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Audeamus~ Sanctuary Of Dreams & Love... Marring The Monotony of Days & Nights
the stringy~ stricken jaded &
faded lights of today’s dawn
is further in the paling strides-
the reds of the tile right in the
front yards, of house nearby
are in the poorest anaemic pallor
of a screaming lifelessness-
[-the cherubic talkative sparrows
are in the vanishing.. to a distant
nowhere of rude fatherless lands..
those many tiny
here & there mushrooming offsprings
are in an abruptive silence- of mass
burials.. in these heartless junkyards
full of hardened or filmy light scattery
still stoic~ smothering bits of synthetic
polymers in suffocating covers over her
freely breathing earthen skins..
the nights...
mysteriously come with n-hidden riders
of the lusciously silken & winking wet
darkly viscous stirring folds & pools
of voluptuousness..
their luminous windows
of- purplish & peachy complexions, are
the symbolic derivings from the clocking
daily- the indigosh blues & vermilion suns
in corrected thresholds of some diluted
undoubting moderations
..now cast themselves
in just simplistic pastel touch-ups... to the focussing
eyes of floodlights- those at releasing ease surpasses
& goes well beyond the looming veils of cryptic darkness
blanket~ nights..
& survives furthermore..
defeating the inevitably forthcoming dried up toxic
dawns of harmoneless inorganics... (a)mounting to
the now virally gone pathetically pathogenic
lockdown syndrome..
the lonely cuckoo..
atop burning branchlets of the dying trees
in fuming rages of a reddening incandescence
over the cursed mountains.. sings for once its
classical melancholy.. to the no one
audience]
yet but, the hope
as heavens of petrichoric~ instilled peacockish
minds of the lastly forests… boom in loony tilting
sways- their flexing swannecks & the ushering
sudden umbrellaic feathery locks in an unfurling
canvas of a Ravi Varman’s epic, comes
magically alive..
..in both
the (k)nightly elegiac blues & the oriental
bleeding skies of drippy dawns in still (un)cut
fleshy umbilical strings in frequencies of the
cosmic womb, chanting the sacred
om~ aum
there are no more, even
the hints of, greyly gathering clouded tints.. of
either an ever in occurence.. the ill~ fated twilights
of stubbornly undissolving yearns with a blinding
fogginess~ a thickly minded smoggy haze ..or the
borderlessly in an eating battle, the choking
avalanche of heavily fallen lumpy
heartburns..
a newly formative universe
in colours of love & dreams... ..a mini~ teaser preview
runs now in bright emerald lakelike of a created Colombian
Guatape peninsulars... stitching closely together the very
forgotten non-fictitious islands back to the One
awaiting Earth again..
#55 #ERULGCT
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