mélange of thoughts rising up in
purview of shimmering quiver of light.

A wisp of hairs on your face
dancing to the vivace
as you were poised
to assail the silence.

Your tiny honey-hands
liberating my soul
as
I sojourned into the elysium!

Your eyes said,
"the caterpillar is now a papillon".

Alas! my drudgery came to an end
as the drizzle started intensifying
into arraign!

Your angelic smile,
more animated than sunup,
rose me out of trance.

As I was kissed and caressed
in this new heaven
and heaven's gate, the sojourn
became an odyssey.

Addiction to wine made me a slave.
I got subjugated in ecstacy!
as my captor
beelined towards truth and beauty...

A voice,
choked and disturbed,
spoke the dialect of Athena, Zeus and their
wisdom.

The libretto took a turn
towards a melancholic adagio -
a calender and a clock
won me back
from anachronistic misadventures
as
I lost you
in the ouija
of infinite space!

Our ways parted
in the baroque designs of time!
Still you were moving up
and up
on the staircase,
melancholy gripping your eyes -
etching a sketch, dew of
heaven's gate, in my mind.

Now that you are gone
and
your mystique fragrance
keeps you in my memory,
I endeavoured
to trespass the bourbon
of truth and love -
séance bargained
for your return,
singing syllables
of love and life.

Hobson's choice!
Journey took me, as a sequel,
to your past,
my existence
fighting anachronism
for your freedom.
Your hugs and kisses
send cadenzas
in my veins
as blood incinerates
in sienna cabin.

Leverage of living
through a death sentence
and
conquering a split soul laid ashen.
No anointments!
"Console me I had my defeats"
a voice said and I looked up
to check
into the façade of the soul,
standing next to me.

Those elusive shapes, curves,
standing next to me!
I gaped for a while
as a zephyr blew away the veil.
She said ,
"my love I have come back ".

Her cheeks
looked all the same,
no crease over the brows
or the forehead
"Only the attire has changed
my altruistic soulmate,
embrace me
to cross the ocean between us"
she stopped,
looking poignant in white satin.

I vowed
to absolve her of wounds,
as we bid adieu:
ascending-descending
for the next rendezvous !

"Alas! I am ahead of frozen time,
will tread into the molten time,
assailing all by arduous means.
No dread, no fear,
no sleep, no nightmares,
no effect of Pandora's serpents!

Odessey has seen,
my torso never been,
Ulysses evading Trojans,
Titans bidding for cosmic feifdom.
I have capacious rooms,
carved in grotesque designs,
where men lived and died,
in the percussion of time.

Yes I run!

I run out of the dwellings
of history's shame,
for freedom, for truth,
for the fortress of gold
that satan looted
in its last subjugation!

I run for the liberation of soul,
for the expressions
to purge out of the throat
that denied me joy
in ecstasy!

I run for the end
of the partisan in time
that athwart me
to mourn
in princess Odette's plight",
the baritone voice said.

As I stopped to check
the howl of the wind,
exiting the void of torso,
I became
deaf and blind
I melted and got maimed
in the parison inflamed.

In time's travesty,
hope we follow
the heaven's athlete
in our cosmic sojourn!

You were poised to lift me
to the arroyos of new heaven.

Secluded by a cryogenic fire,
a gloss, whittlings of shattered glass
framed unframed in arabesque frescoes,
and clipping my trite reforms.
An impoverished soul,
blistered by the evil contagion of time,
looking up to the high heaven
to swab it clean.

All the phantosmagoric creatures spoke!
Nobody cared to listen,
Noone dared to see
as the chord was picking up overtures
and the land was high on overtones.

Oyester at the gates contending with
dew and the assorted tones
as
the wisp of hairs on the face
swirled in allegro!

"Oh! tis you lady awesome", I said,
"all the days of yore have haunted me,
in ecstasy
in trepidation
in the times when Jordan
sojourned into the dead sea".

In the capture of soul,
only my thoughts levitated.
They spoke the dialect of freedom
an elusive percussion, a dream!

Daybreak's laughter came to an end,
a gripping violence prevailed,
spooky beliefs wrested the shore
for a sessile silence to prevail...

The curves, the slopes,
the capacious robes
elope
the aura of liberté
in this temporal blithe.

I savored the honey lips,
the wine, the fragrance,
the touch and
all that words won't convey
of the elusive lissome shapes.

She said, "I am with you
my prince, a captive
in the frozen time
and
together
will sail and assail
into its molten trail".

After three years and six months:

As I opened my eyes,
the doctor said, "relax,
take a deep breath,
you will come out of the vice".

I was strapped,
to a chair
in solemn fear,
and
got zapped
by the electrodes
sending analgesia shocks.

The numb facade, the numb corridor
the numbness of the soul
in despair lay hijacked
in the razzmatazz!

She said,
"My man I am back,
won't stay
in the lock
of the calender and the clock,
but will stay
in your breath,
in your dream,
in the spirit in bloodstream,
running through your veins,
and
in everything your soul long to be".

My arduous regimen,
cutting through the creases
of time, with pills, with drips,
with zaps and with beeps
can never cleanse
me
of
this persistence
of memory!

Dew populating the parlance,
in its capricious existence.

Metronome swings trespassed
into a reconnaissance flight
zooming into shimmering
Shatt al Arab skies.

Mortars, flares, anti-aircraft shells
exploding in communion.
The shimmer, an omen
of
conflagration de hatred
lit up by satan sleeping
inside a bunker in his bed.

A shell hit the posterior:

the sparks, the hisses,
the flagging incandescence
injected a chill into the veins.

The slowing of the Apache blades,
the sparks coalescing into flames,
the rattling sound from the top,
the odor of the burning fab.

Five souls desperate to permeate
twentythousand feet high
obstacle of death.

Next morning:

A smile greeted me
in the hospital bed.

A vicious grip:
numb facade, numb corridor
the numbness of the soul
lay shattered
with splinters of lost souls.

Your pehensile fingers
instilling life back
into my maimed trunk.

Daybreak's laughter
made amends
for
a hundred days sojourn
to end.
A gripping voilence
wrested the shore
for
a sessile silence
to prevail.

Qualms percolate into milieu,
pangs of a decamped soul,
swings tunnelling separatrices
in
the coexistence
of temporal spaces.

I feel you in the warmth
of daybreak's laughter.
I feel you in the serenity
of night's calm.
And now that I am gearing up
for fresh sorties
I feel I will meet thine.

Time has frozen
in the moments,
ripped of its flannels
and
deranged from its firmaments.