She is my lovely-gulmohar realm,
My Indian Mansoon ballerina,
My nearest everlasting Love Story,
My phenomenal Indian Muse in the mellifluous air,
My melancholic myth from the Milky Way,
She the core and the pulse
Of my everything,
She is the alpha and the omega
Of my sweetest universal aches !
While applying –
Gentle land breeze
From my flaming PrometheanPeacock feather
On unbending frozen waves –
Of her craving oceanic volcanic body,
‘I’ felt her like a fire curved –
Orbiting mermaidEarth or Blue Nile,
Longing for my Sunlips and pen’s mapping vertical
And horizontal kisses and digs and scratch, which allow
My diamantine passions to leak –
Into her pond—heart
And to decorate its infinite ceiling
A rippled-multiverse of our own,
Ah only –
With the supporting,
Angelic grace of –
Her galactic dream.
~ Sanju Clement
Kerala, India