Godly Conversations…

Me: Dear God…

God: Yes God

Me: You are the god!

God: Why do you think so?

Me: you created us. You are the ultimate source for this universe, the vigour for everything that ‘exists’

God: No, you created you… You are God!

Me: I created me?

God: Of course… God!

Me: Who created you?

God: Me? We ain’t diverse

Me: Am not clear, alright… What after death?

God: Empty…

Me: Empty?

God: Yes, Empty.

Me: What is Empty?

God: Nothing… A State of vacuum. A Nullified Cognizance!

Me:  Let me put it this way, what is Death?

After Death – 3. The Voyage with the Lights

Disintegrated reminiscences are
no more sensed;
Asymmetrical white crystals and
bright circular cubes are
psychosomatic optical time illusions
Vaporised Deja vus are
transmuted white light particles and
radiant silver diminutive tesseracts
on a hyper ride to parallel universe,
quadrillions of light years away;

After Death – 2. Puking Memories

Eyes of mother
Face of mother
Fatherly whiffs
Black shoe polish
Understanding genders
Attracting genders
Rank holders
Daddy outings with brother
Mom twisted my thigh meat
for espying pale girl thighs

Eldritch Abominate Creatures – ‘The Translucent Hyperrider’

Somewhere in the farthest galaxy…

Neon translucent membrane
glow for every hyperride
Electric Lime sprinklings are
hyperspace take offs
long bushy brown prickles
pasted on transparent woody tentacles
lash bulgy mandibles
green radiance inside rubber bones
are the eternal soul

After Death (1) – Where am I?

My mind — bluish wobbly-dizzy;
An excruciating numbness
sojourn in my brain
A nightmare? – I thought…
More pragmatic
than an anarchistic dream
A nihilistic delusion
A fabricated illusion;
My mind pugnaciously conscious
hops between the idealistic realism
and exaggerated emotional surrealism

Rat for Crow

This crow is peckish
dark blackish, his beak
is red hot sun
Sometimes orange
warm as sun;
He ain’t eaten a week
He is weak
He is peckish
Lord human offer him
Some spiders, like black
snake egg walking
with eight thin fingers
capped by a small lizard egg
with two spicy curved fingers;

The Make-up

Hazy mirror and a razor
lay crossed aside sharp
scissors of acrylic handle;
Slow music in the background
piped bloody blues
A nip in the ravenous
stomach of filthy tube
popped green gel…
Bristles from the wood, scooped
cool neon gel from thy tube
clogged its meltdown
in thy hot noon air
Which flowed contritely
through thy grilled window;

Eldritch Abominate Creatures – ‘The Giant Orbiting Whela’

Somewhere in the farthest galaxy…

Payne grey bouldery
dorsal ridges, flattered
glittery blue tumours
on rostrums, large as Jupiter;
Neon reflections on flippers
are supernova delusions
elliptic stripes on throat grooves
are scrubs on titanic hollow rings

Daffy Puking Duck

She jump beneath the red
suave terra firma, piercing
the gravity, smooch orange
gooey acid with her bean
Bite the rubber butt of
the first lady romancing
in the white cotton beach
Puke exquisitely
on black mommy duck
beneath her nape
like a barrel of red velvet balls