I
She was the cousin
Of the Arabian sea.
She visited bottom,
Middle and top of merry
And melancholy.
Promethean Moonlight
Was her oldest –
Comrade !
GodSunLight,
Her last !
Because,
She loved to live eternally in
The purifying Eternalness,
Fire,
Turbulent songs,
Simple-languages,
ARTs, scratch,
And eternal Rebellion,
Of ‘I’ the GodSunLight !
II
She came to visit my dream, wall,
My simple hometown.
She became sea-breeze
To follow my ART.
She healed Life
And life-deflated dreams.
With wet hands
With astral-smiles
With flowery canalshore,
With revolution.
III
It was yesterday,
She profiled herself as Rain,
My sweetheart Earth,
IndianMonsooonQueen.
To dance in waves-less
Flamboyance,
Unwritten galaxies,
To dive into
The ancient-bed of cosmic yogas,
To swim in burning-passion,
To green-regards,
To re-life !
IV
She is the houri ‘I’ love to marry.
Because, because
She did not twist my poor tears
She did not twist my poor heart
She did not twist my poor songs
She did not twist my poor revolts
She did not twist my poor desires
She did not twist my poor friendship
And she didn’t go back,
To her oxygen, the Sea.
Like the corrosive friendships
Which came through
The sky, spice and the land,
And the clay,
And the root, or the internet.
That is the reason
She became my ARTwork,
My heartwork !
~ Sanju Clement
Kerala, India