Death of Christ..

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There was a dog...
Still as a dog..
A trans-speceisst transgression
Suckling milk
A pagan breast
Roads to nihilistic curves
strange winds of stormy seas
Dark and pure evil
Mystic death of a saint
Insects of morning calm
Broken by the falling leaves of trees..
A trace,poem undifferentiated
Misery of life
Loveless chaos
BDSM of black holes
In the roaring lights of Christ
I die- I
because- I
I don't die!-[I]

Phantom Christmas

A dark Christmas night
I was waiting with my newly stitched dolls
Fancy girl colored with pink and saffronic red
Rushing through street
Every human head that passes away
Waves of discourses spreading away
I was like a isolated island in a main tributary
Dark hugs me
My baby shoes aren't dead
Speaking with a melancholic guitar
I was waiting for the big Other
She was icy calm
Her body was chill as like in arctic avalanche
Her eye balls were moving
Drops of tears bleed from her eyes
She is my lady of tears-Mama Mary..!!!
I went near to her and spread the dolls
Her hands are paralyzed
Her body is in a dark grave
Where her body decays and negentropy sucks..!!
Where is she? my mama Mary?
Trauma of a wounded heart
O Jesus..!! come and rest in my womb..!!
I'm a virgin..a virgin Mary
The church bells ringing in the cold December
Everyone sings "Hail messiah! My lord has born!"..
I was waiting in the broken entrance of my church
Completely covered with ice
Misty entropic chaos
The temple was broken
I shed my dolls and went away
Crying like a small kid,moving like broken wind
I search the white lilies
Which i found in the residence of the church
A sleeping bloody Mary
Roaring in trauma
A flower of femininity rising from the rocks of phallus
I raise as Jesus
Up above the sky
I must die and rise
To die again and enter a womb of graveyard
Where cunning foxes roars in night
I raise never with light
But with a immense dark, a perfect dark queen
I raise as Jesus, a black Jesus
As like the smoking pipe that release smoke in a distance
I enter the womb again
I cry in gestation pain of bearing Jesus
I give birth to a child
A false phantom pregnancy
It is the false of false
I'm the dark of dark
The mother of night
She returns again
She hails again
My mama Mary..!!!
She is no more void here
I never more shed tears for you
It is the you in the last supper
I had cannibalized your  breast
I'm the chalice
Drink my blood and eat my flesh
I will born again
Again as you
It is you that is me
Or call me girl
Or call me boy
It is your jouissance
I drink in my heart
No worries, my lady
I rise from death..!!
I was raised from a death..!!
Again to celebrate that Christmas..!!!
Where we live as witches..!!!
Together..!!
As queens dancing in glory..!!!
A phantom Christmas..!!!
The rule of witches..!!!
Rule of the real priestess..!!!
Morning tulips of a countryside song..!!
In a lacanian axis of love..!!
Amen..!!!


 

Da GuY i LiKe

It was window of fantasy
The green glass through which
All the morning light enters deep...
I saw him inside that mirror
God..!!! i was lost instantaneously...
He was like bunch of fruits
That spontaneous dehiscence
Which make them sexy to spread
The drops of honey shedding from calyx
I was a bird awaiting a drop to baptize me
A cool thief trespassing in the window of this body
It was like a dark evening
Where rain sheds continuously
I was a crow which immersed in that water spill
spores shedding from the spadix shaft
I was speechless infront of him...
The thick eyebrows riding like a black river in a plain
Infinite jouissance dipping from that small eyes
I was watching him
Outside that glass of separation
A bundle of fantasies broken up
He was taken away by his sweet heart
It was like a soul taken to heaven by angels
Not him, but this heart tooo...!!!
But how he knows, the pain of this heart
When his heart is with his sweetheart?
I can watch well..watch well what i can..
A seed across mirrors
In this heart
Will you come and touch it?
My love?..!!!! ??..!
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A Kollywood Marxism-Story of a vanishing mediator-Anbae Sivam.

The movie “anbae sivam”(“love is god”) said to be spanned around the Marxist axis of rotation and which reflects the personal views of the actor kamal hasan on atheism is taken in a critical ritual here..Or to say a parallax view..!!

