Twerking to lyres of
profane pop,
sliding steps, bouncy
hips, oozing boobs
thumping beats
shaken to that 90’s
pace, grooving,
swaying to heart’s
desire, twirling neon
yellows,oranges
nasal notes, forget
jazz ,vintage melodies
or Chateau Petrus,
dive in cheap shots.
today night lets
struck those
90’s chords..
In every fissure of those Rubenesque flutes
I blew to my heart’s yearning deep sighs
of burlesque passions,
Sync together euphonious hums of those
unrequited moments, which like whiffs get
infused in elements of thin air,
A melodious tune conceived out of the duskier
crevices of fluted grooves where dwells
hooves of undeclared pains…
Laments of past, of present of coming tomorrow
ensembled by porous winds in those
dark gorges
Each sigh, every whiff, all breaths harmonized
to escape out of the curvatures of the fabled
flute of the mighty gods
Those rhythms on whom senile poets pen bleeding
verses,Darvash twirls and kneels on tombs
Tempests rage and coil
Puff every bellow to fan hollow winds in raven
holes of columned grooves to release
beats born out of sorrows
Grief allows more grief, suffering begets more
suffering, these amorous yearnings will
Conceive more longings…
Translucent vibrations begotten out of the pits
of grief and solitude resting since decades
in those Rubenesque flutes…
