Monday, April 18, 2011

a tryst with the colossal fluid

I did not perceive the ocean but saw the tiring waves trying to veil some thing, just as the blue, the ether and the words, the truth.The salty tang and the fishy reek lingered as a few unshaken rocks stood like some frozen primeval thoughts. An adolescent moon hung around waiting to be seen.

The sun went down in to explore, blushing red, now quicker, and closer and burning with desire. The enormous liquid glistened and quivered in the dark, like a majestic Apsaras, the lovely seductress, as hidden enticements seemed to work. The abrupt initiative of the Sun shook to wrest the vague, frigid gloom, to workout a grand celebration. The vast deeps were dug through the core of it’s being; and the potency of the space time confluence breached the dams of sublime swells. The obscure, touched the abstract curves and concaves of the element, the roar, yells, the aura, pervasive and powerful, thrashing the physical, to a wild climax, quenching the thirsty, erogenous zones of the sinuous ego. Few drops of sweaty salt touched my lips in the course of the stirring convulsions of the massive humps, as waves after waves of ecstasy striven and stretched to reach new heights of release.

Brutal power, now, heaved me in, enveloped, as snake like cool frothy edges touched my feet unawares, giving shock of a mysterious presence, dwarfing the physical, echoing a great mystery of the spirit, submerging Me, the only Witness to the secretive, amorous and fierce passions of fluid Love…….
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Saturday, March 19, 2011

a night of beautiful madness

waxing confessions, melting away, liquefying, messing up the altar; dreary candles too fragile to burn away sins lingering as frozen sermons, equidistant from me and you.

Tonight I will sneak a look at you through the crack,you wreaked in my mind; jealousy nakedly shaping the voyeur in me with a vengeance waiting for those silken robes to move away. I will keep the windows open for your primeval blemish to deflect from the glassy cupboard of books in the corner,in to my amorous heat standing alone in a crook. I will eavesdrop with an ear close to the pane for the warped wails wilting in to stripped shadows on the wall.But you are several silences away. Instead I hear the hushed chants of the owl seducing in its pallid day;I hear them escaping the flue, blending with my obsession’s lingering glue; Now you are here touching me too close at the edge of the window, the blemish, hidden by an unfocused love’s foliage;you smelt of night flowers, in full blush, encircling, madly taking over, straddling my being with a sensation,an ecstasy so ancient.

Then you ran off with me in a lunatic dream whetting my nocturnal illusion - the scarred one up in the heavens.
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