Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 28, 2016

Hot air at times stopped. ~by Ziauddin Bulbul


 

 

Hot air at times stopped.

Hot air at times stopped.
Insensitivity touches the jasmine creeper.
Your immense hands have filled up the glass of liquor
Boozy boozy peace and after taking the un-orts meal
I go out in search of sweet clover.

Unblemished lotus,
blue lotus is the symbol of deep wirra
I’ve smeared its pollen onto my physique.
From inside of the soulful skull
sudden-cyclone has risen up and immersed
all meek and mild, lines of palm, ashes and deserted coffin
dark has covered pit of the navel.

Spreading dangling embrace
maya of cupidity is beaming with smile
and over the bed of leaves snowy sparkle of colourful moonlit
thirst is flying now transforming into steam
and falling off as rain
after accomplishment of the travel
you please put tinsel mark
of sunlight over my forehead.


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  1. Beautifully done!


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