- - - Desert Sky - - -
In the heat of desert, a night falls into maturity….
Where the darkest sky is embellished with the brightest stars
Exerting a whimsical contrast in the sea of darkness
What’s seen out through the dusty window is a world of fantasy
Reminiscence of a higher land, full of promises
Where the residents are not required to compete for intelligence
Nor are they expected to fight for their legal rights
And the mental state called emotion is nonexistent
Wild as they are, their presence has no bound
Their illumination is welcoming for the eyes that see
A far cry from the earth creatures…
The souls that yearn for happiness, love and wealth
And the ones wishing escape from sadness, suffering and poverty
The needs which all come in entangled
One message to the night that holds thousand stars:
If one wish of bliss be granted
To south refuge in neither heaven nor paradise
Would you offer just peace on earth?
~~~The night is often a time where the most beautiful things happen and the most honest conversations take place.~~~
Shutukhin 2007
Back to home
Tea to Reason
Whirlwind of brewed particles
Staggering down toward the bottom ounce
As a cooled glass of tea settled on the table edge
Calmness is in vicinity
Seen through the discrete pieces of tainted leaves
Clarity is an envision
Imagined through the colorant liquid of bare browns
Patience is in retrospect, a settlement of fragments
As the ultimate dreams resurrect...
only past the agenda of disappointments
In tune with the sweetness of tea
discovered only beyond the sensational taste of bitterness
just like deliverance is a pavement for ambitions
right then, I have, walked toward the need for my own dreams.
~~Sometimes inspiration comes in a good thirty seconds, shaking and staring at
an iced tea drink~~
Shutukhin May 29, 2007.
Unauthorized
Behind my feet,
I heard the sounds of a dry leave
Trailing along the concrete walkway
I wish those were your footsteps.
I dared to look back
onto the lonely pavement
with the gusty winter wind as my only witness
Before I drove away
I paused for a deep breath,
I longed for your presence
picking up on our last haphazard conversation.
Unable to fulfill my own desire
I shed tears to commemorate the time we’ve known for each other
the reason we are not talking anymore, present and future.
the chance we took for granted that we’d meet again
the reason why you did not even contest this unspoken conclusion, to stay a life apart
…. because you were dead, my friend.
A chance to make it equally, untill a heartbeat failed. Dedicated to a dead friend.
Shutukhin.
Collective soul
To the place where single souls live
In all the time of unwittingness.
To come in with a mild thought,
comes a humble soul knocking on the door.
The welcome is cordial,
the charm is a thrill.
In due heart not to leave a soul lonely,
..Till I am summoned a return to my asylum.
Until I am done searching souls.
I will love and
I will be loved...
After all .................
Shutukhin.
~Butterfly in Contradiction~
On a note of presumably perfect melody
You flex your wings with dedicated energy
You embrace your soul with exhilarating vision
And your mind with intuitive temptations
Because the journey to the moment is in light of the unrestrained possibilities
Your cerebellum purposefully begins to take on what it’s made to be
Your emotions vindicate thrilling act of spontaneity
Each breath you take becomes whispering word of ecstasy
In silent lucidity, you say, “perfection is but one elusive thought of nostalgic idealism”
Supplemented with uncanny realm of desires
You wish that your energy be promised with savory
Your humble desire be certified with continuum of optimisms
Your presence be inviting for more journeys and beyond
Reality be told, the unjust can be at force
For every butterfly, the nectar may run dry
For every nomad, shelter may get demolished
For every ray that shines, the darkness follows without amendment
For near or far, the destination is in your own world
For every breath you take,
you’ve got to pay for what it takes to admit.
~~A remider of a seemingly good relationship which turned into oddity..so much so that I wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground and disappeared from the face of the earth.~~
Shutukhin.
Edge
I am on the verge ...to breaking down.
The longings channeled into my soul,
"Rest" me not restless.
"Peace" me not hopless.
I am on the verge..to falling out.
The emotions burning into flames,
"Leave" me not alone.
"Let me" not vanish.
About this poem: an obvious mental discomfort!
shutukhin
13 August ,'98
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Precarious Affiliation
Burst of pulses captured on the screen,
When our palms clasped together
Abiding the act of coalition.
A word too scared to commonly use anymore
The presence of esoteric sensation… leaving us to infer
As we tango our romance into the night..
I may not be asking for eternity
But with the utmost referential,
May I love you for just this moment of sincerity?
~About this poem: Back in college days in the lab, fooling around with an oscilloscope, and then thought of this love story foreign film, seen a few days prior. Felt the need to establish a connection between human emotion and a machine.~
Shutukhin 11:50p
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Honorary Decree
As a loyal servant
You, as my master of a kingdom
My maintenance is under your jurisdiction
Upon your invasion, my life becomes your defeat
I can be a mortal
I can be an immortal
Depending on your judgment
I will face it.
After all,
I can be a gardener
I can be a governor
But just award me a sword
As a loyal servant, protection for your happiness, love, and joy must be under my command.
~About this poem: This is an adaptation of a poem written by a friend of mine.~
Shutukhin 1:05p .Sept 23, 2001.
Silly Almost
Wouldn’t mind ripping it apart,
If you were a packet of chocolate.
