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of tulips, thaandavam & twitters: threshold kinetics for their exquisitely eruptive occurrence
midnight holograms
in no random thriller fluctuations..
their monotonous repetitions in clinical
colour strikes of limited and unshuffling
hues
…and those
merely puppeting background score in predictable
metered ~śruti, swaram, rāgam,taalam~ of
a con cameo instrumental playing hard
all in a gloriously boring disparaging rote, irony
of the thriving rotten systems under eyewashing lenses
in 'no-scan' of scandalous syllabi leaks within manipulated histories
these nepotistic politicking gorillas faking as moral ‘gurus’
seeps not
the clayey curvaceous
artistry in melancholic cracken
edges, their staining pain incisions
& its scarring damages
unlike
the seeking likening monastery
in hauntingly cooing doves
of the silhouetted twilights, scissoring
in mass-crickety chorus shrilly
stridulations,
openheartedly
slay your force-fed models
of 'paid packaged dungeoned' nights
& highly suffocating sun-screened
days
into instant shrivelling bits & piecing dusts
from your own inner rifling gamut of lethalities
in a monsoonal deepavali 's potassic burnkills
uproots your nakedly flauting
egoistical weedy gluttony
whilst
the Ambrosia of Nature core ...their
functional rhizomes to moonlight
blooms
within~between each swording
crescents to beheaded halvings..
the kniving in sharp precising tips
enter as supple painpleasure spots
over ripening Amygdala skins
keys in (anti/)clockwise shears
spurting out an untouched
blood fountainhead
in fluorescing bubblebursts
of capillary crying pearls
roll out as shoreless
Pralayam streams
until
the crackling deserted desiccated frame
crumbles to smoky ashen dusts
… new(now)ness, you(r)
jolting electric kiss
in your clutching sparkplug touch
in no finishing
mesmerisations
your Nature ..in an
impromptu presence-
more than pertinence, is
a breath, a need-
----killbirths
each ‘now’ in a tenseless
creative destruction, my
Shiva
Published 17th Oct 2019
| Edited 21st Oct 2019
Author's Note
came out of nowhere...inspired by Love, You Rob, Eternity of Faith, Corruption & Politics of an Existential World, Spiritual Depths of Creative Destruction...
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Anonymous
17th Oct 2019 9:38am
Do you know, this is my first home in this town where the window doesn't afford views of any mountain or hills? And yet, whenever I open my eyes, I perceive all the beauty offered by nature. Guessing it would be enlightening to spend an hour inside your mind. English isn't even your first language. Astounds me. Private language, private places, private enraptures. Love me xxx
17th Oct 2019 11:06am
17th Oct 2019 1:16pm
I cannot pick only three people I would wish to meet for Layla's thread because there are more than three; however, you would most definitely be in the top three - over tea and Indian cuisine - your mind an ancient library gifted to me to read. I Love it.
17th Oct 2019 11:04pm
21st Oct 2019 8:17pm
