NAKED COLOURS

'NAKED COLOURS'


NAKED IS THE CANVAS,
AND I CONSTITUTE;
LYING BEFORE ME LIKE A DEVOTED PROSTITUTE.

AND I LIKE A GOD UPON HER MYSTICAL ENTANGLES,
SAVOUR THE UNSUNG SONGS OF PASSION.
AND SHE LIES BEFORE ME
TO GIVE HER A NAME OF A FACE,
A FOREVER IDENTITY....

RED?... I PAINT HER NOT
BLUE?... NO LIKINGS GREW.
AND GREEN AND YELLOW ARE DULL AND SHALLOW.

YOU WONDER WHAT COLOUR I DRESS HER?
TO FEEL.. TO TOUCH.. AND PURELY CARESS HER?

AND HERE IN THE SERENE CLOSURE OF MY HEART,
WHERE HER LOVE I CALMLY GUARD,

I PAINT HER PASSION,
I PAINT HER LUST,
I PAINT HER SOLELY WITH A SENSUAL JUST.

I PAINT HER LOVE.
I PAINT HER LOVE.
AND THERE I MINGLE INTO HER SPIRIT.

AND I BECOME ONE..

I BECOME ONE..

I BECOME ONE.....

Love -SWAPNIL

INVISIBLE

INVISIBLE

You, Oh Souls!

Of conspiring dwellings,

of homes brittle as sprite.

Of pictures & Sounds of tears you betray..

Of Vision- a rotten sight.

You transcend to murky lands,

where witch's bosoms you milk.

And feed and howl to break the sky and

Dream of minting silk!

You conquer and yell as kings.

And crush in seconds of yore.

But you not know the bloodiest gore,

of what song the destiny sings.

You can't walk on paths i do.

Neither see the sin of sorts,

nor hear the quite rumble of apple. (Adam's apple i.e. vocal cord)

Of which i maketh notes.

You not know the blessing i own,

Of knowing nothing and

'everything you know',

Of creeping into corners of depths.

And orchards of 'don't let them know',

For, I'm 'Invisible' & the 'Invincible'

Silent i scribble...

'Silence' i scribble...

For you not know

You can't know

I Beside you... I Decide you...

I INVISIBLE.... I INVINCIBLE...

-SWAPNIL

Erotaah

Eyes searching to find u leaning besides me;
Shine forth, Don't sit their burning my soul,
Emotions die and rise like a sea of waves.
Each moment passes by;
Stirring and shaking me till the core;
Have u ever found that love?

Pushing harder and harder to get off,
But u seem too close to forget;
Render my inner self that peace unfound;
Come discover me right within;
Sensations argue against my body arresting;

Love thee, forget thee not;
My life preserver, make me ur captive;
Seizure me in that prison inescapable;
Softly whisper in this deep blue night those magical words;
Shimmering with stars endless;
Like my love for u;
Clear and wide as the sky above.

knowing too much is a bane rather than being a boon.often we find blabbering pompously their (unknown to the world) knowledge... squandering it all over as if a philanthropist... but wat they do not know is in the wake of becoming the undisputed king of the kingdom of human knowledge and conscience,they end up becoming a fool in the eyes of those who come across this species