WHISPERS IN WAITING
DR ARIPIRALA VISWAM
Many breathings shape
Into this lone whisper
And a nameless tomorrow
Turned into crumpling,
creaking rainbow
Bleeding ambiguous serenity.
Tinted hopes and
Transparent waiting
Humming signature tunes
Submerge into foam and
futility.
Dissecting helpless
search
Moments glide by.
Alone I stand shackled
To the rock of silence;
Like a meteor lulled
into ash and sand
pebble and pain.
I chase the visions and
whispers of dawn
with trickling tears in
the valleys of abyss;
Damned and blurred by illusion–
inextricably entwined
with every cherishing.
On those innumerable
twilights
of our hope of oneness
where we both stood
united by separation
Today towers as the
bleeding memory;
Glummed and terribly naked.
The mist is all pain
over the frail body of
rapture.
Breath remains
A fragrant beckoning
Of a painful parting–
over the fringes of
eternity
There you stand as
formless time and
faltering
mystery.
Those cushioned moments
Fall apart upon the
altar of impending farewell
Breathing ash from the incense
of ecstasy.
In those corridors of
fate
Search is an alabaster
flicker
Stained red with
intrepid predilections.
To that time, spring
past
Before I was propelled
into ambiguity
Myriad hopes
Pour pollens or
re-union.
A moment of pinky
cleavage
That gulfs the mortal
yearnings
And the boundless losing
of entities
Casts a canopy of
communion
Only to be lost in
mutual mumness.
Those moments of
eternities
Come to a sad close
The instant the atoms of
my being
Drop drunk in no time.
Time, a lone whisper
Sighs a dawn
The winds or farewell
Turn healing bruises
into bleeding desires.
Listening to the broken
music
Of the severed strings
Nights pass like
disclaimed intimacies
Into that far off
horizons of crimson hushings
Chirping ripples of
crucified phoenix-like
Churnings
milling a million
contours of silence
Into tearful partings
That traverse in a
way-no-way of space.
(Transcreation of the
author’s Telugu poem)