Heart Controller

When the lousy star competes with the mother moon, And when all emotions strangle the sense of unification, Past tense evolved and short-term memory loss initiated, Enormous yachts marched into water dunes joyously, Still, with all of the universe’s stars assessing his actions, And posting smiles onto the houses, yet, few understand- Understand the participation of the moon in his life, A fulfilling sensation between two orbiting entities- Copious untold stories with insecurities and hidden tales of forlorn entities. One day, listen and take notes. Wednesday, 13th of April 2011

I spent days figuring how to get out of this nest, Along came an entity picking my fruitful youth, Demonstrating paths of mesmerizing adventure, Falling into another nest; distinct and foreign. Flying over cliffs as if angels through the clouds, Telling of things with black and white affinities, And after long admiration they appeared distant, Dwelling next to tall clueless farmer’s cannabis. After night’s time was edible and a few yelps, I gazed onto the sails, the beaches, the wells, Remoteness allured the entity, though, in vain, And I stood beside it cheerfully attending to care. Saturday, 9th of April 2011

Whisper to your earthly self to elevate rather than relegate, Share experiences of voiced practices empowering another, Prepare speeches for the beasts about the beasts to unwind, Scrutinize antique scripts of geographic geometric calligraphy. Wait a moment or two and allow me to rewind an era or two. Open-mindedness as described by the falling autumn leaves Was but a source of hardship and agony. For an era or two They have demonstrated the errs of beasts. And yet, for us It was regarded as the future of this downhill path. For me And many other storytellers we wait to stabilise these lines. Where were we? In a sorrowful abyss? Or a fruitful garden? Walk along newspapers and mingle with words to absorb, Stand on hills and gaze with your eyes on leaves to reflect, And present your perfect teeth to the lost mindful hearts. Thursday, 24th of March 2011

Whimpering wishes on wild wolves: Earth Whisperers, Soaring over the study of scriptures and of symbols, Perhaps, a petite period preaching the puzzled poor, Or Time terminated the telling of a torn tale of trees, Too timorous to tinkle their trunks as Time trembles. A nature’s niche of naivety of noble nomads nimble, Calling for continuous contemporary commitments, To get the great goals and gallop on gorgeous gold, Mighty men march into the marshlands and murmur, Muttering melodiously to the most modest of men. The errand of an eerie era is to eat the errs of Earth, Yet, horrendous hostiles haunt humble holy humans, Between the brutal battles bewildering the brainless, And respectful rubies return to their realm rapturous, Roaring their role in the remarkable robust resistance. Sunday, 6th of March 2011

Speak voices of thunder to scar your lips, Shout deafening silences across horizons, Let prudent persons of life pay attention, Allow the ears to accept earth whisperers, Repeat the words for your heart’s content, Cause an eruption to the mindless beasts, Pray for yourself and for the less fortunate, Letters of sword stab the eyes to shed tears, Wound the tongue to mutter less and more, Ordain the brain to serenity and prostrate, Redeem your life from this imprisonment, Demean yourself to the One the Only One. Tuesday, 15th of February 2011

Talk to me loud and clear about your days, The sun and trees; what nature conveys, Dust sweeping the lands revealing a woe, Is this the truth, tell me what you know, The sky and the water as blue as this paint, And breathe that air without having to faint, I have heard of fresh and healthy greens, And fruits full of flavours perfecting cuisines, How were they made- oh right, it is hopeless, I know that my purpose is just to live aimless, But you know that the footprints I leave behind, Need to be enormously large for people to find, And ever I saw your ancient eyes I dreamed, The days of peace where my heart screamed, Tell me one more time about the true way, That I can serenely follow without going astray, And lead a nation’s people to worship Him, With His mercy going to light from dim. Sunday, 6th of February 2011

Walking amidst standing vivid trees falling gloomy leaves, Reaching the murky waters whispering sacred symbols, Weary yet carrying debts and caring for none but few, Frequent flyers gaze on this new naked rotten part of bark, Dancing rigorously dislocating arms and a star’s trickery, Our leaves and yours; fascinated yet lost in black mazes, A foot there and another drinking on thirsty tombs, I stood on hills calling for listeners of identity retrievers, Odd I might be, but a person with mind, body and soul, And a tongue forged within the ancient blessed trees, A lost item inside copious plants decorating the mud, Still whispering hallowed codes frowning at fancy twinkles, Thieves soaring over mausoleums borrowing wild leaves, Never to return as a born leaf but a putrid grassy thief, Forgotten Earth Whisperers die of poverty and hunger, I keep touching them for remembrance; annual festivity, If only Earth Whisperers were inhaled by those thieves, If only the hill I am ...