Soliloquy
My
nerves have itchy, irked whiskers.
Alas,
they don't have upper lips.
Where
the whiskers could sit, put their feet up.
Hence,
my nerves don't know how to rest.
They
are usually staggering.
You
may ask, do they also simmer?
They
don't...
They
are cold excavators.
Gelid.
Siberian. Sombre.
There's
not even an iota of warm tendon in them.
And
they abhor yellow or anything in that array.
They
are predators of charcoal woods.
Plausibly,
this is a scathed 'soliloquy',
Grinning through their entombed gashes...
IKIGAI
I is
the eye of a cataclysmic cumulus
Kaizen
brewing squall, our windshields are on trial
I is
the bloodshot iris of the Terebinth
Gills
are ruptured, mayhem amongst piranhas
Auroras
tearing vocal-cords, through purple sopranos
I is
the languid white, hope-frills stitching dawn
Pain
Chapped
lips of Red Cardinals
Causing
bruises
As
they kiss bare-naked horizons
Those
horizons have been simmering...
Midriffs
of equinoxes,
Parks
that the horizons scurry through
Reddish
bellowing midriffs
Stranded
on the empyrean patio...
As
gods are busy, tasting the concentration of tannins
In
Cabernet Sauvignon, served along with supper!
Ruthless
gods who shun soup bowls!
Pain:
Edgy
strands of sopranos
Lingering
on scorched tongues
Of
clobbered Saturn rings
Torn...Trimmed...Wrapped...
Around
my shrieking palms
Pain:
Hammocks
where skies swing
In
the arms of tattered cerulean-prattles
Blind
stars keep polishing their nibs
Strayed
Orion, awaits a pair of shoes
While
dreams scramble for sleep,
Tucked
under illusions of aurora woollens
when
we kiss
the
lighthouse on the Orion alley
will
wake up, will be our silhouette
her
glances, will sketch our lips...
our
lucent-love, our dandelion-smiles
will
be sprayed on the sapphire shoulders
of
the seraphim wings, as they quiver...
our
sweat-salt, will be diffused into the Stygian river
who
hasn't felt any foam on her toes
since aeons...
The quintessential transformation evangelist, Jyoti Nair has acquired professional prowess, in the capability development and project management gamut, incessantly catering to rapidly diversifying business needs. She currently spearheads multiple operations for L & D and Quality Assurance, spanning across HR and Recruitment, while being employed at an Indian Multinational Technology Company, acclaimed as global leaders in IT services, Digital and business solutions. She finds the process of writing therapeutic and nurtures the poetry raiment as her second skin. Her works feature in numerous, global poetry anthologies and distinguished poetry journals, has won many laurels for her literary pursuits, however she inherently cherishes her solitary quill and fervently whets her pen in stoic resilience. In her modest opinion, our rusted souls are beckoned, hearts feel more alive, if we engage in some literary tilling, day in and day out.
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