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(poikilo~pieces of timeless reminiscences.. &) Peace Is Our Love~ A Kashmiri 'Shikara' In Pristine Dal Lakes
1.
moon is an emotion
schoolgirl~ishly
put-in-place plainly
unlacquered
square nails.. still
now in beaming
blocks..
(as I see them... raised straight
to these curious eyeline visions
literally staring... a page from serious physics
simultaneously in a metaphysical trance of...
as if an unclassified lostness~ to a birthing
revelation…. from their mingled ‘third eye’s
deep drowning depths I do as I do..
an irrevocably default status quo...
how trimmed outright..
upto their tipping hyponychial interface..
that juz reveals a thickly invitational... an
indulgence of a succulence limelight, in
lustly~ eyeing rampwalk.. over the navel~ hip
whirpooling zones .. to further downsouth…
a religiously voyeuristic ‘pilgrimage’, this
daily ritualistic traverse
of the calling inner..
... with highlighted lighthouse
towers of small moonish lunulas
showing up their domed observatory
discs.. to the pinkish inking nails, syncing
with yesterday’s superpink moon.. smoky
siren hot & bulging voluptuous in their
emphatic an all~ announcing bugle call
of the highly made visible, the lighted
open skies holding them ..in their freely
floatative yet an immersive traverse...
...an unconditionally~ tight bondage)
2.
~ of the mystical geometries
the permamarker~ed
in thick dark browns..
the palmistry lines....
(joined by the left & right palming
hands in a hinged booklet of a bulk
epic’s centre page.. is what is opened
as the sacred texts on which the lotus
eyes awaken soft.. imbibe the larger
purpose in each detail in lights.. as the
invisible cosmic secrets read out to
these petallous eyes..)
& each time they join hand .. they map as a
timeless boat SHIKARA in perennial waters
of Love..
3.
fossilized within your resinous shellac, this undying heart inside~
okay. the flip side?
the so~ trivilaities..
no. not. never...
whatever the irony...
or not, digging them
back automode... &
often...
(that fantaish plastic bowl still crisp & new...
in holds of a bubbly pink powdered aromatic
facial pack… & those husky~melody laden
cassette reels with luscious magnetic tapes...
darkly reflective live endless earthen worms
wriggling of magic, full of Maestro’s music…
upping this simplistic heart to micronized
goosepimply explosions.. to the core of..)
4.
this universal~ cinema, pin(e)s on hope hope & -------
'Shikara', a Kashmiri Refugee
film with real casts, the struggling
protagonist for 28 years now...
does this... cries out his soul
in cellulosic typewritten fonts
like heartbeat pearls in dense
liquefying blotted drips ..of
hitting hard salt missives..the
uproarious lachrymal hightides
as he, the hunted, says.. "who can’t hope
anymore… has to pin it on miracle…”
I see you … the melancholic you.. like me
5.
the child whose eyes... were melancholy
on the verge of anytime breakdown...
these puffy eyes of a child, plain &
seasalt sprinkled tsunamic tides
to lash out on those blackened big
newmoons held.. sits saintly in her
mom’s lap, who's a blooming young
kohl~eyed beauty.. pregnant with
my lil brother to be.. the chirpy
ever them duo, touchwood!
6.
the beckoning text..
‘Jeeva Brahmaygya Vendanta Rahasyam'
the seer’s epic writtens.. the sacred
text.. amongst the bundled up
biggies of poetry prosaic more..
is in the calling ever.. deeper
inner it.. it's Love, the You.
the Us.
7.
pooling aquamarine tears..
serene & coralline, a stillness
abyss, that breathes & drinks
in colostrum & milks of earth,
icy blue "Shiv~Ling" artics over
the humbley ticking nictitaing
membrane.. to keep the eyes
agelessly sleepless..
8.
…….. . .
9.
our singing poem verses evermore...
(all over its little mounds of redblood clots
in an allure manifests.. to your wilderness
beasts taking in as chronicling instalments of
infinite births .. or finishing "now” in ‘one~go'
liberation… only to grow in you...)
as 'ghazal' love couplets…
tastes its each eyeing gazelle
in the grazing.. in an intimate
overlappance of its tonguing
“courier” assasin fonts…
over the mystical mermaids~
the angelic silverfishy bitten
golden honeyed sepia pages..
firelit in eternity glowworms'
bioluminescing~ amberine
lanterns~
#9 ERULGCT
Published 9th Apr 2020
Author's Note
#9 #ERULGCT. aww & awwe its superlate birthing this poem so stuck in the tip of pen in a mesmerize.. & yearning to pour out.. hope it is now.. & comes across. juz a blabberation in "courier" font's magical nostalgics.. down the timeless lane .. of birth, growing up.. all in ~of~for Love.. the draining in Oceanic Liberating Love. You Know, Robonoid. Its All You. Love Ev xx:)
"SHIKARA" is a Kashmiri ~ Hindi word of Persian Origin, meaning the special lightwooden lifeline boathouses in the Dal lake & so.. of snowclad Kashmir ..
pic: is from the 2020 Hindi flick, of the same title, "SHIKARA"
"SHIKARA" is a Kashmiri ~ Hindi word of Persian Origin, meaning the special lightwooden lifeline boathouses in the Dal lake & so.. of snowclad Kashmir ..
pic: is from the 2020 Hindi flick, of the same title, "SHIKARA"
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9th Apr 2020 4:11pm
9th Apr 2020 4:21pm
Far out uma. Number 8 was my favorite.
This flowed like dream of watery stars.
hugs,
buddhakitty
This flowed like dream of watery stars.
hugs,
buddhakitty
9th Apr 2020 6:12pm
Did you know sea otters (not ducks!) sleep holding hands to stop drifting apart? ;) Much and then some much more to glean from your other-wordly scrolls. Doo Dah XX
9th Apr 2020 6:13pm
The magnification of details in sections 1-3 is enthralling, it's intimacy immediately seizes the heart in it's grasp and stills it, so that it's muddied waters may clear and the pure images begin to come across. In sections 4 and 5, you draw your beloved into this sphere of intimacy with a beautiful, emotive voice of depth and profundity. The parenthetical stanza in section 9 seems a startling revelation of the ascendancy of love, pure and true love, that lifts us to the highest vibrations, where compassion removes the veil and we see that we are one. The final stanza is breathtaking, mystical and yet intensely intimate in it's details. You're amazing Uma. 💖🙏🏻
9th Apr 2020 8:17pm
to have this series, from both of you, on paper book form that can be taken somewhere outside this fabricated schoolteachered exist, to read, lavish and savor over, i would pay, do anything for.
10th Apr 2020 2:10am
This Odysseus of heart...it is a wonder of words, gestures, great endurance of passion that reckons with force what exists outside of it.
I kept feeling a sense of being drawn in by the beauty found in mathematic principals, string theory, thrown into the abstract art of thinking by the likes of Einstein.....oddly enough.
I guess in the sense that though I cannot fathom it, I believe by the givers assurity and utter faith in it...that I more than believe it, but feel it's truth.
Ever 💛
Jen
I kept feeling a sense of being drawn in by the beauty found in mathematic principals, string theory, thrown into the abstract art of thinking by the likes of Einstein.....oddly enough.
I guess in the sense that though I cannot fathom it, I believe by the givers assurity and utter faith in it...that I more than believe it, but feel it's truth.
Ever 💛
Jen
22nd Apr 2020 6:59am
