Oh Deeptesh, Wonderful imagery here...loved the poem -- its so as a whole..while many are standalone haikus as I see...

from your picture, I see you are too young...then a born poet, i would say :)

would love to read I followed up from Nityajeevi's :)


cyclopseven said...

amazing display of emotion. really deep, Deep:).

Lion-ess said...

very eerie in deed.. but I like the voice that comes out of me when I recite it!!

Saima Afreen said...

Deeptesh, enthralling imageries you have used which flicker like candles leading the reader from one alley to another to discover their secrets. The imageries beguile the reader taking him to a different world. Weel done! Keep up the good work..

Saima Afreen said...

I mean well done..typo error

Sriram said...

great as usual.. rockin.. do keep in touch.. Cheers mate!

Jena Isle said...

These are amazing lines Deeptesh; packed with so much emotion and lucid imagination.

It seems to emanate from a mind who had lived a hundred years old. And to think you're just 19!

You'll go a long way...keep writing!

rajdeep bhattacharya said...

its treat to my eyes

siras said...

Oh WOW! Awesome, awesome, awesome! keep writing, you write absolutely amazing. :)
I have so many favorite lines in this poem, I've read it 5 times already trying to figure out which is the best! :o
:D Awesome work! :)

"Sunshine" said...

Welcome back to blogland, Deep!

Another great poem from you. Here are my favorite lines:

"the moon slides down
along the crevices
of my glass poem

and smears the ceiling
with her silver screams"

I love the imagery of the moon sliding down. Good use of a smooth, glossy word like "moon" paired with the image of sliding down glass. And good juxtaposition of sliding with smearing and smoothness with the silver screams, which can be interpreted as a play on words of "silver screen." Speaking of which, I see your poems often as a movie because of the rich imagery you exhibit. Good work!

gautami tripathy said...

Glass this slides!

two hearts

carry on tuesday said...

This is fantastic. The words, your style. Unique. My new site Carry On Tuesday is now open, I hope you join in. You'll get straight there by clicking on my name (hopefully!)

floreta said...

great job! i can definitely feel a trance reading this. i like the use of colors. so vivid.

sujaan said...

i found it extremely abstruse, difficult for me to understand...will read it in peace to figure it out better... loved the last 2 lines :)

Ella said...

great job!

Chase said...

this is great.

i love the color blue weaved into the separate scenes.
great contrast

Inam said...

"like soft mercury" seems to the best line to me, fresh! All the best for your results :)

WarmSunshine said...

I am awed by your imagery. Such a beautiful way to describe things :) I think you're inspiring me already.

I haven't read much of your poems, but from this set, i gather you write a lot regarding night and darkness? I may be wrong, am I?

I loved the description of the females in this set. I liked the third one best.

Will come back for more. Blogrolling you :)

Keep it up!

WarmSunshine said...

Correction: You're already blogrolled, hehe!

Deeptesh said...
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Devika said...

You kidding Deeptesh??
Know when i showed the world my first 40!
I used to write -- but was never confident to publish :)

Oh yes, in college I wrote some Malayalam the magazine :)

poetic insticts is inborn...but building a vocabulary takes time...and you got a strong base already -- and as you said you are fastidious in your choice of words...which makes reading it an experience :)

I will definitely be here to read more...and those in the weekend :)


Ria said...

wow!!tht was so beautiful. I wonder hw u always hav a way with words.

sourik_poetsparadise said...

the moon slides down
along the crevices
of my glass poem

as her fingers,
silky like soft mercury,
slide inside my wet skin

and scan the nameless silence
of the night
for secrets

secrets hidden behind
the vortex
of the old brown mirror

Beautiful lines, deep! My favourites from this one...SPELLBOUND! is what the least i can say i am. Excellent imageries and metaphors too.
Great work buddy.
And i would like to thank you profusely for commenting on my poem.

Keep Writing!
Wishing you good luck!
Sourik :) :)

cyclopseven said...

This piece is excellent wonder. Strategic word play.

Rye.. said...

Beautiful work Deep :)