Folds and Creases

Folds and Creases

Crenellated Love overtook me under cover
Of the shady guava betelnut groves
My darkest edge of divinity
Hedging borders of bright lit
Civilization and domesticity.

I kept counsel in the dark
My wild animal heart
India animus
My subcontinental
Howls, and tear smudged
Mascara shut out
The distant chandelier
In a blaze of blurry crystal.

But the blue moon licked
Me alive with
tongues of vengeance
Hissing multiple pagan
Myths
Cold soft strokes
Melting dead corpuscles of
Composure
Remembrance, an ushering in
Of nice things
Beyond my power
To bear.

Endurance is .
Every moment
whispers to us
" Your survival is
Luck of the lottery's
Draw.

Love, the far pavilions
Of crazy beautiful
Dreams
Fallacy of faith
coitus interruptus
Amidst life's
Frenzied mauling."

You take my love too high
Sister moon
Where mere mortality can't
Breathe
Immerse me then
In rough seas of tranquility
Powdered bony distillate
Of chalked out sawdust
This circus ring.

Or let me reverse motion
Straighten my shoulders
With a jaunty swing
Thrust up my defiance
Tilt my crescent chin
And smiling charm
The waiting audience
Of puppeteers.

Brothers sisters,cousins,
Family, fresh and frozen
on wooden furniture reclining,
Ready to smile their confused
Hocus pocus, at the camera....
A brief disarray of focused
Purpose, bonhomie for
Posterity.

Woodlands wild inside
My jumanji mind
I am abandoned
In a brilliance of despair
Smoking the lenses
Tears roll down my clenched up
Senses,
Ah, snapshots of soo many
Many insensate years...

While the brain burns briny
Images of disparate beauty
Bursting the swelling sweetness
Hedonist hibiscus heart
Into white oleander folds and creases
Sacrifice on the marble altar
Of hideous memory
Cataracts, milky, obsolete,
bleeding lifeless,
Spilling out of catacombs of
Non linear Time.

© Amrita Valan 2015