Messianic complex:

The initial scenes portray the nationalism of anbarasu and his fantasy of a savior, a kind of messianic complex. While it introduces the concept of the messianic complex, traversing the film, we could find a lack in the messianic role and the role is supposed to be occupied by nalla and which provokes anxiety reactions throughout the film passing from aras to nalla.

Racism:

The character aras is located in the discourse of the university, with the capitalism shown as master. But the film accuses the aras as the agent of west from the words of nalla, but this is again a reenactment of racist fantasy, a clash of fantasies and which could be seen as the reaction of capitalism and thus the one who speaks against the capitalism itself is caught into the web of capitalism itself, but yet this provokes another response that capitalistic ideals as shifted from west and it misses an inherent capitalistic domination within the country, but which is also shown as the one against which the character nalla fights as portrayed by the fight between character of nassar and nalla.

God for nalla:

The god of nalla stems from the reaction against the inferiority complex and the ideals of love and kindness,the distorted view of nalla, fragmented body vs complete body.The kindness and love aspects,which nalla calls god-“that which serves as a function against fragmentation”-which is depicted in the last scene of the movie,where someone who had came to fragment kamal changed his mind and nalla said him as god-this love is what madhavan lacks in the plot-the film stresses on the sliding of aras to nallas reading of the love, or what he called god, thus again proclaiming kamal as messiah. Again this is the reading of the god from the theistic prespective, whereby the god is seen as the protector and the one who completes. The film again theorizes the All, which is anyways impossible.

A feminist analysis:

The lady artist and the characteristics she possess-again the role of gender activity, that breaking being a female means symbolically shifting to the domain of the adoption of men in women-male chauvinistic expression.

 Heroism?/communism? :  nalla as a vanishing mediator:

The film though claims to portray the elements of communism, still bound to the capitalistic mesh. The fight between the nalla,the communist leader and nasar, the capitalist is more in a heroic way rather than in a class oriented way. The story narrates the function of love between the daughter of nasar and nalla, the fights between nalla and nasar,a typical characteristic of hero as shown by the otto ranks formula in analyzing moses and monotheism. Moreover at the moment where nasar tells his daughter that nalla is dead, the character nalla plays a real death in the mind of the lover of nalla, but which is again put into risk by the nalla, like raising from dead,but nalla acts as a vanishing mediator by remaining in the position of the real death in the mind of his old lover, while he is again suffering a symbolic death from aras, who wish to have nalla as the brother and the character nalla is almost dead. But the master(nasar) is put into the risk to conceal the live condition of nalla to his daughter.  While kamal is showm to have made aras to realize the “god”, yet the aras is a slave or hysteric of the master discourse, the daughter of nalla as again put into the masters discourse and nalla vanishing from them.,which gives the character nalla, a feel of magnificient beauty and admiration, as the character march towards death. Hence it stresses on a particular character as messianic. Moreover the methodology used by nalla to “sacrifice” his existence for the workers well being make him a “messia” and finally the methodology is a parsimony, but the communism is not that, which relies on the struggle of analyst against master, but here it is not so and hence the film ends more in the tone of a typical heroic or messianic story.

She-Breeze

It was a long journey

Some transposable umbrellas of love

In her pink lips of beauty

A desire of my lipstick to bound..!!!

It was a sweet hug

When she hugged this john

And kept her head in my arms

Like a sleeping baby..!!!

She is a breeze..

'cause when those hands touches these eye lines

It feels like icy glacier

Making a sweet excuse for kiss with a ship..!!!

In her long hair

My hands plays a violin..

And she has to caress my (che/brea)-st

Like a November rain..!! hahaaa..!!

In the river banks

She and me alone

Inside the riverside grasses

Making a story of kiss..!!!

When she crosses me every-time

Her white shawl swings in air

Oh ! god.! gloriosa dancing in breeze..!!

When will it decorate my hair?

In the lakes of my nail-polishes

She and me alone

Like some poems of solace

And her mist of love..!!!

How beautiful you are?

Our hands of mehindhi curves together

In front of this mighty green tree

Can we make this love forever???

