Enchanting rains at night, I dazzle myself with the light moon
Penchant and beautiful falling on my glazed eyes
As the moon looked like my muse, I looked at her with awe and wonder
She looked like the moon and I see her
Soft eyes, the voice shaky and trembling, touch her and she will turn red
And I run and run for her, crossing mountains; valleys, rivers, seas, and oceans…
And watch things like it's all glitched and the matrices come out of the smoke screen.
Pedantic and mundane being alone in the car and waiting till the morning becomes a ride for fate.
As the dreams paved their onset…The trees chirped and I looked at the horizons, far and wide.
Letting my eyes run dry, for the dread was still raw….
I said her the road that unbecomes has to be taken with eyes closed, like a leap of faith
For dens were there, broken roads, roses mulched and petals rolled and mixed with water having an engraving on Car tires as everything stills in a second,
Humans, Time, and reverses, Zooms my mind off… For the dread came in the smoke screen.
The times together, for moments together, for the touch together, having sex together, having kisses together, touching your soul together, with fingers touching together…
Having an intimate bond, like the time..
You laid on me and I rolled you and, I looked at you and the horizons looked at us…
Static, with no eyes to surrender, give in moving within and without.
I touched your cheeks and gazed like the morning and evening, afternoon and night.
Now, it's time to take a leap of fate, not faith. For my fate was already entwined with you.
As my heart flutters, to come to edge like reaching the pinnacle of my nights with you…
The pounding is so exciting like the rush that gets you going when people look at you.
A body pumped with adrenalin, excitement to meet you…
As the wanderlust goes, rush unbecomes, and a pure nakedness that has no self,
Self-sustenance. With the bases locked in the invisible snake
Climb to permeate through the body and integrate into the cosmos and be one…
As fate is killing me, I moved and see my family members and friends crying…
There is silence, but movement.. It is there becoming and unbecoming as I become to take this leap of fate to reach the space devoid of time and beings…
As I take that mark, ready to sprint and run, and I run and ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Kallol!
Fine writer and reader of Substack—we are starting a movement to get a poetry section added to the platform. Can I ask, are you with us?
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Your voice can be heard among the starry illuminations, howling at the moon.
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Love and appreciation,
David