from 02022020 a palindromical feb dawn~ the  मौला~maula & रूह~ruh, of love

    
  
   
   
something so laidback    
yet trying to leaf out itself    
in a coppery~reddish rimmed    
blood~filled heady    
nascence    
   
this wintry dawn    
   
   
stridulating    
crickets.. still shrill    
but in a lapsing~ singing    
‘hide & seek’.. the alternating    
on & off altercations in a final    
dissolution unto the bigger, the    
more becoming noisy, the    
hustle bustle of made-up    
urbanities, that which    
dares to stir    
   
the calming stillness of the eastern painting skies    
with an eastman motion pictures’ retro auburnish    
earthen hues.. as the morning express train chugs    
in a nostalgic bassy run with hi~pitched horns in its    
crowning    
   
bright feathery militarised roosters sharply compete with them    
smothering all of them with their pharaoh~ic  repitive cockracoo’s    
   
 its exactly when the street charm Sandy is out in its morning parade    
walk..  how a gentle showcasing in its measured steady jogging steps    
…& how majestic is its blood & breed, albeit homeless for years now…    
   
birds of the east sweeps in a westward spray of spreading harmony    
…& I breathe in the chilling virgin airs … its unclassified an eclectical    
fragrance pierces core..    
   
the lavishly lurking inner minded nightish greys    
puzzles for a moment .. over the miraging maya    
   
yet inevitably rinses & bathes in the drizzly sprinkling    
to the wholly swallowing in  icy waterfalling streams    
   
   
   
imagining now…    
‘why this miraculous mind of hearty depths & soulflame    
.. is clogged almost all times in a ...sludgy smogginess scum    
of a greyey miraging ..confabulating layers of an impossibly    
delusional nonsensical sewages of hardening times…    
   
and how do these saline~saponified cleansing nature    
bubbles..  to scourge & infiltrate into these excessive    
heated up radioactive greys ...stuck as hard stalagmitic    
bauxite ores .. pouring in as lashing out rains over these    
accumulative dirt & doubts .. only    
   
to dissociate & selectively lobotomize    
these gregariously harddark stringencies    
of the cementing graveyard greys…    
   
and.. ahh.  there floats out a fluidic    
freely skiing & paragliding blue mind skies    
that rearranges in newly marrying visions    
of the ‘ever-crumbling’ ‘zones’    
   
   
   
   
tic tac floral hair clips    
 of a butterflying lil girl    
   
(left aligned in some    
disciplined geometrical ‘kolams’    
spaced in astounding similitudes    
of diagonal or any axial amplitude    
… of a farmer's  skilled hands’ in golden    
draws, a lightning fast transplanted    
wetland rice crop seedlings... raise up    
in sky~ticking greens of erected    
optimisms amidst the miry clays    
deeply kneading to its killer depths    
in those kneelength stagnated waters    
rich in itchy leafhoppers & uncensoredly    
wriggling greenish snakes... leaving    
mysterious Venn~diagrammed    
vanishing ripples ...in their    
momentary jet stream clues)    
   
in an all-ta(l)king open mindset    
..ready to take off the flights    
of a goosepimpilicious mind in    
song …exalts as the flight is in    
the taking off ..in an all set runway,    
gliding aesthetically to atheletically      
smooth... in a steady warm up run    
in an embed eagle’s vision    
   
   
   
the morning newspaper man    
shouts at his rage.. for delaying    
his last month’s payment.. his fiery    
pitch raises evenmore.. from the    
burst of my impulsive responses    
...but all I see in the innerness    
are our subliming souls in silence    
within the daily ugly fighting rigours    
of an existential paradigm.. that    
still envelopes the achingly tiny    
tender miracle droplets..    
making the absolute whole    
super~enveloping all & nil    
   
   
   
"a calmly filling in perennial dam      
is this knowing mindeye vessel    
with the undyingly holy smoking    
smouldering embers.. glowing    
fire in its ‘feeling’ thirdeye core    
of its earthen molten depths"    
   
   
knows feels  now each now    
that, ’love’ is a labouring verb in its each stepping act  ..in its    
flowing motion.. serially lights up from a spark ..to a crackling    
fire in fiery burning acoustics.. rising up in its anti-gravitational    
levitations.. non-settling to a finitely climaxing rock~bottom    
..but more in the ever step-up relay pathway of a    
   
   
'..in the loving you’  kinetical momentum liberation    
that holds the potential ‘love’, perhaps as a nation