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the essence of absence (everything & nothings of newness~nothingness)
sanctum's reminiscing memory papillae
still stuck hard in revolting astringencies
of million brewing theobromine crisis
had but just caved in again and again
to indelibly imprinted submissions
of passion smeared wine red lipsticks
over and beyond the woven ranges
of once fluttering fabric herbarium
in pleated cottons to crinkly punks
now idly under hermetic enclosures
that do dare out a little here & there
in hung remnants of trivial traceability
whilst the basic principle of the active you..
yes you.. “where are you, where are you..’
infinitely kills me with its mystical daggers
this deadly silence..this incalculable distance
this lengthening elusiveness..amidst twilight’s
slants of an ecstatic peacockish resplendence
stilts as ignorance to narrowed worldly visions
feels destined these deaths of separation held
high with obligate fidelity, these virtuous rebirths
now nevermore in any desirous expectations
even the lightly wind chimes to its slightest
of lowly utterances if not its sonorousness
silently implodes the sterile doormat & brittle skins
shall never be preoccupied with your organic grips
when all is (un)said & (un)done to deathly eternity
waiting is just a proverbially dangling existence
extraneously lilting to a dissolving spacetime
Published 16th Dec 2018
Author's Note
a try for FromTheAsh's 'the elegance of decay' comp.
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Anonymous
16th Dec 2018 2:23pm
Your poetry exists in it's own universe within the portals of DUP. Mesmerized. And I haven't got a sycophantic bone in my body!
16th Dec 2018 2:34pm
Quite an interesting and powerful piece great job!👏👏👏
"infinitely kills me with its mystical daggers
this deadly silence..this incalculable distance
this lengthening elusiveness..amidst twilight’s
slants of an ecstatic peacockish resplendence
stilts as ignorance to narrowed worldly visions" i love these lines so much very impressive!👏👏
"infinitely kills me with its mystical daggers
this deadly silence..this incalculable distance
this lengthening elusiveness..amidst twilight’s
slants of an ecstatic peacockish resplendence
stilts as ignorance to narrowed worldly visions" i love these lines so much very impressive!👏👏
Anonymous
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16th Dec 2018 3:34pm
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i love your mind how it works n arts...wanted to put my lil light on what you are talking about here..death as accelerated in simultanety by inner & outer forces..may it be large scale or small scale ( the scale seems altogether a diff topic though..like a self-biowarfare?!)
'romanticized forces of physics'..true. just to add some historical angle to this as recorded in literature (old tamil classics)..theres been three levels of chastity- "karpu nilai"- put down .. in love in death...one) soulmate dies the same instance as death of beloved happens- as like a queen of then Madurai kingdom, two) she dies in the fire of her love's pyre - the infamous ' sati' tradition that was long abolished & three) she dies once she destroys the whole evil forces that thad untimely taken away her love- the famous 'silappadigaram' epic & the ' kannagi' character who burns down Madurai..
Ah, i know am loading in all unheard of names n instances ..but yes, they starkly emphasize on this one truth..the soul in love dies either a constant or instant death..chronically lengthened or immediate..in the absence of its love..# justme as ever in blabbers:) thanks for sharing ur vital thought..do share more things on them esp. the scientific & futuristic facets..
'romanticized forces of physics'..true. just to add some historical angle to this as recorded in literature (old tamil classics)..theres been three levels of chastity- "karpu nilai"- put down .. in love in death...one) soulmate dies the same instance as death of beloved happens- as like a queen of then Madurai kingdom, two) she dies in the fire of her love's pyre - the infamous ' sati' tradition that was long abolished & three) she dies once she destroys the whole evil forces that thad untimely taken away her love- the famous 'silappadigaram' epic & the ' kannagi' character who burns down Madurai..
Ah, i know am loading in all unheard of names n instances ..but yes, they starkly emphasize on this one truth..the soul in love dies either a constant or instant death..chronically lengthened or immediate..in the absence of its love..# justme as ever in blabbers:) thanks for sharing ur vital thought..do share more things on them esp. the scientific & futuristic facets..
16th Dec 2018 7:00pm
"infinitely kills me with its mystical daggers
this deadly silence..this incalculable distance'
I seem to have just walked thru this garden...filled with dark and light thought
bravo hermetic poetess
Jeff
this deadly silence..this incalculable distance'
I seem to have just walked thru this garden...filled with dark and light thought
bravo hermetic poetess
Jeff
Anonymous
17th Dec 2018 2:02pm
Wow! There is something almost ethereal about your writing. It drifts into the senses, entangles the mind and then holds you. This is beautiful!
Uma, this is golden:
whilst the basic principle of the active you..
yes you.. “where are you, where are you..’
infinitely kills me with its mystical daggers
this deadly silence..this incalculable distance
this lengthening elusiveness..amidst twilight’s
slants of an ecstatic peacockish resplendence
stilts as ignorance to narrowed worldly visions
And that final couplet is platinum. 📝❤
This indeed is the essence of absence, and the aging distance that separates us.
whilst the basic principle of the active you..
yes you.. “where are you, where are you..’
infinitely kills me with its mystical daggers
this deadly silence..this incalculable distance
this lengthening elusiveness..amidst twilight’s
slants of an ecstatic peacockish resplendence
stilts as ignorance to narrowed worldly visions
And that final couplet is platinum. 📝❤
This indeed is the essence of absence, and the aging distance that separates us.
