I have a strange connection with the explosions of emotion. Almost like blueberries erupting amidst the chaos. Paintings cracking.Mirrors and silhouettes chanting the holy Ramayana and feathers of frolic rivers wrapping my bare skin. My “mudras” define my heavy incantations entwined in red and white prayers. It’s the cascading of dead screams on my blue-lipped language of Gods.
I swim in the melancholy of blues and black that guides my further footsteps. It’s all decided. My movements quick as a white furry rabbit and often stagnant.
It’s a pattern that hangs from my loose neck floating till the horizons of sunsets and a pause that declares my feminity. I offer my body to the Gods.
This whirlpool of eye winking throbs my heart and seduces my inner self to the pits of unseen footpaths.
I step forward and pick up the fresh lotus, the rain. I summon the entire Universe and romance with the hails. The broken emotion clings to my soul like a
studded canopy of colourful beads. All dropping to the floor, one by one.
The process of collection fascinates me too. It’s a real magic what my eyes speak or what my hands perform. Ribbons climbing my bosom to perform the beauty of the Himalayas. My salutations defining the love for nature. I become poetry almost, in patterns and sterling formations. I evolve with my flow of Bharatnatyam steps, it is divine. I speak to the unseen presence.Hallucinations run down my spine in reverberating roots of silence. Catharsis needs no flow of medium, it happens naturally. Ultimately.
Hold me like soft sand and poetry shimmering inside our luminous body. With neutrons clinging. Alphabets dancing. Hold me in the ebb of your turbid arch of bones that wraps my skin against your beard. I see my sagging breasts colliding your face, erupting cocktails and exotic dreams. I hear crickets churning my stomach. I, ingest my fears and swallow my dewy rainbows where you circle my lips with moist conversations of love.I place my frizzy coconutty hair on your chest and you knit a dreamland back and forth.I swallow your caricature and drink it like a cupid or something even more divine. Sinking beneath your foot I douse my fingers with painted doses of smile and hopes. A forehead of sunsets and mosaic, I chew my crisp quixotic air till I am floating like wax. This is how I worship your transparent shoulders, your utopian breath, little murmurs. Loops and magnets of lipids and liquid dreams. A grasshopper marks my mouth with your rosewater incensed air. Here, a collision occurs. Occult.
Fill the cacophonous rhythm of my mirrored-eye
with the cosmos and nightlight
entwined with grapevine of smiles,
A complexion of you, a shadow.
The craters enjoy the stratospheric
reds, greens, million of boomings.
I worship, with visual feathers,
burgeon smells, intoxication.
The deep smell of my pores
pronounce your name,
multiplying in the furtive eminence.
Then, the thunders dance
smearing lipstick of love,
coughing the dirt of abstruse corners
conquering the walls of illusion.
The sound of water almost uncanny,
A plastic bag bloats and floats
like a memory of thoughts
piled and halved beneath,
my sagging skin of skins.
The room is a liquid gel
with my thoughts arrested,
sleek and colourful.
my thoughts bifurcate further
With tunes of melancholy
and cascading mystical languages.
To observe the stagnant darkness
with my crisp white eyes
A twig eating another twig.
I sit and scream
in the slivers of time
piercing through this vacuum body,
I hear rumbling of sky
detonating my body vapours
I nourish the thoughts
like a cotton swab
softly, piling and weeding.
It's almost ethereal.
The night knitted our bodies like lanterns lit
with navy-blue aromas,
with currents storming
with sands under my body of hope,
with utopia and songs messed up in my head.
You wrapped my raisin skin,
performed colourful themes
like an Orion singing,
The night stimulated
dripping from my tongue
With sunflowers melting
on our wax bodies
And the texture changing,
I grew a day older that day,
to see your landscapes and pyramids
sulking on my lips
sulking in my eyes,
You bit my neck that night
and you saw your name imbued
in frames and pieces
like a soft cloth residing
under my moonlit blood
You knew that day, we shared something more
beyond the stars.
Like Spring approaching.
Some people I see these days are like
broken paragraphs of my poetry
with a missing meter and inconsistent gravity
Detonation of disgust pits and addition of volatile
vodka stammers my insipid vision.
Half moon, half-blood, half mouth covered,
like a decomposition of the great Odyssey.
Some people these days are like
Vintage tributes( but unfamiliar, surreptitious).
With a bumblebee of summery sky,
they bite your pure coltish recently built home
Some people these days exists like this
till they tangle your knots into miseries.
Observe and stagnate the cuts on my eyelid
or the shaking body
Pretend that love-making, a part of the moon
In the windowsill, in the corners of the ebb
Pour your heaviness on my bosom at rest
where the hummingbird knit its nest
Slice and colour your hands
Honey-suckle your moist tongue,
clocks kissing clocks
Mysterious church bells, hush.
Observe and stagnate my white blood
whisper your spring,
thunderstorms into my belly,
carve it into a sweet meadow,
something like soft and crisp,
Hanging bulbs, lotus, potion, lotion.
clean and holy.
Blend your colour, smell
and scratch my bones.
Observe and Rest now.
Darling, my lips measure your spaces and wounds
with the thumb, I knit seismic waves on your back
Paradises stitching, lands coinciding inside
Like a wildflower, I bloom here.
Soils: A bark of memories, red and black.
I travel beneath the surfaces and measure
the cleaving knots, dome-shaped illusions.
Light strikes the stardust and I am a Mirror again
Foretelling your miseries
Holding the icicles of stories on my palms,
I have a newborn skin tonight,
with things to clean
with love as sweet medicine
with White curtains
Sun-kissed air, I am a falling bridge
Having a heart as your canvas.
Flickering. Motionless. oh, Darling.