Undercurrents of Fire

A fairy sleep caught me unaware in the odd hours of twilight,

with all the just bought festive ensembles gripping self intact  ,

galore in the dimness of severely meshed up mind’s darkness  ,

premiering into  a sort of first day-first show revelation regime,

rejuvenating all senses with inner realms of dreams supreme;

dreams intertwined with real life and near life  happenings ,

Is it a just a clueless dream or rather a clue to unseen life’s proceedings?


Pretty strange was this rare and random deep rest,

the sea of change captured with it ebbs  and crests ,

like a motion picture with nanographic  details abreast;

Bosom’s a big hearth burning with thousand watts raging fire,

the undercurrents of this  running deep, side and wide;

the fragile petals of  heavy eyelids in divinely closure,

its upper and lower, adamantly glued with lashes together,

never to blossom and burst ,upholding  the iris flower ,

the intensely  over-focussed and over flashed buds of eyeballs ,

salvaged with this perfect  shutdown ,resting from all its restless roll ;

Ironic  to this pleasure closure, was the raging pain in the firing hearth,

all sticking ardently and spreading from the walls of the cherry bosom;

the pain leaping in bounds and manifolds, never imagined dimensions to the fore;

all along to the  fallacy of the sleepless mind and the tired soul previous ,

your traces of presence  nulled  by your conspicuous absence

as you left me unattended ,unasked and  giving no prominence;

Now the deepening undercurrents digging out the remnant traces,

traces of miraculous minuscule scattered around everywhere ,

proclaiming unanimously and yelling out your roots  all here;


The olympiad fire now seems  inborn as it’s there while sleep and awake,

never to go until all your traces surfaced and resurfaced,

th e untraceable you now growing bigger than my world,

for just like a finger held before my mirroring eyeballs,

saliently covering  the whole world before me,

conveniently conquering my thoughts and beats too;

like a fish just out of water, caught between life and death,

both having its equal chances  of occurrence;

But the  fire so strong ,with  flares of sustenance;

no more end ,wilt and rot, all hymns  and chants of existence ;

No illusion or delusion, fire is always for sanctity and truth,

the undercurrents of fire will bring you from the lost state,

Wherever you are, I am no more untraceable to you,

I am no more unreachable to you, i am no more unreadable to you,

the fire of light will flash you all , now no more division;

unison of lights nonetheless  a distant horizon !

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About Umarani Jayaraj

An Avid Literary Enthusiast ,have just entered the main arena of writing with poetry,to follow suit on other forms too .Keen on writing my soul out on intriguing soul-searching/stirring metaphysical themes,passionate romance ,social concerns close to heart & anything influencing me-- with a sort of surrealistic imagery n crafted wordplay being my natural style. Want to have a firm professional place in literary & creative media world reaching global audience! (Ahh, its warmth of home ..coming back here to Destiny now after almost 3 to 4 yrs , this 2015, feels I was away for long...but at my other poetic home so lovable as this. I wish I keep frequenting both the soulful spaces foreva..!:) tq Poets, tq Destiny. Various Links to this nomadic me:) http://uma136.wordpress.com http://www.facebook.com/umarani.jayaraj https://in.linkedin.com/in/umaranijayaraj https://twitter.com/tweetonuma http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/summultima/

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