Tsunami

 

 

I was the sea

That left the sands

To meet the one

At his

Summit.

A small shrine

Of my love resided

In the cave

– My cloud-nine

Base –

Of his suprasternal

Notch;

There, the sun dabbled

And faded.

While the moon mercilessly

Played

Puppet strings.

Above the cliff-edge of a plunge,

Along the

Soft slope of his neck my sky

Began.

The unattainable peak:

His eyes-capped-

-Volcano.

Shades of earth and nude swirled

Into the nape of his marbly

Contours

Lined with black obsidian.

My ears listened for his

Mountain song, molten-

-The inner rumblings

That made hearts

Quiver.

My longing

Echoed through the ranges.

I crested the mountain

Across fine lines and creases.

I sought magma

In the ashes

Of his chilly exterior

Motionless.

And I have pooled in glaciers

And I have become one with his v-ice.

When he quakes

When lava spews from his lips

Only then shall she recede

A Tsuna-me.

 

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A girl and her boat

 

 

Certainly, you are right. I cannot deny,

I am fresh off the boat,

Or many boats, in fact.

Upon each one I sailed far and wide

-As per the Captain’s desire-

I saw the sun

And people

Rise and set

On many horizons.

Hear, hear!

Here, here.

I am

Yet

Drifting

Towards the treasure, I remember the Indweller,

In seas always changing,

I chose to go off the map, uncharted.

The dialects that ripple off my tongue

And the voices that quake from within

Are not mine

But that which is borrowed from our great Mother and her children.

तत् त्वम् असि

We are

The waves,

A tsunami,

Whatever floats your boat

from Cape Comorin to Romania

The DNA of Pangea.

Come, take a tour, with this sailor-

-Fresh off boat, plane or spaceship, crossing perceived borders and barriers.

 

 

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Spark

 

Source

---

Blossom.

Unravel your portraits

Like a kaleidoscope of butterflies

E m e r g i n g

From the cave.

A universe’s gallery

Encrypted

In Krishna’s

Code.

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W-Y

When I say your name

It is like a tide washing over me.

You are every emotion that I have ever felt.

This is my truth.

Only you.

I silence her.

I hide her in darkness.

Bolted in my rib cage

For years.

You have seen my darkness and my light.

The girl with sparkling eyes and many secrets.

You are in every song, in every person, in every dream.

Do you know what you are to me?

The wrong one, you are right for me.

This heart testifies.

It speaks at your mention, and leaves

In your absence.

She has no free will.

You give me life and death.

My sunshine, my emptiness.

My forever. It was never mine, it was yours.

I cannot again. I will never again.

You, only you

She cries,

Till I bolt her up again.

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Min Ghairak

Summery and mesmerising. Fine world music by Jordanian vocalist Farah Siraj. Sung in Jordanian Arabic, this ballad is about long-distance love and the pining for a reunion. Vocals are accompanied by Arabian instruments such as the qanun and darbuka. Mmm. Let’s dance!

 

Intoxication

Take me away.

Actually…

I’m already gone. :’)