Chintan Shelat

Chintan Shelat Mar 2012

"The Nymphs are departed"
says Elliot,

the nymphs are departed,
so, all the barbers dumped their tools into the lake out of the village,
because all men will grow beard,
the homosexuality of the high ends of the streets,
is stuck to the heel of that transgender like a dust,

you can not shake your head if you have combed your hair neatly,
and your impotency is revealed,
you reach to the tree running, and fall like a chestnut,
your hands are still blue from the act of last night,
there is no question that you will be accused,

for the name sake there are some shovering forests,
at the every rough turn of the streets,
you can only enter with your grown beard,
there is only one riddle to solve,
"why did the nymphs depart?"

Chintan Shelat Mar 2012

A Myth

Those tar colored slimy talks are dripping from your mouth,
She is coming after you on these marks,
She is still the same,
but time is not,
Your aghast wandering is not the same,
the dead body on your shoulders is not the same,
there is no end of this,
and she is still following you,

oh, you can't take this,
it's burning you,
you loose your temperament,
turn around and speak the words I put in your mouth,
"For God's sake Eurydice,
Stop Following me."

then, there is she, there is you,
and there is me on your shoulders.

Chintan Shelat Mar 2012

Game of Gods

I know what I am supposed to write,
These gods are signaling me,
I can not understand,
If I write what I see,
I will be accused of being traitor,
I don't to how to make bomb,
I don't to how to do ambroidery,
I can only spread ****** blackness around,
But my hands are too short,
Can not reach to the eyes above the cheeks,

Now I can understand the game of those divinities,
And I still can not understand their signals,
But I know, what I am supposed to write.

Chintan Shelat Mar 2012

All I have

I am bored,
*
All that passed,
Did not leave even a scratch,
I was sure it will fade away, the illusion i was watching.
*
It was fruitfull that I kept swinging my hands in air,
I finally could stretch them through the mirror,
and there I grabbed the neck of reflection,
It died instantly.
*
Lust that was all apple-ish, levitated me,
I could catch all the speedy breaths,
Night was near to dawn,
and dawn was apple-ish,
and apple-ish was the lust, which levitated me.
*
That ****** craw made me mad,
I threw everything at it,
******, slipped away.
*
I am good at counting,
stars are falling one by one,
I will soon reach to 22.
*
And yes I am bored.

Chintan Shelat Mar 2012

Discontinuity

You are continuous,
there is no chaos

Suddenly you swerve, without a reason,
visible enough to ******* the dead guy,
and you start falling,

the more you shrink, the harder you get,

you can hear the crawling creatures all the way to the 10th floor,
they climb up under your bed,
the realization makes you subtle,
you are stopped.

It's dawn now,
you are still flooded with creep,

How beneficial is to redeem your astral influence here?

Whose blessings are making you immortal?
whose paradise is lost?
Can not ask,
because you are phenomenologist,

He has done great job in covering,
you can uncover it,
but can not have it

On your way back you can find some nymphs,
still you are not in heaven,
there is still some crawling under your bed,
and its creeping you out.

Chintan Shelat Mar 2012

A boy and a red jacket

His eyes were clearly peeling the dead skin off of the every tree passing by,
all the greenness of the grass was falling off to keep him back,
he was clinging on his jacket as if he was to fall,
he should have leaned on his shoulders hollowed by the ghosts,
the aghast wandering was eating him from the inside,
he must have smoked it off like a man,
he must have ****** it off like a high school boy,
that jacket was getting more red,

he was hiding the blackness of the palm into his fist,
he wasn't mature enough to slap the white guy passed by,
the jacket was only his true possession,
yet his chest is no more a secret.
at night he replaces his jacket by the brown blanket just to be restless in the sleep,
the addiction is at height,
cold is still cold,
warm is still warm,
his skin is becoming red,
the jacket, blanket, all are shrinking to disappear,
making a space to be filled by......

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