Wouldn’t mind gulping it down,
If you were a bottle of champagne
Wouldn’t mind not needing sunshine on my mornings,
If you were right by my side.
Remind me candies don’t kill,
Remind me champagne won’t become poisonous
But excuse me, if I am blind (blind with love).
~~About this poem: recollection of my high school best friend's troubles~~
Shutukhin (1991)
Welcome to Poems By Shutukhin
Dream Situation
At 7, I saw you standing there
for your three-minute break to grasp air
your skin constantly burned by the sun,
even with the protection from your off-white frayed shirt
features on your face had characters beyond my comprehension
tiny creases gathered on your face like a set of sketches when you smiled
your hands callused from your daily handshake with the bricks
subjected to the life of a porter’s, in a perfectly Socialist third-world country
I heard you said you were going back to school,
when you found your mother among other.
I swear I spoke to you again
in a situation called dream
I think you understand I wish you well.
Shutukhin 12:10am
~~~A childhood memory recalled~~~
~^~^~^~ Internal Turmoil ~^~^~^~
At large, struggle to free the liberty merged,
All hopes resumed into momentous heat.
Raising arms with empty weapons.
Nothing but to express the deranged oppressions,
with the understatement of repressions.
Tearless cries overheard.
Voiceless screams from the hearts.
But it was all yellow,
where the red blood flow
At the ruthless act of the dictators’ ploy to fraud.
Shutukhin. 11:25p
Dedicated to the Sangah and the people of Burma in their struggle for Democracy.
// End of a Bright New Day //
The end is near,
my tears can vouch for it.
Intimidation is by far
a sickness of humanity.
My life is unspecified
for I shall not be required,
to deliver voices of sanity
My emotions are uncharacterized
for there ain't enough time to validate
The eyes on my world are in sync,
with a centripetal force
for I might have taken a rest on the spin
by the time the sun goes down on me.
Shutukhin. 11:17p
March 17, 08.
~~ Janitorial Invasion ~~
(Destination restroom)
Walking down alone the hallway of poorly guided lights
catching up with my own stamina to arrive destination relaxation
my own footsteps became recital to my musical ears
but it was no bluffing matter,
when you stranger suddenly appeared at twenty feet far,
because I ‘ve gotten struck with my restless limb syndrome
as my shaky legs now attempted to open the unusually resistant bathroom door,
I was let in ,in the middle of my practical turmoil,
but not without crawling half way down with bottles and buckets
to the janitor’s surprise,
my greetings were shockingly spontaneous,
my small talks were all apologetic
I said “I’d like to explain, but you might not want to hear my story”
he replied “ No! you can say your story.. I com from story telling culture you know.. “
And that is how I met my new friend, Genina.
~~This one is for G. ~~ Shutukhin.
A Portrayal
As I lay me down
Hand over my forehead.
As though I am to ponder the future,
As if I am to reminisce the past.
As I lay my palm over my heart,
A peculiar feel of 'pounding'.
I know where my heart is,
I know where I want to be.
When the calls of the heart go right
Where I am claiming my spiritual right,
Because it is only right to be right.
shutukhin
May 1989.
Let Me Be
A feeling of coarse shells
brushing into the silver sand
As though a collision of hopes and dreams..
Too precious is to tell apart
Too tough is to keep apart,
So let me be both hopes and dreams
Let me stay closer
Walk me through the roads of light
Just let me be.....
Shutukhin (sometime in 1991)
**Fall from Bliss**
A man comes home to the tune of Chris Isaak’s Wicked Game
His recollection of an insinuated broken dream
is only a matter shy from the real thing.
When his once enlightened spirit is left barely above the mean
Civility is at bay in his chemical brain
Words of profanity in the late night cyber game
Like the contraction of muscles to ease the pain
Like he hopes for a pure morning
When a man can unbreak again….
Shutukhin 10:30p
** rendition **
I came along with a song written...
I took a turn to oversee something beautiful
I swam across with a dream on file
I got on board a constituted expression
I saw you beautiful behind a purple curtain
I paved my way to compliment the projected image
I watched over my shadow chasing a mirage
I held the dream until it disappeared in evanescence...
Shutukhin 11:08p
***Decency**
Beyond the awareness of a motioned curiosity
A beautiful smile cautiously travels with a tendency…
It speaks with agility and humbleness,
in a quiet compound vacated by the weekend retirees
where no one in charge to preach the absolute “right of ways”
For what it’s worth, a sense of relatable conversation
Flawed to get carried away…
Right then I knew that you were closer to my imagination.
About this poem: a random conversation .
Shutukhin 6:30p
|Recessed|
Time - that passes me by, relative to the pace of my (human) heartbeats
as I wage wars on my own sleeplessness,
well passed beyond the mythical sound of the midnight train,
when I could have had a childhood dream.
Time- that I could be in my mother’s womb,
Sheltered from the illusive elements of the perplexing earthling brains
Time- that my father could watch me over, sitting up by the crib,
Scripting away the fundamental prerequisites for the child he adored
Time- that catches me on the brim of volatility, in pursuit of the distributed wealth,
of kindness and perfections.
Shutukhin
11:56a. Oct 2008.