The fluorescent is oscillating
between blue and red luminous upliftment,
like some Bohemian art
flickering spirits of a drunken maverick.

Windows are open,
still there’s no light outside.
I have evident this darkness before
hollow and impenetrable.
In the chaotic silence of anxious and ominous days.

clouds and the choirs of hallucinating waters,
take over me like a devastating spell.
there’s a rhythm in it,
there’s a music in it,
like that of a
withered primitive melody…
sentient and hypnotic.

And I am the madman putting words through them…
words through rhythm making a poetry of wet and damp urban mess.
words through music making a poetry which doesn’t make any sense.
Arranging semantic distractions in vague orders…
To yield textured connotations from volatile tenors.
provocative yet soothing,
shallow yet abyssal.

But the third one is magic,
the third one is words through both rhythms and music,
concerted into an enchanting symphony,with the synergy of sonorous quietude.

Well I get a song there,
significant and from the roots of melancholic rain.

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This is the first collaboration I am doing here. And it’s more exciting than I thought it would be. The italics are from one of my favorite blog in this platform ‘Poems in a coffer’. She has what it takes to play with words…and to put some transparent blood on the verses. Thank you Chhaya.https://wp.me/p8rSe6-cj.

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