Tag Archives: love

eyegame #1 : the crisis

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eyes in utter
impoverishment
desperately
searched yours
in an awaited
mergence

but when they met
in an instant
dramatic act…

mine threw away
from focussing
yours’ drawing
magnetic ones

…out of ?

perhaps
a combobulated
mixture

of infinite craving
and intense love
masked
in just opposing
demeanours

of a racing self-disperal
of an enacted ignorance
of quickened movements

but why?

when the need
was in embracing
your rendezvous

Just wondering
if the same chaos
dug you so deep
and  sweet bitter
stirring a crisis

this

love

work-in-progress, the gift

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her orange box

needs work, a
final touch, you

know, perhaps
surprise inclusions, an
indigo wrap in selection

a purplish satin ribbon
in whitish heart out blurbs

with a customary
stick-tag overall

the red cloth
stuffy bear
doesnt seem
to be one
till now

her will
is at place
at pace

time: a
notion, a
currency

don’t
shame
her

love

image

of the specimens, dullened to be transcendental

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[spotted one by one the potential suitables for ‘dead’ly showcasing, one (un)fortunate dusk. and they were…] 

fading pastel peach 
of this drooping bulletwood 
budbloom 
reminiscing 
its sun-gaze days 

fallen magenta-ish 
senescence 
of the corner planted 
hardy shrub’s 
basal sprawled leaf 
curling 
in withdrawals 

ironic to their names and origins and preceding existence 

[added some more near-similarities lately, fractured twig 
fragilities in stampede, spritely fanta-ish yet suicidal 
petallic shields prematuredly detaching off, etc, etc.,] 

these made it there 
‘collectibles’ 
in the herbarium: 
made mummified dehydrates 
drying dying dead  souls 

might they be 
from a lacklustrous time   
a clouded extradark dusk 
or the thoroughly neglected 
geriatric shedoffs 
in striking xanthous hues 

those 
making absolutely no difference 
either to the bulged bumblebees 
in their heady pollen loads 
or the unpredictable 
vagabond winds 

in page-compressed burial with each specimen 
were the obvious questions of lost reasons 
as well as their once-breathing 
instinctive needs 

that all got numbed 
well before 
spreading sparsely from their core
only shrivelling faster 
detracted from their own margins 
more because of outer worlds 
pulled back 
to its humble origins 

liberating from 
desires of the ‘alien’ unknowns 
those envelopes fatally 
had remained just theories: nuances 
of relationship intricacies 
in complex sexual tangles   
with delightful teaser tactics 
of advancing formulae 
rolling out naked 
in entwined acrobatics.. 
ahh, the wasted love-bond 
extensions 
never got coupled 
until anytime 

what if they were in their senses? 
they would have 
infuriatingly 
denounced even faster 
of what was garnered: dreamt uniting entities   
been tired of scribbling voluminous scripts 
in metaphorized cryptics 

hard-pressed truths 
remained surprisingly visual 
of their lucidly branched 
abstractive winglets 
from constricted veins 

whose depths 
were still impossibly impossible 
to be reckoned 

the such meddled 
crosssectioning explorations 
broke out of hands 
a puff of dustful airs 
  
dissolving homogeneous 
with unknowns 

bigger nothings 
of the unitary 
everything: weren’t 
in traceabilities 
of their many 
singularity 

but got 
elucidated 
to be selflessly 
freeformed 
‘mingularities’ 
of a type 

Syllable

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1.    
in your presence        
       
a vaporizing feverish crisis, arise in wafery trembling layers over heavy beating pain gravity  
tongue licks in your nostril warmth: a relief of new normalcy streamlines upon sliding down spathy lids with narrowy frillridges running inbetween to deviate  
daylights  

beautysleeps instant in vivid dreamvisions within twin darkmoons in random
zigzagging  

chants your name repititive in just smooth vowel syllables even over consonant hitpeaks, thusly unhurting your arrival in fullness
permanence skies    
 
