Category Archives: Poetry

and .this morning’s showered ‘sign’ gathers up to a ‘shiv’er(drumm)ing midnight heart’s thandav

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the radiant ripples in mirrored mergence…ahh, the flawlessly palish to shimmering yellows of a picturized peeling wall’s conceiving ‘sun’face decked up with endless freedom feathers

digging them back from this deeply-stirring indigoish midnight abyss to [how] magically~haphazardly resurfaced like stitched aloud as if seamlessly synced zillion racing horses and ploughed increasingly hard to be tucked tracelessly in holed brusqueness of graveyard’s silence and but to be pulled out in needfully tumeric-dipped holy threaded immediacies of thunderous frequencies in cosmical echoes ripping this suddenly much-throbbing alive ‘hide-n-seek’ bosom apart in vivid vulnerabilities …

[its of all and just ‘you’]

fully seems a foretelling of an awaited needful chaos a beautifully bleeding crisis

love in motion in realization

after eons of infinite wait, my Shiva

p.s: video by self, this morning 08th dec 2017

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and .this morning’s showered ‘sign’ gathers up to a ‘shiv’er(drumm)ing midnight heart’s thandav

Standard

the radiant ripples in mirrored mergence…ahh, the flawlessly palish to shimmering yellows of a picturized peeling wall’s conceiving ‘sun’face decked up with endless freedom feathers

digging them back from this deeply-stirring indigoish midnight abyss to [how] magically~haphazardly resurfaced like stitched aloud as if seamlessly synced zillion racing horses and ploughed increasingly hard to be tucked tracelessly in holed brusqueness of graveyard’s silence and but to be pulled out in needfully tumeric-dipped holy threaded immediacies of thunderous frequencies in cosmical echoes ripping this suddenly much-throbbing alive ‘hide-n-seek’ bosom apart in vivid vulnerabilities …

[its of all and just ‘you’]

fully seems a foretelling of an awaited needful chaos a beautifully bleeding crisis

love in motion in realization

after eons of infinite wait, my Shiva

p.s: video by self, this morning 08th dec 2017

an earthen brown elephantine dawn rings prophetic in an endless sync…

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elephantine dawn
in close-knit velvety trunks
slip eventual from a swollen silence
to serially twitchatching secretive drums
in anticipative accelerations
over arched ivory tusks poised in swordfights , slides smooth
along planked iron thighs and upbeat nails
in impressioned embeds
over splattering rich brown ironic slurries
of rising sandy clamorous dusts
with the claying down drizzle paradise

fuming afternoons
ooze a hottened humidifying vacuum
frothing inwards the filiformed fig leaflets
to almost touching benthic ecstasies
in a swirled convergence

bright lit october’s waxing gibbous moonface
is beyond ripening tendencies
in weirdly veiled exposing contours- a translucent
half-squeegeed melange phase of rainkissed
glass panes and of drenched nylon drapes
from the lusted hits of ploying dusks and slanted twilights
in unsurpassed yet untraceable blinked escapades

eclectically webbed dream contents
from thematic elephants of her nascent dawn and some rustic
anthologies of his previous prints
echo soul synced prophecies

her mutable airs breathe unto his
springing fluidic h2o universes

pic: web, @ Mark Greenawalt Art

the falling

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a used up creased wax paper bit
falls down ..dwindles delicate
in a zigzagged
lightness sway of a withering
butterfly and of a nestless

dusky passerine in mumbled
calls fading unto darkened
ignorance of blinded eyes

xanthophyllic angels in winged senescence
of the autumn in downward flights, embrace
them in grounded syncs

a liberation

sung in sunful hues
and the discoloreds and the decays
joining hands
with the dawning mists clearing fast

what remains are the warmth
of rich browning humming beds- the
earthen souls in cosmic prays

 

 

pic: web, ‘eternal’ by Naoto Hattori

this ‘one’ birthed radical unto the daring daylights, with eyes of molten suns and pasolini spirits.. ends your rotten blackened era

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that ‘one’ molten moon-like sun
and ‘a’ spark, this diehard pasolini
spirit in possessed grips- are not
some bygone ‘ones’ of expired

yesterdays in sepia’s suppressed
surrogate dreams, rather slightly

a greasy stigmatic layered ‘paaladai’
still radically stuck from their
slimming silken floatative skins: this
‘a’ countryside’s divinely conceived
teurgoule of meditative severities

it, this destined ‘one’, sweetsourly
haunts in birthing contractions
kicks its way out of ‘a’ kaliyug’s
rampantly blindfolded nepotistic
hierarchical unculled networks

to ‘a’ cried out clarity of streaming
daylights, this child this ‘one’ who’s
breaking free of shackled clutches

whatever long ‘the’ laid out complicity
matrices, these tracherous nexuses

Pic: Web, ‘Re-birth’ abstract art by Delawar- Omar

magmatic rage of a midnight bluebird are glowering suns of infinetly birthing universe in its poetic soulfulness

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#rage #rowdiram
#PractiseRighteousRage #RowdiramPazhagu
#FrostAndBharathiyarAndMe
#thedepths

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage… ~Robert Frost

whatever the classical verses
hold essential
in there the poetic truth
and soul, its only when one’s
own suns flare
in

reddening magmatic flows
of a righteous
rage
(in your own fights fought

in bled out deepfringed hearts
splashingly downsized
to destiny’s clotted
darkness spilt haphazard
in sound’s sudden
submergence – this adamant
eternity , rather there’s
never a

lopsiding lounge of brewing
senses in frilled facultative existence
of loosely hung lust laden veils
so in translucence that much
feigns- like crafted rainbow
threaded textures but
afterall dwell

in holed-up bogging hungers, this
maskless hunter in slimed mossy
gloss, luring unabashedly in
vociferous hissing
kisses)

glowers and gleams, their
rays are at purposed ease to piercekill
the lurking shadowdy greys to the
paling conscience [irreversibly
plunging into their dug shallows]

and whatever whatsoever
coming in way of depthly
and almost deathly climaxings

#uj2110170226
#postmidnytmaniacs
#sacredwarringself

Pic: web, Taft McWhorter Art