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~a march(-ing) red..
..in a high noonish-dusk dramatics..
in a thin-line hybridised cusp… of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a naturalistically spaced
unpredictability.. & as if each an episode
of its own veering in patterning wave ..
in a slow sluggish start up to a fully blown
soaring in - wholly levering a mind-blowingly
choking in accelerational plugging passions
..in a lubricational lush with a igniting series
of an orgasmically crackling crunchy crumples
of a rough & tough darkened handsomely spread
out sizzling hot n black tar roads jn such an openly
gripping fidelity relationship.. that dashes
in as sparking frictional fire rubbing hard the
awaiting cracken senses.. to a raining down
clamorous petrichor, a wanton chaos.. that
then only namesakely deadens to a small
nothingness pace for a blinking winky second..
to end up in yet another crushing beginning
of an episode so heavenly endlessly dope
the namaz type of ghazalized musical rendering
aired in some nearby gathering.. keeps on & on in
a nonstop spiritedly pitched sonorously magnetic
in touching peaks..
the fourish yellowy sunshine.. showers in a
generously drenching golden rain over the papery
crisp scarlet bougainvilleas in a waving lightness
over the compounded walls.. that bear the cosmic
clarified slender minds of the pinnate gooseberries
..to the exotic aroma of the very indigenous red
sandalwoods.. to the sacred ₹ silently stood
monumental cannonballs .. the Nagalingam trees
touching heaven in their robust altitudes & an
outlandish fragrant inflorescence as Shiva’s lingam
.. to the nearby mellows browning teakwooden
gigantisms.. to those summoning shapely sturdy
pillared arabian bottle palm as meditating one
legged yogic rishi for eons …
from the chirpy little silken sunbirds to the statued
cranes to the parroty talking paired up bulbul
passiformes in crowning tops.. to the ever weirdly
singularly found ever .. the pitch black drongos
with their two- way diversing divisive irony of their
tail plumes .. lost sweetly in their solitary reaping
eternities.. effortlessly perched as an rarity edgy
modernistic piece of an almost immovable.. yet
as a lithely swinging risky piece of a living art in
motion... over the dangerously running blackly
pencilled silhouetted lines of the electric wires
that’s in relay from each high watt transformers..
& i hang in here in a golden glassy nacreous
chrysalid cocoon temple … of this an agelessly
fiery soulbird flame inner.. in frothy dripping
succulent layers of an illumine nakedness skin..
of a seductress in a duskiness.. lightningly in
winking spree.. of naughtiness shades .. calling
you, yes just you…, in
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