            
2.    
in your absence      
     
fingers roll in an invisible spiral in endless innard turns like your concentric depths of pulsating shimmer-eyes which I stare forever in magnetic  
fixations  

gulps a string of sweetsour anxious chunks, over silences in hard-immobilized logjams that need shameless revelations by even a slightest chime of real talkings, in
awaits so long  

ears heaten up from inner volcanic cochlears spitting electric, its molten lava unto reddening papery margin tips in switching glisten-embers like those burns
between us  

energies keep deep-delving in your intricate searches those which phase-transforms melting away my fleshy dilutions cell by cell, in your gradual crave-haunting hope-memories, merely leaves an unseeing pithy dot of holistic me orbiting to be an integral one, with your
soul spherule    
     

Spiritual Poems : purely] bound morpheme : DU Poetry

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Spiritual Poems : purely] bound morpheme : DU Poetry.

[purely] bound morpheme

there’s something inexplicable at first
about your sudden origins from nowhere
and signature presence throughout the day
right from dawns’ dark nascence:
your unceasing winds
swaying all ways
in tubular coolmint deposits
with overpowering guavaish scents
of sticky prickly-chaff’s inflorescence
and indignant roadside airs
of municipality’s rawcut leafblade, those
thigh-high grown cockatoo grass piling-up
though some remote mustiness
from distant rains’ store
floats on in davana notes

blows in a dare checkout
sketching my rather submissive outlines
slashes forehead wetness curls
of which a clumpsy strand posing
as, “a zoomed arched black sword
across mascaraless eyelashes
until pale peeling lips”

pulls out at limpid ease
further impoverishing
segments

skirts lift such highs
from your wavy undulations
expose a skimpy being
to hottening knives
cut~illumining
to many incandescent bits
of a singly summating soul
in harness of
intimate summersun in summons

whence comes this cool primal
freeform, filling in our nothingness
medium by indefinitely definitive traverse
so allows its other end
in magnificence: still-solidifying
flares of helium passion simmers
hardly containing itself, in a secondary
reachout to this miniscule untouchable
in slow-pain dissolution, primary bellows
hold me in meandering discourse, whilst
I gear up in solidarizing fundamentalities
that which now tantamounts
to your conquering warrior
invariably cutting across
my continental mass
at sweetshy disposal

quakes and humans [better is a red ant]

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deadly nihilistic cells haunt self to dysthymic deaths often
lambasts in brutally ‘silent’ civic sophistications
births a new dotty weighment of corner painlump over vast nonexistent heart
blotting heavy bluish veins all over empty head in sirening bazaar echoes
that sinks down in a gherao: a whining metaltop cranium crown
while lazing eyes of indifference in a fucking sleepy closedown
blacks out in a meaningless fullstop
feeble links within dismantle as webs to the outer space
lying between their worlds grapple hard
withholding signals

a red ant navigates touchscreen in no skidding fun
sniffs each alphabet, plans a long literacy tent
when bloody reflexive fingers tend to carrom it faraway
halfopen humanity from nowhere liftlands it  belowway
already in jolts like doomsday episode sequels
this time with six or more quakes in a row
only thing now is to pray and pray
for the curious lil ant, which is perhaps
far more an ecofit, functional worthy being
aware of self and dangers, know ways
how to and how not to
live’ and [more importantly]
‘love’

ancient equation

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before lightning lapse of twilight dilemma
takes over the rangoli-rioting pastel skies
in a dim~dark consummation
they try to fall down for once like all other previous days
in hypnotic pull over her chanting third -eye Aajna
in circular firemoon-bindu adorns of powdery
maroon vermilion, that inturn
smothers protective
of fusing Nadi Singularity within
over possessing Rakhchasa and Pishasa
those which hide inside malicious eyes
of overdesirous devils

nomoon night stares black in mysterious radiations
over her now vulnerable temples crying migraine
nothing would cure this grip
except even His slighest embrace
in thoughts and dreams atleast
equalling
Vatsyayana’s verses:1250
and 64 Aayakalai