What is a prayer? Prayer is sending blessings to all.

What is a prayer? Prayer is sending blessings to all.

There is no way to go

There is no way to go

Life is strange! Ekin
Let your contemplation be endowed with this prayer.
There is no way to go. There is nowhere to go. There is no one to go.
Myriads of paths to traverse to the translunary home.
There seems be no way to escape from this callous dome.
The manifestations has you this ignorable captious vain.
Your acquiesce and consent for heeding the vacuity to gain.
Getting swayed away with the caravan shackled in chain.
Acrimonious is the draught waiting for the lapful rain.
Abroach and transient is the invitation to accept.
Ready you never were for ademption of this addle concept.
Deafened were your ears to hear the serenade of the divine concept.
Wearing a veil of oblivion and expecting a clarity and candour
Now a sentinel over your sentience for sepsis to be more.
Buried you are Ekin in your sepulcher to be transfused.
You have ignored the ablution enough which was not to miss.
You were never acephalous to burn yourself in the alcove of bliss.
This would not have been a transgress, had you chanced.
You are no exception sitting on a caldera to be pranced.
Senility is prodding you now hinting you a valediction now.
The Valhala was never distant with its distinct frou-frou.
If there is now way Ekin- jump out of the fen at once.
You have enjoyed more than enough of foreordained falsity.
Bow down before yourself Ekin and let it go.
You know the friend now that which was once a foe.
There is no way to go.
There is nowhere to go.
There is no one to go.
Ekin
21/02/2010

Excuse Us Please!

Extended is an apology from a little fluffy heap
To ever voracious and stinking greedy sheep
To ever leaking sapful horses which love to peep
Sheep are pressed aching enough to squeeze out
The horse lays aground to sneeze the culprit sap out
An abortion, as all the horses are to enter the hell
The Desert dog is around, now who will cat the bell
Waiting half the life to fill the tempting and oozing hell
Knowing nothing the horse wastes all the precious jewel
Rendered now they are, fatigued, emptied and hollow
Virtues are staked and the heinous sins are to follow
Repeated invasion of the beasts is in offing and inevitable
Mistakes are repetitive to be stubborn and are not amendable
Starved the horse is nothing much valuable to gain
The luxuries are expired and insipid leading to a pain
Shackled is the stallion asking for a nourishing rain
Chocked are the passages to escape nothing much to drain
Insanity took the toll now claves must be aware and sane
Pendant is lying the unwilling and a alienated sapless log
Playfully galloping horse is now a miserable pooch for a jog
Libido is locked and the vibrating vigor is no more
Thrown are at the periphery, who were once at the core
The chief is busy playing with the geese
A horse is a horse, excuse us please!
The life is strange Ekin, down at its knees

Ekin



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Thus Spake the Audacity

(To Barak Obama)

Thus Spake the Audacity

The space limitless borderless and self-contained
The space eternally futile, meaningless and purposeless
The space studded with planets and stars for no cause
There hung a scene afloat and adrift
A pendant podium embellished volatile and hollow
Withered yet gleaming and glimmering masks all over
Seemed a pompous and redundant ostentation
All the celestial bodies behind the intimidation
Standing there was a two-legged creature
With a clowning grin and a lustrous mask
Varied emotions frequenting the mask
His hind limbs shackled with grey promises
His dwarf forelimb clutched but mesmerizing
His mask qualm and scruple and spinning
His stout contour dark and tender
The mask engraved with an obstinate lined dimple
His eyes unmatching the posterity and silky path
A safari legacy and a candy in the mouth
The tongue thick yet agile and brisk
The eyeballs oscillating up and down
An alacrity and swiftness called as audacity
Utterances brimmed audacity was prone;
Prone to prove the hidden beyond the imprudence
A tamed bird bearing a gloomy carcass in its beak
A pertinent insecurity fenced the whole scene
Before him was gathered a look alike fauna
Pairs of eyes outnumbering the stars;
Glow in the eyes lightened the whole place
Hands handcuffed with brittle consolations
Their heads pivoted on an abyss of hopes
Their bodies reinforced with perilous ambitions
Guarded they were with newly born;
distention, altercations and fray
Undestined foresightedness led the this way
Their tongue acetous and teeth tart
separated the were with apathetic invisible walls
Pungent was their cavity and obnoxious was their breath
Hapless eyes waiting for an immortal miracle
Elongated were their years desperate for:
The old repetition of the dissuasion pattern
Their legs firmly anchored in the rotten and ruined grave of;
morality, affability, infelicity, fraternity love and motherhood
there reigned the wisps of delirium and swoon
Corpuscles of discontent, infliction, torments, misery
and apprehensions with their cousins;
thrusting the crowd to stagger
Their hearts still invisible to be called as stoned
Infidelity and disloyalty were on probation with them
Betrayal was also awaiting its turn
Having had a famine of tenderness and love
They were to be threaded to the crust of chaos
Capped savage and barbarous clouds looming over them
Rambling to pour the hatred and wet the people with fear
Moaning and deploring they were for nothing
The life is strange Ekin
The audacity was prone and aptly prompted
So was ready the gathering knelt and squatted
The space witnessed the tongue tickled and;
Threats beguiled cheers and applause
The ambience was filled with sound
Thus spake the Audacity;