A TALE FROM TULIP GARDENS…..

Shadows from the olive trees….

Mixed with the dark scent of his love….

A gloriosa sparked in the-

Humid humus of this forest land..!!!

He is a white unicorn…..

So sweet of him,

As like the innocent flesh of berries

Buried in brown peels….

I was lying in this garden….

Pink garden of tulips…

So near to the rugged banks of

This silent river..!!!

He was coming like a bird…

To rest in its woody nest…

My chest is a nest

To rest your soul..!!!

Little stubble's fluorescing in sun….

A thin blanket of grass…

In a prairie…..

So beautiful….I’m a Shepard now..!!!

It was the semen of love...

Overflowing in both the eyes….

A pure love, as like a words-worth’s poem

Architecting a captured loop of land…!!!

He is a beautiful baby now…

As like nectar overflowing from a pink flower…

Some elixir as a white stream..

From his sweet penis..!!!

A naked bird resting in a tulip garden…

He is like a sea-shell ,glued in a rock…

I’m a sea rock-a rock of love…

Resisting the waves of love..!!!

How sweet the nude is..??

A tight hug from my arms…

Twisting like a climber...

In his marble flesh..!!!

Lips are ignited….

In his pink cheeks…..

A poem composed by me…

So blessed my red lips..!!!

A hug of love…..

As like a little flower

Immersing in a bucket of paint...

His pure cock entered my nectar bud..!!!

So sweet his movements….

So tight his love….

Kissing and seeding this

Wetland of rice..!!!

A pleasure of a deep scent….

As like the colorful odor…

Diffusing in the breeze of noon…

Under cashew flowers..!!!

It was morning..!!!

Dew lodging in the buds of buds…

His semen flowing in my buds of solace…

Like the river nearby…!!!

A monsoon of his passion…

Little drops from that tired flesh…

Eroding my eye lines…

Not that, but my tears of love too…!!!

So sweet this morning….

In his laps of love…

A tulip bud bursted as a flower….

Taste this season of anthers..!!!

A tale from tulip garden….

……... … MONSOON DIARY…………

In a monsoon season of kerala…
In the shaggy dense green along fresh streams…
Where pathos climbs that great tree…
With some birds singing…
In a dark evening…!!!

I was standing like a pelican…
Waiting for my fiancée,….
In the road of glossy dark…
And some iridescent memories…!!!

Serpents crossed..like a tantric wheel…
He and me in that darkness of nights…
Nectar drinking butterflies….
Some moments of rainy eyes..!!!

Customer is coming..coming in the wave of dark…
To this soul of mere flesh….
‘cause I am a lust box…
To fill their sins of love..!!!

He was walking…walking in a ride of sex…
To drink this blood..and have a fuck…
Some drops of pennies flow..
In this flesh for sex…!!!

Yep..!! I’m waiting for my fiancée..
In this evening road….
Calling men to shed some notes….
And fuck and go to fuck your wife…!!!

In each and every sex….
I think about him….
A lovely rain…
Which you gave…!!!

But I am an unlucky fellow..!!!
To die in this hell, all alone…!!
Because you sleep with your wife…
Cannibalizing this flesh of love…!!!

Oh my dear fiancés..!!!
Roll your money over me…!!!
Only to the taste of this flesh…
Not to the tears of this heart…!!!!

You left me to live with her…
Like a baby left by her mom…
You left me to live as bitch…
To be touched by every male..!!!

In this season of monsoon….
A rainy love…..love of a shrunken desert….
C’mon the singing birds…
To make a guitar of my melancholy…!!!

You showed me what is love…
But you showed me what is hell…
When you cross that roads…
Rarely you remember this bitch of love..!!!

Your babies ask to you…
“who is this, daddy.?”…
You say me as a beggar of this-
Evening street..!!!

I’m happy to see your kid…
Remembering a john of your love…
Only a kid to your heart of love…
Why you left me love?
To live in this hell of flesh..!!!

I’m dying everyday….
Before this monsoon ends…
This body rests in peace…
So goodbye to this body of sins…
Amen…!!!