~Sky & Flesh Of Our Paarijaat Nights & Paramporul Nucleus, Is This Breathing Poetry:  Love (A RobUma Collab)

~Sky & Flesh Of Our Paarijaat Nights & Paramporul Nucleus, Is This Breathing Poetry: Love   (A RobUma Collab)

The moon’s perfect vowel  
Oozes luna(r)tic tides    
Across ripples of our lips  
Breath drifting from mouth –  
Shiuli tongues circle  
Paper windmill sails,  
Big ships can sink in birdbath  
& this is why, my love, our    
Universe is the size of diver’s lungs.  
 
lunging shrilly zilling tambourines  
of our trembling amphibian gills... breathe  
in the swelling tears of the unplucked  
diffusing ecstasy of the whites- of- night  
Arabian Jasmines... the aching airs  
filling & overflowing each breathe  
in an anthem of our boundlessly  
brewing fervours of this magical  
mesmerize- love...  
 
In raw winter months  
Every window pane has its own tree,  
Sun flowers creep as silhouettes of statues seizing our souls  
Hibernation is a river which fills with blood  
& foaming oceans longing for more.  
We dare to become ashes of a furious day  
Bone upon bone in skeletal silence.    
 
barebones of a silencing zen  
intensifies... in spite of the transpiring  
purgatory porosities  
of the lined-up hushing stomata  
in repetitive night chants...  
those eaten up yet holding wafery layers  
with cellulosic way maps  of serpentine leafy  
miners... lead to the lushly festivous greens  
of our endless estival syntheses    
 
 Astride ocean railings  
We are the margin walkers,  
Skulking over shingle stained  
By centuries of sea skull, lapping  
Flesh to organ to tendon:  
They made typewriter strings from whale plastic.  
They created the new world from the olde.  
 
the  ungone Olde World still reminisces  
in the flash~ lightning daggers… trembling  
the dark skies in weeping synereses  
& but seeds the wide-open eye whites  
in quartzy~ crystalline coalescing drizzle drops  
of our newness now – unguent  convalescing  
sky and flesh indifferentiable cohesions... from  
those dry dehiscent stranded spells  
of war-split famine regimes    
 
Upon the stereo, beyond crescentic bay  
Mother-of-pearl waters spring oyster open,  
Deep sea divers drive  
Wreckage around the bends.  
Whale song lures Sirens  
Inside their rocks.  
 
metamorphosing up above & across  
the cocooning evolutionary spacetimes..  
wombs abuzz with recital mantra frequencies..  
an  in-between half silence & half whispers.. are  
the hum~ om emergence- enthralling enormities  
as eternally paired fluttery flying saucers  
-the autumnal butterflies...  
 
undyingly circling our benthic churning    
ambrosial sanctums... until their each  
slow~ steady propeller move & winking wings  
connect.. as  spiralling prayer pathways- point  
unto a destined micro~ dotting containment  
to its inner sing(l)ing nucleus Samadhi  
-an ashen rising clouded densities  
of brittle brokenness scales dissipate  
as scripted nothingness dusts…  
 
In remains of Peragamum  
Lipstick ink sanctifies parchment,  
Born  
Still as prayer book in papyrus stream.  
Library lungs inhale sex & death  
Books final breath is never fatal.  
 
drippy tarry reading eye~ ridges  
of congregating sweatiness rows...  
flow as elevating temple towers-  
unto the brimming well of black  
tears... in a streaking smeary artistry  
rundown of kohling viscosities… with  
 a thickening hazy smokiness all round  
surround in an incensing~ inhaling  
holiness ambience  
 
-when the indelibly drawing parallel strokes  
of graffitied buckminsterfullerene solid inks  
verse forevermore with tinkling alphabetical  
facets over the now slashed down sudden  
broken walls & window sill from the storming  
in rains of an yellowish aging eve swept off  
abruptly to darkening horses of apocalypse  
 
..redhot bloodmoon fullness  
burns fierce the eerie spread  
darkness to enflaming effigies  
 -& the longanimity stars descend  
down as Paarijaat blooms-  
 evokes our lotusing limbic amygdala  
  - in furtherance a catalytic gluing  
of our dewy fresh lipping plumpness  
 in a sturdy mystical turgor… of our  
inquisitively webbing misty eyelands…  
to a torrential articulating silent align  
matriculation- unto the elemental  
depths of love- an indivisible enigma  
this our unitary atomic core- of  
Paramporul~ the God Particle  
 
 
Past pulses as broken metronome  
Syncopation of that which is ‘ere o’er true.  
No more slave to morgue’d memory  
Spit and spade for that grave.  
We live like this:  
The man, the woman  
Walking close to water  
Hanging poetry from piano string.  
 
 
The Eternal:  
Ladder in last orchard  
Creaking under creek of creation,  
Reaching for scalpel skies  
Lunging at the sun.  
Fruit will always rot  
Temples may burn  
Roads surrender  
To dust & decay:  
Only love survives.