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us....
The life is paradoxical Ekin

Ekin

I loves You

I LOVES YOU

I loves you, you loves I
I loves me, I loves I
I love mine, mine loves I
I love Myself, Myself loves I
I is I, I is not You
I loves Iself, I loves you not
I is I, not you
You is I, not you
I is, when you is not you
when I is, I is a reflection in you
I sees I in you
I is a loveless life
You is An I,I is an amoeba
proliferate to become another I
I is the world,
I is not the beginning;
An I is an end but
The life is strange Ekin
I is paradoxical and ludicrous
Irony has it,I has a gender too
I knows not any hue and creed
I knows not any hue and breed
I knows not any border

I is arduous in ambit
All the conditioning is in I
Spurious is I, so is the conditioning
If I is, where is the you then
If You is, where is the I then
I contemplates I in you
I is not when you is not
I is shadow of a man under the sky
Shadow is a fake identity
All the shadows are same Ekin
Ready to bear the scorching heat
Ready not to sneak into the shade

The shade where the shadow of I is not
I is not when the shadow is not
shade is calm blissful divine and eternal void
I has a face Ilessness has no face
The shade is shadow less
Being shadow less is a blessing
Having shadow is Iness os servility
Being in the shade is Ilessness
The shadow is isness
The life is paradoxical Ekin
Face book has many I,and melting I
Tears on the facebook;
Tortoise sneaking into the shade
Tears on the facebook;
Tortoise knows not the path to the shadow
Every one has I
I belongs to no one
Why should everyone belong to I then
Having and I is agonizing
Leaving I is pleasantly agonizing
Death of I is not ;
Death of the mind and body
Presence of I is sub-human;
Absence of I is human and humane
Wow! Ekin’s poem has many I
Life is strange Ekin ; really
The I is cosmological
The I is a cosmic joke Ekin
Ekin is a label; I loves you too Ekin
I is an ego, shade is the love
Fear not the shade dear

Ekin The I

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Gestation

Gestation

Long awaiting impatient tidal shore
Ahoy! Yelling wanderer was what the shore bore
A peering hollow was what the shore bore more
A waiting womb was conceived with….
Untrained and innocent was the womb
Womb bore only one facet of life
Second to be born when an Adonis is in the echelons of power
Gusts of strong desires and wisps of ardent ambition
Thus carved and adorned a waif for the coronation
Waif proliferates to become a prince
Prince culminates in to an emperor
Destiny had a revolution: actually part of process Ekin
Ekin,life is strange and by chance
The emperor expands the physical senses to dare the thresholds
Darkened corners are lightened….
Inaudible are audible….
Far is no longer farther…
Legs get airborne….
Vast round shaped is a tiny town…
Memory gets deepened and atomized…
Pitiable remain the taste buds and the nostrils
Morality remains for the destitute only
The sun and the moon two hand of a clock ticked by;
Bliss and torment…
Divinity and suffering..
Privileged and trodden ones
Ethics and rationales…
Logic has had them as fossils at the sand of the time
Practicality beats the drums of aloofness and loneliness
Trumpet of professionalism blows away
The stringent of affection
Mendicant vultures and trashy savages;
Ogling and daring the once conceived womb
The life is strange Ekin
The womb is slyly crying to get conceived yet again
Alas! The emperor is unmindful of;
the groan and cry of the womb still meandering
Ekin

Ekin's Poems

Ekin's Poems

Vulnerable Anvil

Stinking are the cornersRepulsion sees connivanceObnoxious is just to intimidateThe fragrance gets mixed with itAdversary only not a foe; to be grinning soonAnvil is lava hot and molding is toughPretensions are from the both sidesThe brighter one is better at concealingA single drop in the cluster of dropsOnerous is the stirringReluctance is the manner initiallyPrevailing one is blurred; tribe is confused so is the chiefLife is strange EkinPathetic to see you maneuvering o! Chief

Replacement is not a change
Lest the change be replacement onlyThe change yet far and beyondReplacement is not a change o! chiefHopes are from the old mindsetA heart is to change not the regimeWearing old shoes further tightens the spiral lifeOld one is to lead to catastropheCompensation with ability is just inevitable; for the Novice older ones My beloved chiefIntoxicated demand more toxicityKnow not it allCurved life is desparate for a straight breathingLet the arrow be in two directions simultaneouslyArrow of filling and the arrow of solaceRedress invites further decay onlyThe life is by chanceThe life is strange EkinYour majesty must walk on the two edged swordLove you my chief
(Please keep Mr. Barak Obama in mind while contemplating these words)