August, year of twenty!

August mist with an earthy scent

rejuvenates devil’s ivy, as summer ends.

variegated leaves-

white, in green

–esthetic in spring!

 

While polaroids hang on the wall,

crescent tapestry floating aside

faces luminous of those once allied-

absent, in presence

–hazed in dust!

 

And, the books stacked with care

illuminate the mind with bliss so pure

gnostic transcendence evokes-

power, in consciousness

–locked in memor!

 

As I sit and write these words in ease

year of twenty seems much less peeve

serendipity resumes-

content, in qualm

–expressive in time!

 

-Sanjana Singh // 13.08.2020

 

Enantiodromia

solar plexus, the E note in union

blow the cornucopia, awakening empusa

thunder, wind, and rains in apotheosis

gaze on the cthonic planet.

 

a young creatour absorbed in eleusinian mysteries

lays on the Tunisian carpet, the “jar of manna”

the mogra candle lit, leaf climbers swaying

while an incense smell escapes the ecclesia spiritualis.

 

ecstatic with the cherchez la femme,

and mundane acts of life,

she excites the pure, puer aeternus.

the filius sapientiae paints the worn out walls, rejuvenating Anahata.

 

-itsa2amgrunge//07.07.2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pneuma’ Coalescence

Unreservedly wearied, the soul stood with a weighty stream of tears

as hours passed by, each minute perceived akin to an hour

she walks into the chamber of Eunomia, yearning release.

 

Eunomia & Astraea in loud dispute, pass the prejudiced plague

the soul in defeat crumbles, as the psyche in delirium behests her return to Sindhu

the colored penalty inducing psychoses in her wit takes her on an unforeseen journey from nigredo to albedo.

 

the long haul sickens her with the paranoia of the corona

anticipating chaos and demise within reach,

she melts onto her mattress with stern sedation of the enzymatic benzene.

 

a week passes by with the phobia of the corona,

as she finds herself in the kingdom of Hypomanie and deprimere

-crowned head, she creates and destructs for weeks to come.

 

the abstinence of Bhaṅgā brings back the long-forgotten reveries

hysterically aroused and startled,

she examines her reverie and hypnagogique narcolepsies for cues.

 

the syzygy emanating unabridged persona

makes her latent placated shadow self bulge out in play of Sekhmet

extrapolating her neuroses onto all and none.

 

months pass by, she floats in depths of Kirkegaadian neuroses

banishing the Mammon, mourning Aphrodite as Messalina,

holding onto the blue-eyed Athene and, iron-willed Ares.

 

one late-night, during dense contemplation

she reflects and meditates on the truth cast by the inner voice

“oh, creatour- the root of the delirium lies underneath you!”

 

enlightened, the psyche matures with jousissance

as she registers the mess as the dearth of amour-propre,

altruism towards self.

 

the inner light enunciates the elegy,

“is the self primed to welcome and devour the shadow or will it neglect and dupe itself to conclusively manifest hysteric lunacy?”

the tiny second of judgment here bases the conscious choice as the very precursor of the mental neuroses or psychoses.

 

the key to mental clarity relied on the transformation of conduct

yet the elegy could only be made implicit through time

as the self is the only true destroyer of its native resolute walls of delusions and illusions.

 

contented, she tests her elegy with the lysergic alchemy

the richness of kaleidoscopic, ample mental ecstatic trance

spoke to her in sensitivity, “creatour- do not resist, walk with life as life strolls with time!”

 

“Breathe, reflect, as sentience is what entails the nature of the universe,

create not follow, unwind and relax,

the inferno of the universe will not scar your soul if you don’t invalidate the essential i.e., self“.

-itsa2amgrunge