SIDDHI– The Awakening of Soul & Senses in Love

 



Trying to drink in the morning’s routine of bursting sunshine
slight cautious finger-licking into the citrussy squeezed dripping
wetness in its freshly lingering in acidic piercing punch as if eagerly
waiting porous tongues give into its acutely birthing metallic pangs

…I bloom in full glory to your sharply switching in sensitizations
stark flavours of your wholesome essence triggers in sensualities

mild topnote hints of a scented mulberry from ripened dryland harvests
with deep hungering yearns tangibly in its invite- bubbling red clumps
I squash and splash bloodied juiciness in merciless voracious spills

crushing in your segmented thoughts to unifying depths unto me
I intricately weave on the miscibly mingling patterns of our pools
in ambered drunken lemony honeying stirring in silken whirlpools

divine haze of a pulling in woody smoke slowly wholly immerses in
a sweet submitting surrender of a choking in irony- gushing in breaths
of holy liberating pyres in hymns & hues of sacred sung devouted vows

yesterday’s skinburnt dark patch lies lies as an extraneous speck of dust
in forgotten chapters of a benumbed history- its such involuntarily shed off
the thrown out shrivelling drying dirt in a peeled sudden stripping moment..
only to expose a painfully alive naked beauty of an inner rosaceous eternity
fully vulnerable to your striking in beautifully assaulting airs that I breathe in..

twilightic violins strum in delicate eclectic strings of a falling in timeless time
a rush of rioting memories and dreams align as parading in fruition figments
both as roaring in magnetic pournami night’s heightened tides, and as the
aching silence of erratically trembling musical lips mirroring in erotic glaziness

this gripping war wrangling in never-ending sagas of a mystifying beautiful chaos
bleeds a battlefield full of ambushing ambiguities arrowing on our deities incarnate
surviving any putrid grounds of cloning cynical duplicities, our pitted avatars arise


as an alloying Pachaloha Pratimaa agelessly ardently in worship to a deep bluish
throated Neelakanta Monolith out of this mountainously attained Mahima