c o n s u m m a t i on

       
     
       
       
after the    
last rite    
tonight        
now its  
time to  
lie down  
quietly
on the  
aqueous bed  
of molten stars  
        
you will sparkle    
spikes of ether        
from underneath    
the thin veil        
of fragile    
coyness        
 
standing    
beneath    
i will    
beam        
in    
cease    
less    
wonder    
ment    
 
as    
the    
earth    
does
   
looking      
at the    
azure sky    
from the      
womb of    
the ocean        
     
           
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
note: translation of the first poem i had written        
      almost 14 years back in my native language.:)