Profound
Profound
malaise
Of a
soul
Religious
fervour
Belief
of an eternity
In
the embrace of
One
true love.
Love
once and
Only
one?
Eternity,
the sweet
Mortal
presumption.
Looking
through the
Eye
of a needle,
Ignore
this world.
Love
is here.
In
the now.
Ever ready.
The
moment
Won't
wait
On a
soulmate.
The
spirit universe
By
dint of Time and
Space
Embraces
everything.
Till
the singularity
Has
us all.
We
are potential,
Free,
at the instant of
Release.
The
womb-tomb
Constraint,
A
podcast
Spiralling
outwards
Rapid
kinetic will.
Free
fall my dear love,
Free
wheeling.
Associations
of
Chance
The
assonant resonance
Of
dualities.
Life-Death
Opposition-unity.
End-Begins.
Alter
egos seek
The
exact foil.
All
is
Found
poetry
The
music shifts
Place
cards
Shuffled.
Kamishbai
stories
Are
We.
We,
illustrate, replicate
Deepest
Evolving
desires
Intricate
jigsaw pieces.
Ends
meet in puzzles.
Beautiful
Incomprehension.
We
start
Dialogues
Fitting
letters
In
between...
The
fetters of
Constraint.
The
carousel rotates us all
The
end is
Not
ending.
Non
endings.
Now
horse now giraffe
Now
a dolphin
Even
an aeroplane
Be
love beast
Be
help meet
Be
Doormat
Be
skeptic.
Cynics
take stance
Dance
with romance
Posies
of chance
Avalanche.
Meeting
Predestined
yet
Not
destination.
Culminations
never
Final.
Spirals never unravelling
To
reveal linear equation.
Love?
If
it happens
Thank
your stars.
But
You
may have earned this
Reaping
of rewards
By
living many versions
Of
this reality.
The
thrust of now
Is
Your
truth,
Now.
Trust
every Illicit licentious
atom
Of
each other,
In
unplugged bodily
invasions
Lucent
and vivid
Under
the microscope
Of
your focus.
Concentrate,
So
you may detach.
Every
being
Holds
the same beautiful
Universe
Seen
from another window
Of
kaleidoscopic
morphing
multi dimensional prism.
Slivers
of reality past
Rear
views of futures.
And
you need this
This
sagacious wise
Experimentation.
Don't
defend the fortress
Which
guards such hungry sluices
In
narrow sliced ramparts.
Now is the Only Time
Flow
into the zone
No
reservations.
Not
another instant waste
On
self preservation
To
mummify
The
flower of time itself.
You
are.
The
once upon a time
When
the wind howls
The
restless toss and turn
Waves
of midnight oceans
You
are.
The
lark croons
To
the nightingale
Calls,
of divine clarity
Render
Cascading
waterfalls
Prismatic
Longings
of moon
Drenched
soul
Rhapsody.
There
is no sorrow
Fear
is faraway
In
the intimacy
Of
trust.
Bereft?
Of
what, but an empty place?
Play
on
Sam.
Again.
The
love you reserve
Is
frolicking already
Not
on the banks
Of
invisible eternity
But
now and anon.
We
go on from there
To
inviolate lotus skies
Ethereal
dreaming.
Weaving
fusion
And
fission of
Evolution.
Call
it
The
breaching limits.
Perestroika.
Kool aid.
Ecstasy.
Higher calling.
Eternity
only serves
To
Expand
the limens
Of
love.
Now,
the time
To
Honour
past debts
Of
old flames, lost
Loves,
stolen kisses
Of
lived out lives.
Cessation
I
have ceased to matter
To
myself.
Then
in my profound place
Can
you gauge
My
disconnect?
For
I walk and talk
Eat
and breathe
Still
my friend
I
sweat and cringe
In
physical pain.
From
the cruel moue
Of
disparu, despair's
mockery.
Yet
a zombie
Walking
talking
Eating
breathing
Should
not mind
Muddy
slings and arrows
On
her blemished skin.
It
wears me out
It
wears too thin
Too
corrosive the cuts
Of
acid contempt.
I
have ceased to matter
Yet
existence raw
Is
so very much,
A
real deal.
Identity
won't flatline
When
faith does.
Confidence
clogged up
By
fogged up skies
cloudy
lead lined windows.
Still
outline
Hope
Or
something like it.
Presuppositions
Of a
fair chance
Romance
the e mind.
I
have ceased to care
To
dare to question
What
I may claim
Or
name. Shame,
Is a
shakedown
Of
values
Every
now and then.
Soon
the blinds
Become
these eyes
And
no longer I
Perceive
thin hair breadth
Strand,
Desultory
desecration
Of
both
Truth
and lies.
I am
a little pause
The
act in swallow
Gulping
down pre-empted
By
tentative sip
Of
my words.
Ineffective
yet
Vital.
Effete
Yet
reverend.
The
laws of an universe
To
myself known
That
finds no other one
Its
home.
Nondescript Voices of Evensong
I carry out my chores
Not
my choice
And
I swallow my own
Pride
My
nondescript voice
Can't
carry utterance
So
grace
Mayhap
it shall be dismissed
Madwoman
raving
Ignored
as white noise.
The
perils of peace
You
make
With
your own needs
Till
you forgive and forget
Your
own dreams.
I
learnt
To
let go
Invite
insanity
To
hold on
To
that,
Beyond
my ability.
On
broken knees
I
arise
The
gentle withered
Prose
Fading
in fading out of
My
mundane days
Of
magic fled
Fairy
laced
Fancy
traced
Ever
betrayed.
And
I
carried all up
Into
the empty loft
The
attic of love's
Labour
Is
never lost.
A
reflection...
Upon
the pages
Scrawled
In
days from an age old
Malaise
Called
Light
abundant
Spilled
from speaking heart.
That
same self light
Lingering
Rustles
the paged
Shadows.
Hustlers
on
An
empty stage.
Is
there an audience?
From
the wings
In
flight
Of a
stage lit too bright,
Too
bright to be
Utterly
quenched.
Life
is dreadlocks
In
commotion and
Castanets
In
soup for the soul
And
the ragged stole
Ma
threw over your
Fevered
limbs.
Upon
the strands of evening's promenade they wink
And
laugh
They
weep and cast,
A
last Twilight.
Amrita Valan is a writer from Bangalore, India and has a master’s degree in English Literature. She has worked in various professions, ranging from the hospitality industry, BPOs and as content creator in deductive logic and reasoning in English.
She is currently a stay-at-home mom to her two boys.
Her work has been published in many anthologies and online journals. The anthologies include, Poetica 2 and 3, To Be or Not To Be a Writer, The Poet’s Christmas Childhood and Faith anthologies, Divided: A Poet’s Stance, The Ink and the Sword, Down the Rabbit Hole, Fire and Ice, Earth Wind Rain and Fire Anthology, The ImpSpired Vol 7& 8 Anthology, The Alien Buddha Wears a Black Bandanna among others. Her poems and stories Have featured in Spillwords, Café Lit, Café Dissensus, Shot glass Journal, Oddball magazine, Modern Literature, Indian Periodical, Potato Soup Journal, Literary Yard, Poetryand Places, LothLorien poetry Journal and Portland Metrozine among many others.
Arrivederci, (Goodbye till we meet again), her debut collection of fifty poems about arrivals and departures, farewells and hopes of reunion, love loss grief and recollection is published on Amazon as of 7 May 2021.
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