Long Submersion Poems
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Quadrilateral parallelograms of a Universe that never breathes
we are brainwashed by a scientific box that never sleeps.
Having been cloned with insipid performance and abhorrence
we have become A I s targets of the future, we are brainwashed.
Frantic antic Dopamine released to the mind,
putting us into a bullet sleep, they are robbing us blind.
Like sheep with autoimmune disease, we're chained to reaction
from a mechanical machine that is beginning to think for itself.
The body follows the tilt of the head and the soul wilts,
as we give away our ability to make decisions for ourselves.
Living in a docile state of euphemisms we are stilted, living and
giving A I s permission to mother and father us, without consent.
Reprogrammed slowly we become the robots of the next Century
5D tempered glass, submersion diversion, humanistic and playful
insisting on a monotone experience, lost, lost, lost * (in space)
Ghosting our families, friends and lovers we are having an affair
with technology, a long lasting affair that is costing us ourselves.
Like Phil Collins once stated in a song, " Think Twice"
before you give away your cheese, to the "Ambidextrous Mice. "
The excursion to inner self inspires the
ire of many,
for it exposes them to themselves as mirrors
reflect
My well of emotions are still waters, & a ton of
respect is to be paid to introspection
for that's as deep as it gets
Submersion will test & cause panic as you
struggle with breathing,
but getting acquainted with inner self is a
wonderful feeling
These feelings deeper than oceans inspire
many floods of emotions,
so disruptive they sparked a change to my
external notions
The flame on the surface was out of control
driving the ego to ground
where it was burned up at the core, remains
never were found
Losing yourself within the self is the way
to be found,
as all that's left is your reflection staring
not making a sound
We're bound to the all, there's no escaping
the curve & the ties,
even if granted a Genies wishes &
infinite trys
Life is a role the soul plays on a loop for
reprise,
as everything is a circle of 360 bent on
illusions demise
While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever,
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley,
a remote dale at the border of Nagaland and Manipur,
in the untrodden tableland of India's Northeast!
The picturesque landscape was ringing with the
once in a lifetime scene of emerald shades of hillocks
paving the way for azure mountaintops,
luminous flowers waving in the winds amongst the tall grasses!
The vale was tweeting and twirling amidst the virgin vegetations enriched with the spectacular sights of verdant forests,
exquisite flora and fauna,
serpentine streams, myriads of panoramic pink
and white wild blooms that dot
the vast caldera of the valley and its' verdant meadows,
alongside the meandering rivers of Dzukou and Japfu,
appeared as the absolute paragon of serenity and tranquility!
Surrounded by the whispering platonic hills,
with numerous colorful flying creatures,
the valley seemed as smuggled over
the dewdrops' fragrant feral fruits,
Oak and Rhododendron forests are a feast to the eyes!
Half way up and any signs of tracks disappear,
and one is just left with wheezing enigmatic bamboo thickets!
Botanists' delight, trackers' paradise, seraph's psyche,
rovers' riddle, is reclining placidly ,
the untrodden earth's lulling lullaby,
in the abode of the divine Lily's
anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
a rich biodiversity hotspots
of endemic species, the Dzoku Valley;
an uninhabited unsullied phosphorus valley
Note:
The Dzüko Valley is located at the borders of the states of Nagaland and Manipur in Northeast India. The valley is known for its extremely rich biodiversity, seasonal flowers and flora & fauna. It is situated at an altitude of 2452 m above sea level.
© Silpika Kalita
I murmur like a rivulet through the
hitch of your hands, where the canyons
carve their parched longing into your fingers—
where silences sublimate like cera,
pooling beneath your glissando touch.
Your tremolo breath convulses rough and low
like sibilant submersion in water—
spilling, sinking, staining everything it meets.
I watch the estuary of your gaze split my horizon—
watch you hush abysmal eyes into
celestially arched surrender.
There is no stillness between starlight,
only the pull of mighty magnitudes,
fuses lit beneath the ribs,
pulses and throbs teaching the air
how to cleave—how to…
sforzando!
Love, here, is neither reserved nor reticent—
it is lightning bottled in glass—
hellfire burning beneath the tide—
language that deconstructs
even as it is uttered.
I step forward—some faltering cadence,
some submitting ascension—placing my hands into your fire,
not to be consumed, but to remember
how stars revel and rain.
Danielle my love, my sweet
What’s happening to me?
This slow knife your pushing into my chest
Wearing your shades in the pool
Hair down, post-full submersion
You make me wanna cry and scream…
You are 22 and I am 28
You speak with a Long Island accent
And I speak snarkily, blandly, minimally
You don’t even know I write these poems
Or how I feel about you
And I know nothing at all now
The torment erases everything…
You are my soul’s howling storm
Your simple, bulky walk
Like a slightly boastful child
And the easy laughing manner
An early spring eternal
Let me jump into your garden!
And your 8 million soft and subtle expressions of joy
Are enough to map over my entire desirous being from my
3rd grade first crush to my future’s final kiss,
That ghostly woman-to-be, in the soft sweet grays beyond,
Far forward, within the hour of my death…
All this, my Wonder, my New Purpose,
In attempt to write you out of my mind
And move on, though I fear I’m merely watering love plants
And watering on, I set out to jog
I will pound along the pavement,
My fists glistening in the dying sun
My mind reaching for yours
Rushing! Rushing for your spirit
Somewhere the sprawling summer city.
Here comes the fool: running, rushing in.