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DORMANT DREAMS, INTENSE - THEIR YEARNINGS

The night has erupted 
in a thunderous bedlam. 
As it comes crashing, 
an unrelenting downpour,
volcanic its intensity, 
lashing out its love—or 
Is it lovelorn fury—
in sheets of slanting rain

It’s a crescendo of downpour
set to the highest octave,
a few million raindrops 
conspire and converge--
the buzz of a mutiny stirs
A wild hornet-nest
driven noise, louder and louder.

The rain, as it comes harder,
pulverising dormant earth— 
red is the color of rivulets 
rolling down hills and mountains, 
crashing demonic avalanches
into crimson streams and ochre rivers.

My heartbeats ricochet still, 
the thunderous clap
lighting my fearlessness-- 
my bold ventures--
flashes of sodium vapours
highlighted in raindrops,
the rain, and if it weren’t for this
unrelenting driving rain, striving

To capture an exploding star,
scaring dark pupils, dilated 
my eyes sparkle, fire now ignited
I'm in my element, on a roll,
The rolling clap of thunder 
Streaking rivulets - desire molten

My soul thirsted, finally now,
I hear it trashing by my pillows, 
intense is their struggle 
to breakthrough my dreams
In torrents, giant sky rivers
like high pressure hoses
 descending fast, intense freefall
accelerated escaping gravity's trap

Wet is my hair, unrestrained, 
flowing out of the windows 
to run a winding dark river
down to the dormant earth
mingling with ground bloated
soaking it all in, quenched
face turned skywards, upwards
Finally the promises delivered.
Here, now in this driven rain

The midnight sky though
far above this indigo chaos
is painted a pink and mauve.
It billows higher and further
into unrestrained ethereal space
rising above this madness
riding a stillness, a heartbeat
In the eye of the storm.

Down below, in my dream, 
my reclining body floats
awakening from dormancy
swamped in diaphanous light
my thoughts seeking the clouds.
Dreams within dreams awakened
reveling in soul's new found quest
to be whipped up in a frenzy
to  breach this silver harness

And just as I begin to luxuriate
in its molten white volumes
of thoughts in unstated express
to merge myself into non-existence
I hear the acceleration of time & space
the wind stirring, beckoning, conjuring
pushing my buccaneering nimbus cloud
thundering over another's dreams

©©Seema Jayaraman 2016
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