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~You are The Kanchenjunga of Love
“…. and then still up to the summit of Kangchenjunga, now so pure and ethereal we can scarcely believe it is part of the solid earth on which we stand; and so high it seems part of the very sky itself." ~ The Epic of Mount Everest, 1926, by Sir Francis Younghusband
…. the conflicting
duality goes on & on..
what remains ultimate
is the ‘love’
in Kanchenjunga heights
but, in a deeply digging
earthen sedimentation
1.
‘feels like
a puristic
tragicomedy
or even better
a
classical
comitragedy
the daily nonrosy doses
of clumsily clubbing bits
yet a sudden wholesome
linger, this
lifelike flavour
as it mystically
slowtrickles down
an absolute essence
from what one thinks
various miscellaneous
and, with an
unmoving n underlying
heavily yet 'basic'ally
breathing accent
of an unflashy
fragrance & silence
damn nonfictional
this unconditional
foundation
'love' sedimentation’
but then.. reversing back to the primeval origins.. where when.. seemingly the violence precedes silence.
the forest wilderness roams free as a preluding basis for the riverine civilisations..
& the sensual nakedness of the so explicit corporeal tangible manifests of this.. so to be in decaying bodies .. have been the glittering parade, a forefront facade & a luscious hunt .. as if unknown to the deeply digging ethereal intangibles of the (sub)consciousness lotus blooms..
2.
‘ the nanopartic-ling tangibles
from the overnight burnt fuel
of our rubbing hard frictions-
in a holy amorphous sootiness
& greasy black kohling carbon
I wear all over as vermilion..
filling over the porous craters
as third eye bindi.. vaulting
as an antihypnotic Trishul
over the owlish stares of
your rollout eyes in an agenda
of a serial slavish spree..
the other tangibl-ing things-
a bloodied body swollen as
ballooning blood sucking tick
of a twisted psychotic
pestilence.. from the nearby
roguish origins that’s divided
already in pathetic nuclears.
. i smash
& splatter their bugging vesicles
in an endless appetite of a serial
killer instinct .. as if a natural act
in their weeded cleansing .. an
ethical? rinse in a minded
violence
& then
those abruptly eruptive
heady mounds of a half pinkish
swirling whirlpool crop of blood-
the sultry pimples - popping out bold
in an unnerving bit yet bearing
an immense sexual overtone.. over
the paling
cheeks & the sharpening jawlines ..
I wait not .. to squeeze them out
unto an emptied out open sac
yet
what lingers
in an eternal
remain
just a measure
of each breath
that signifies
quantum held
sacred cosmos
in within .. in a
full fulfilling feel
you . yes you
a mystic soul
Published 7th Feb 2025
Author's Note
just a scribbble that’s been waiting to let out .. a chaos spelt out.. a clarity comes across or not, leave to a polite reader in. you, dear du , light love xx
Bit of part 1 in this - had been taken from my Fb posted poem some years ago xx
Pic: Kanchenjunga Peak . Third highest peak in the world.
Bit of part 1 in this - had been taken from my Fb posted poem some years ago xx
Pic: Kanchenjunga Peak . Third highest peak in the world.
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7th Feb 2025 5:34pm
A descriptive, vibrant imagery you've created Uma. Well said and wonderfully executed.
7th Feb 2025 9:42pm
Brilliantly written, Uma. Stellar imagery, my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Damian
7th Feb 2025 10:29pm
This was thick with interpretive meaning, my friend. It enables the reader to connect on a person level. I felt like I was climbing, then descending the summit of your experience. xo
7th Feb 2025 10:58pm
