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~the (un)imagining
amidst the sumptuous
feeding in impending glooms..
trying hard.. to swim against
these blackly enshrouding
opacity clouds.. choking
in noxiousnes..
how foolishly dare-devilish
to act against a devil itself ..
(or is it the destined divinity..)
this mere pure a defying act
of i m a g i n i n g .. yes
(literally reads as if an ‘unageing’)
a rebellion.. a religion
this
imagining..
in the imagining..
the rainy droplets
of a mirroring you
over my matte skins
of a duskiness..
still, trying & pulling this self hard..
from a heavy settling in death
that’s voraciously eating me up
still am imagining..
splashing liquescence… over
my acute shrinking skins
& brusquely dulling senses..
to a wetting renewal ..from your
divine dewy triggers , the
impulses.. you evoke..
still in the imagining..
yet trying hard
to be creating or better be said
a recreating.. the rising responses
of a hormonal to neural to whatever
sparking mix of dimensional bursts ..
in a bloom of the sensualising Mimosas..
those touch-me-nots dancing naked
to the serially causative
an infectiously sweeping sudden
wave of goose-pimply shyness..
abrading hard to be in a gigantic
vacuuming zing of a swallowing
inner pull.. wholly taking you in
as holy butterflying
a majestic lightness of an eternity..
you flutter inner my craving vessels
of an undated hardening, from
so long an untouched.. to
be in the benumbed
fasting.. or dying?..
now
breaking out their silences
in your sacred spelled name..
the fuelling mantra
...intoxicatingly sounds
in such unheard accents
of a lubricated huskiness
of a trumpeting purple musical
flower, this Datura metel screams
aloud dripping its blood of milkiness
as the unabashedly offered essence..
to the Cosmic Serpent, the Naga
of our intertwining divine cobras
in a divine arousal.. an
enlightenment
condensing the venoms
of our safeguarding.. as
the blood red ruby jewel
in a die-hard conception
of a solidly eternal
a lighted l o v e
[& now you know..
still (NOT) in the imagining..
when glows flows this love
as an elevated calling ease
of a miraculous poetic flexing ..
in a free-falling align..
an enigmatic fluidic~ plasmic
in the flowing~ twinkling
oceanic starry cosmos
truthful infinity..
youme]
Published 25th Apr 2025
| Edited 26th Apr 2025
Author's Note
Napo #26
sad the ticking clock.. making feel breathe death.. & its choking self to wordless death.. poetry hardly flows in such glooms.. but yes, the only truth of Love .. makes the flexing poetic flow possible in any impossibility.. Love you xx💗
sad the ticking clock.. making feel breathe death.. & its choking self to wordless death.. poetry hardly flows in such glooms.. but yes, the only truth of Love .. makes the flexing poetic flow possible in any impossibility.. Love you xx💗
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26th Apr 2025 10:40am
A wonderful & transpiring piece of poetry. Well done here Uma. Your words & wisdom are like no other..xo
26th Apr 2025 12:46pm
Gratitudes dear Keith.. its all the mutual inspirations & love & support like how you shower selfless n passionately ever, that needfully waters our souls.. if there is no du too, let our souls flower ev in poetry n truth . Light love ev XO
