tyndall, my dear tyndall in the morning
why don't you tell me
how blurriness is the majesty
here
when i put my glasses on
and sip the liquid i cannot tell what it is
it becomes foggy
why don't you tell me
how i wish i were a forest fairy
that misty eyes are not what the lake tells
that it is what the lake shows
behind your clothes
there is no skin
you have no flesh
crushed skeleton
yellow as pollen
they named you tyndall with a reason
why don't you tell me
how all of these time i prayed to ra
diana kept giggling and put all my cries
under the label 'noises'
i thought i could trust her
my mother once said so
that she was my other
why don't you tell me
how the striped pants on the runways
are now out of date
how flower prints on the blowing skirts
of ladies who promise you
to gather you to their breast
do not wither
why don't you tell me
i do not have to water
them
don't you see the flow
of liquid i cannot tell what it is
keeps running and running out
i will soon be dry
is it a cactus i see -- i can't even
there's none
you don't have to tell me

Flashing lights and days bright couldn’t be better with you at my side.
I didn’t need anything in rush, but you broke my heart in a hush.
Thought I could never be well again,
when I looked out of the window to take a glimpse at the rain,
Realised that all my feelings had gone in vain.
Was it all a joke?
How could I be left broke?
Couldn’t find any answers,
Lost myself in the late-late hours.

While trying to find my destiny,
Found someone who made me feel love’s eternity.

Suddenly a glittering light flashed from the dark,
It was like a tyndall effect on my heart.

Saw a knight so tall and bright,
Gave me a hand and asked if I’d be his bride?

Shook my head in agreement and went on a long trail.

His presence left me mesmerised,
Cause for I couldn’t see what I had left behind.

All the black memories got washed out,
With the new sounds of love profound.
It was like an ailing,
There couldn’t be any love with such a Great Ending!

Crossing from road
Tyndall effect is seen

Morning sunlight is entering into the jungle of trees
Falling on grassland
Full of dew drops

Making them shining
Making them glittering

Shining like small diamonds on a sheet

As if night sky full of stars at night in dawn
Comes on earth in green colour
With all its twinkling stars

Two peacocks are on morning walk
A cow is licking her calf

Birds are chirping
Sounding melodious
Few birds are flying low
Catching the insects lying below

All this makes a scenic beauty

Sometime when you are free
Sit alone under  tree

Create a Tyndall effect for your self
Then you can see clearly
Dust and smoke particles
Inside moving freely

This mind is a jam,
Is a honey, is a cough syrup.
A motley of chaos, in a container.

This old brain from my skin,
Soaked in pool of chlorine,
Or an intestine. This mother of me

Comes from the grandmother.
This is the girdle of Venus;
This simulacrum, this effigy.

The tyndall effect exhibited
Spread, spread, spreads
A margarine of coal, inedible;

It spat the meal it created!
But a mind is a cog of a machine.
Two is a watch; three is a clock;

Hundred is a Big Ben.
How can i forget this;
This is self-aggrandizement!

This seeming small, seeming
Incapable; belching cyclone,
Tending Peloponnesian war.

The might and shyness, the complex
Flung disguised for a dove, that
Pool of roses refracted in blood

This frantic trade of dagger
In forms of rhymes and letters -
This is it. This is mind!

She was Saturn,
The epitome of unique;
He was Jupiter,
The beast to her ethereal beauty.

She was Saturn,
Clothed in mystique;
He was Jupiter,
Clothed in shock and cruelty.

R. A. Tyndall

In her hair, she wears
The beauty of Polaris;
Luminous orbs adorn
Her celestial body.
A veil of nebulae on her face,
Fails to conceal her eyes;
Alive with catastrophic bursts;
Reminiscent of supernovae.
Alnilam, a glorious embellishment
Graces her neck;
Sun-like Centauri on her arm,
And Elysian complement
To her dress of quintessence and energy.

R. A. Tyndall

We die before our own eyes;
Our blood paint crimson the fields
Lords left at the mercy of flies
On beds of broken swords and shattered shields.

The image of eternity before my eyes
I dread my terminal breath
The wind alone hears my aphonic cries
Of how ill-prepared I am for death.

R. A. Tyndall

There you are
beneath litten skies,
Heaven’s reflection
enlivened in your eyes -
More sacral,
than when Eden fell.

Night creatures gather
at the fringes of the forest floor;
Possessed by wonderment
of your twilight terpsichore -  
More enchanting,
than any witches’ spell.

R. A. Tyndall

Let me dream these Barmecidal dreams
And on my bed of asphodel lie
With charming you by my side
Yielding sweet douceur of the flesh
Amidst the decresent embers of concupiscence.

R. A. Tyndall

At the cusp of dusk they billow in,
Great black beasts, gravid and wroth;
They devour moon, they devour stars,
Thundering across the celestial sphere.
Roaring eruptions and lambent light –
A bacchanal of Babeldom.
Eden fire pierce, fierce, incisive stabs;
Instantly illuminating,  
As the great black beasts birth torrents.

R. A. Tyndall

Ah, man
How high the pedestal on which he stands
Lost in reverence of himself and his deeds –
Prone to forgetting his nature and ‘civility’.
He is a menace to himself and all that breathes;
For he is as feral as the beasts
Above which he holds himself.

Man
To what ruinous end would he drive this world?
What manner of destruction and death will he unfurl?
He pays no heed, not even to his own kind
He has such magnificent vision, but he is blind

Man,
Holds a brush of ruin and paints such foul ends
His every stroke on the earthly canvas, rends.
It lends intensity to misfortune and torments.
Now even the breathless sigh and weep
For man bears the scythe and he will wantonly reap.

Man
Capable of every ill, it would seem
Yet, the fool has hope of being redeemed
He holds on dearly to his dire dogmas
Sat astride prevarication - an embodiment of Ananias

Man will, by his own designs, meet a jester’s end.

R. A. Tyndall

Dread
Great affrayer
Descends on plumes of corvine wings
Singing a lullaby of desolation

Dread
Great usurper
Dwells in the shadows of my mind
Ravishing thought and memory

Dread
Great beguiler
A shroud thrown over me
Sickens my soul and fetters me to the dark.

R. A. Tyndall

My mind is handicapped
It is need of a crutch
Give me ***** as raw as my thoughts
“Live!”
“Love!”
“Laugh!” they say
But I lust, loathe, and lament
How I wish for the melancholy
To depart from me,
Well before my years are spent!

R. A. Tyndall