Poem of the Month - June 2019

 
 
 
[in the details…’it' breathes & conspires...]
 
 
sugarcane inflorescence sways silken white  
in its gracefully maturing greyish ribbon  
hairs..bears the mating papilionids stuck over  
each other in devotional renditions  
of a stilled mesmerize...
suddenly flap in a wake of ruffling flutters  
just when the vermilion painted lady bird beetles  
hypnotize at the bud tips & tanning sun  
that’s gradually in a romantic dimming  
of the  yellow slanting holy turmeric  
limelight into
a crinkly charred darkening in a hauntingly  
digging chaos of the stridulating crickets  
with a rarity reversal curtaining down  
in their tighteningly stuck closing up  
touch-me-nots…orthodoxically facultative  
in a shrunken bridal shyness...against  
the drooping down fragile melancholy  
that these white-widowed capsicum buds  
are poignantly hung in a quizzical phasal  
clashing intermediary of a faintly reminiscing  
to almost forgotten inborne pungencies…
 
 
 
((existential bubble bursts eventual unto ‘its’ un-manifest ??
 
bubble . a bubble is a parallel 11 eleven  
grilled bars of its own isolated Andaman island’s  
Kalapani Cellulars… jailed in a flash of moment
 ..even the light fails them to be their so-selves  
 
‘No Fear No Fear Never Fear ..Fear is never ever there’
proclaims the red rebellion turban poet of freedom, Bharathi  
boldening ever unknown to fear, just to be in the ousting and  
busting out the inner demons & those nacreously veiled evils  
 
your tangentially drawn & provincially divisive  
pillared walls of plundering tactical equations  
in blindly bloodied shoot outs of your  
unleashed fascistic Generals Dyer’s  
bulleted rounds after rounds without any warring siren
…in a maniacally enacted Jallianwala Bagh massacre  
within your ruthlessly fallen enclosure of piled up corpses  
wouldn’t deter its unimaginably conjoined…the impossibly  
bent O of its Oneness Om- the God particle of Cosmic  
Consciousness in its vacuity of nothingness newness-
 
 
 
 ~'It’s'  an endless micromacrocosmic reservoir~
 
this burning hunger…
is not a deserted death in vacuity  
…its that coital clutching of our remnantal umbilical tissue  
in its infinitesimally infinite bled shreds & illumine dusts  
clumping as beautifully laboured births in breathing  
nascence  
 
and this heady quench...
is not never in an awkwardly gulped fulfilling  
complacence, of a noonish lazing swollen python  
in its still struggling wriggly devoured prey  
it’s that serially butterflying wavy dotted  
lightness continuum in a geometrical kolam
....an infinitely infinitesimal left out spatial ignorance  
of a child’s curious blinking peacockish eyelashes