A Gymnast Disrobes the Universe
Bipolar
lovers,
monkeys the electric drunkards,
Karna is
alive, flying tigress,
you,
who are on a quest,
frighten
the cynical
stars,
forget-me-nots
blooming,
engines
and
your mouth of water lilies,
rabbits,
and photons
in your vast
mental
landscape,
what is
the shape of
mourning?
Nymph,
share with me this rain
and your
hidden ache
and your
paintings from the abyss,
a beast
trying to be gentle
is trying
still,
I am at the meeting point
of sun and art,
Odin is awakened
and at bliss,
the sky
drowns
you, you touch
the Eridanus.
"A libidinous cat"
A libidinous cat
eats
the night clouds,
an insect worships
Edgar Allan Poe,
I made some moonlight
to shine
on your nakedness,
we raid
hell's auditorium
and recover
a saxophone sunset,
my sense of history
cracks,
who won the battle of Plassey?
We beguile our time
watching
a wicked star
as high appellations crumble,
the horror
the horror
a city
drenched in platinum
is your recent address,
your lips
the shade of an easy gree,
I know
your gentle face
and the wrath
within,
all is not lost,
Juliet,
in our underground opera
of contraband songs,
the blade of love
cuts less.
“In your
hands”
In your hands
darkness
is a toy,
night's engines
engulf
the wind,
city of paperwork dream
witnesses Adam's rising
lust for witches,
in the arc of moonlight
you sing,
ducks populate
the hut of witchcraft,
winter becomes music,
what is more urgent
than me meeting you
in the garden of apricots?
Inamorato Travels Through The Seasons And
Thunderstorms
Writing a
love poem
is like building a home
or a palace brick by
brick,
stone by stone,
metal by
metal,
for someone who may not live there,
leaves fly,
the cat is on
whiskey,
bleeding
feet of an
autumnal
dawn,
her body
is a sulphur
prism,
she watches
the war on the television and dreamt
of a large
lioness
with luminous
periwinkle nerves
last winter,
after the numberless odysseys in silence—
they who have departed
now fly
with angels—
I uttered a few words,
“too late
for the tavern? never too late
to drink
of your mysterious spirit”,
love
is rain
on leaves,
hypnotic
river,
flowering,
the cordial curves
of that familiar
body
and an ecstatic turtle, liquiform flutesong
a mystic conflagration and time's hieroglyphic
jugglery
desire's hot dust,
“you weren't scared—
you even remarked upon the several tints
of the sun at apocalypse”,
“earth of wolves, earth of sheep, astral cattle,
may glory be!”
Amorino Breathing
1
The table is ink,
serviettes o lyrical gymnasts,
the barmaid is queen moon—
sharks observed from quarter light.
2
The majorette sweating
dream, amorino breathing tattoos.
3
Floating
head in xenon lamp,
trussed arch night
and Andromeda.
4
In a corridor,
a muse erupts.
5
A stylus of solid perfume
paints a tavern,
triakis
and pentacrinus, loving so much.
Inam Hussain Begg Mullick is an award-winning Kolkatan polymath.
Poet and Editor, Composer, Photographer, Performance Artiste, Independent
Academic.
Director-Founder-Editor, The Kolkata Arts | Poetry Editor, Erothanatos |
Author of Roses for the Madhouse, Winter's Electric Architecture and The
Magical Life of Inamorato | Co-editor of Peacocks In A Dream: An Anthology of
Contemporary Indian English Verse, The Kolkata Cadence: Contemporary Kolkata
Poets and Freedom Raga 2020 |
www.thekolkataarts.online www.inamorato.in
His most recent book of poems is The Magical Life of
Inamorato (Writers Workshop). He is the Director-Founder-Editor, The Kolkata
Arts. Inam teaches Creative Writing.
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