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an uninterceptibly raining series of intertwining events~ in our eventual eventide
1.
பாரம்~ Pāram~ the burden
aching nights of a submarine head in
an overdosed heaviness.. sinks in a revolving
dizziness.. its stiffening neck joints feel as
if in a sudden surreal evolutionary protuberance
of animalistic antelope horns branching until
a never eloping undreamy skies staring
blankly wide…
2.
தீர்த்தம்~ Theertham~ Holy Water
the logjam firelog eyes dips benthic in a ritualistic
cleansing cries of the dawn.. a tsunamic sprawling
red ants bitten pain over the shaky tectonics.. as
your sacred Ganges enters as a deephit nostril drop
to bloom~ awaken this shrunken mind lotus.. that
drowns thrice to rinse off those bazaary~ noisy
gheraoed sludgy adherences... to the silence of your
draining ocean… rises as a a flapping hard albatross
gliding smooth midairs... in crosscontinental migrations
..to a micro~ landing as a simplistic native sunbird
in all the singing high melodious rains .. unfurls its
wettened metallic iridescences, in your magnetic
cadence...
3.
உஷ்ணம்- Uṣṇam~ The Heat
..the collective heat in incremental stride.. this
peaking summer... liquesces as droplet condensate
in inversion... the ironical ‘gravitating” fire sparklet
falls off in a phasal~ emotional kaleidoscopic mixup
..of a happening~ reminiscing pain~ memories..
to our sublimities, an experiencing transcendence
of an heightened expression In stratified layers
& levels... a lofty Greek Meteora sedimentary
rock raised above all.. echoing our primal beats
& intricate engraved nuances as it's Thessaly’s
Theopetera caves.. as eternal landmark.. excavates
our archeological selves through the n-renewing
evolutionary births.. serendipitous solitude of
monks we become .. at such skying altitudes
of our monasteries... in indelible frescos
of our spinneret planets to painted peacocks
to seraphim chariots...
4.
கோடைக்கால அந்தி மழை~ Kōṭaikkāla Andhi Maḻai~
summerrain twilight ..
in a rushing silence, gushes these Cherrapunji rains.. in
this invisibly switching magical hour.. a maya-tic ascendance
descends to an untraceable nowhere... this my longing
earth have drunken in the each droplet of your raining
dewy ambrosia .. to an unquenchingly quenching
instalment of this enigmatic turgid now..
5.
மாய வவ்வால்கள்~ Māya Vavvālkaḷ ~
the illusory bats
crisscrossing bats of the clouded mysterious
nights... in blindingly dashing shallow flights...
glide fast to hazy distant sights... vanishing
in a seamless mergence with the darkness...
their streaked pathways still are indelible
in these eyes, reveal geometries... of what?
a matricing >now & beyondness<.. ready~ reels
crystallic zeal in our one fusional sun fireeye
vibing as cosmical~ atomic lanterning lattices
♾...
முடிவில்லா இப்பொழுது~ Muṭivillā Ippoḻutu~
the endless ‘now’
this .. whatever this is .. is not yet over.. this
'now', in all its needling in pains & hitting
ecstasy, grips in a deep feltness & marr(y)ing
realizations... a beautiful chaos.. in each bend
& sway of this flexing slender reed... bearing
dense milking panicle.. graining hard a soul
crop.. all in the needy drizzly slants of your
landly touching droplet rains.. each of you seep
inner me as whole.. mirroring infinite us, the
holy seeded core...
#22 ERULGCT
Published 25th Apr 2020
Author's Note
#22 #ERULGCT .. another transcendental stream.. a trancing flow of us in all elemental forms.. as Love .. soulblabberations of our soulful chaos.. feels time & n-births only elucidatingly emphasize & drain towrads the spacetime~ less eternity .. you know. Love you Robonoid.. Love you all DU xx
-some Tamil words used in subtitles
-pic: web, christy lee rogers art
-some Tamil words used in subtitles
-pic: web, christy lee rogers art
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25th Apr 2020 10:29am
You need to be published Uma.
Everything you write i feel it has some kind of unexplainable force from above.
It just stumps me where this kind of magnificence comes from. Amazing talent.
Everything you write i feel it has some kind of unexplainable force from above.
It just stumps me where this kind of magnificence comes from. Amazing talent.
25th Apr 2020 3:04pm
I am surrounded by images ... the works of Klint. Of mouths telling stories and holding in their hands evidence of an anthropological transcendence, finding beauty and crime in its chaos.
You make me think and recall artists I have been awed by
In love with your soul and it's print uma
💜
You make me think and recall artists I have been awed by
In love with your soul and it's print uma
💜
26th Apr 2020 11:26pm
You're a divine wind Uma. Spiritually energetic vibrancy, deeply dowsed depths of augury, purely elemental force.
30th Apr 2020 1:37am
