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The Soultopian Love... of our 'Amirtham' raining~ butterflying, a solid alchemy
https://youtu.be/N9xyTmVqIIc
your eyes are papery black carbonaceous conical Cuillin Scot mountains
in an immersive inversion… wet slithery shimmery eel multidimensional
projectiles in the nightish dewy running collective tears pulling my rubble
bridges in many a needful stringy concrete chalazal suspensions…
& by the scorchy summer day… erects as amazingly rugged transitions...
a rocky~ scarred ageless warrior... in but fine sugar sprinkled dispositions...
of an ever~ invitational... a globular 'kaala jamun' dome, a dry dessert
delicatessen in the endless giving... of your gathering 'Amirtham'
elixirs
the leeward side of them all...
(neither you nor me... nothing exists?
it’s in such sudden mood changes...
..their thickety fogginess
almost gruesomely adamantine
with a surreal blanketing
a shaded hilly weather’s
enshrouding drowsiness
at sickening heights... greyey
patches of cloudy gloominess
grips in migraine & nauseates
often the yellowy bile bitters)
such dramatic
& uncharacteristic
of you & me
is this dystopian
robotic nation
(even the May suns
are in the brutal expelling
for their only keepsakes
are the very synthetic
turfs.. glass houses of
whimsical manipulative
antics... & the fantasies of a
hysterical fanatic reign as
the laws of an unnatural day...
their flourishing sadisms
seed venoms of vendetta
politics as the apparatus
serpent tongues in a pathetic
un~ moulting hypocrisies of
traitorous manoeuvres...)
they still cannot comprehend
or feel our rains… neither can they
recreate nor roughly replicate
those .. in such gushing
geosmin emanating alchemy
of you & me... of Love
our moist & humus laden
humming clayey soils in
viscous smooth stirrings of our
seeded solid conceptions...
are never in a burial
..even in their desiccating
brutal inhabitable terrains
burning to ashen graveyard
mounds of a no-man’s-land...
..our brittle mortal skeletal
remnants in the vanishing..
hold & breathe still
the invisible quintessence
of Love absolute
their manufacturing corporatism
in some copycat masterminded dumping...
(of no
'intrinsic purity & genuineness'-
-those that’s forever souling in
singularity ingredient'... as the
undeconstructionable
mystic... & that seems a sequencing
randomness of undecodable
blabbers & scribble scripts
of our versing destiny...)
…could never ever feel us
if not to know a bit even
#35 #ERULGCT
your eyes are papery black carbonaceous conical Cuillin Scot mountains
in an immersive inversion… wet slithery shimmery eel multidimensional
projectiles in the nightish dewy running collective tears pulling my rubble
bridges in many a needful stringy concrete chalazal suspensions…
& by the scorchy summer day… erects as amazingly rugged transitions...
a rocky~ scarred ageless warrior... in but fine sugar sprinkled dispositions...
of an ever~ invitational... a globular 'kaala jamun' dome, a dry dessert
delicatessen in the endless giving... of your gathering 'Amirtham'
elixirs
the leeward side of them all...
(neither you nor me... nothing exists?
it’s in such sudden mood changes...
..their thickety fogginess
almost gruesomely adamantine
with a surreal blanketing
a shaded hilly weather’s
enshrouding drowsiness
at sickening heights... greyey
patches of cloudy gloominess
grips in migraine & nauseates
often the yellowy bile bitters)
such dramatic
& uncharacteristic
of you & me
is this dystopian
robotic nation
(even the May suns
are in the brutal expelling
for their only keepsakes
are the very synthetic
turfs.. glass houses of
whimsical manipulative
antics... & the fantasies of a
hysterical fanatic reign as
the laws of an unnatural day...
their flourishing sadisms
seed venoms of vendetta
politics as the apparatus
serpent tongues in a pathetic
un~ moulting hypocrisies of
traitorous manoeuvres...)
they still cannot comprehend
or feel our rains… neither can they
recreate nor roughly replicate
those .. in such gushing
geosmin emanating alchemy
of you & me... of Love
our moist & humus laden
humming clayey soils in
viscous smooth stirrings of our
seeded solid conceptions...
are never in a burial
..even in their desiccating
brutal inhabitable terrains
burning to ashen graveyard
mounds of a no-man’s-land...
..our brittle mortal skeletal
remnants in the vanishing..
hold & breathe still
the invisible quintessence
of Love absolute
their manufacturing corporatism
in some copycat masterminded dumping...
(of no
'intrinsic purity & genuineness'-
-those that’s forever souling in
singularity ingredient'... as the
undeconstructionable
mystic... & that seems a sequencing
randomness of undecodable
blabbers & scribble scripts
of our versing destiny...)
…could never ever feel us
if not to know a bit even
#35 #ERULGCT
Published 18th May 2020
Author's Note
#35 #ERULGCT.. just a try of a dark dystopian world.. that shall be rewritten as~of~for Light & Love.. its divine alchemy. nothing more nothing less. you know. Love you Robonoid. LOe you All DU xx
*'Amirtham' ~ is a Tamil word transliteration ..அமிர்தம்.. meaning heavenly Elixir/ Ambrosia
*'Kaala Jamun" is Hindi word transliteration..'काला जामुन" meaning the Black Gulab Jamun, an Indian Dessert
song link: a heavenly butterflyng orchestration of Love.. of Maestro Ilayaraja's 'Oh Butterfly Butterfly' number from Meera (1992, Tamil Movie)
pic: self. fusion of web images - Scottish Sligachan with the Black Cuillin Range.. & a Surreal Art of 'Butterfly Kiss'
*'Amirtham' ~ is a Tamil word transliteration ..அமிர்தம்.. meaning heavenly Elixir/ Ambrosia
*'Kaala Jamun" is Hindi word transliteration..'काला जामुन" meaning the Black Gulab Jamun, an Indian Dessert
song link: a heavenly butterflyng orchestration of Love.. of Maestro Ilayaraja's 'Oh Butterfly Butterfly' number from Meera (1992, Tamil Movie)
pic: self. fusion of web images - Scottish Sligachan with the Black Cuillin Range.. & a Surreal Art of 'Butterfly Kiss'
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18th May 2020 11:08pm
My world is always "dystopian", uma...like Cormac McCarthy's, The Road. Brilliant piece of poetry...the alliteration just flows like warm water.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
19th May 2020 3:20pm
Whoa! Uma with the purpose and persevered faith read out of Dead Sea scrolls.. from weathered time taught and tested truth
❤️🙏
❤️🙏
Anonymous
20th May 2020 9:03pm
There is something of the seer of your scribbles. Awed and adored. XX
24th May 2020 00:13am
