Poetic corrugation of an artist

Some blood oozing pout
Disgusting slashes of snout
Right across the gallery, standing stout
Praying mantis gorged from the clout

The art sets the backdrop
A filigree - fine as the paddy crop
Luscious chandelier of time
A poet’s heart in rhyme

Mephistopheles, Cordelia, come forth
Latent with the traditions of B.C proust
Can tell the tales of a historical girth
Sans love, humility, the gallery displays dearth

My fair lady — an art maker
Triumphant, valorous demeanour
Strides, pulls and entangles
Wading, vanishing shards of rambles


Succulent lips, tranquil eyes
Those words — disconnected lies
Awakening a dying pot of freedom
Rising and copping out of the burden

Slow — malefic
Swift — tragic
Art — terrific
Fatigued — romantic
Same but different — outcast pedantic

Neurons, adrenaline all diagnostic
A particular membrane of the woman is mystic
Certainly verbal — aficionado of the Republic
Gallivants towards objects — non-heroic

Flying, fleeting — an obsession
A river of blood, oozing invisible dimension
Traversing— a coving flat of convention
Words above and beyond every progression

Fall— rise
In these words — a mystical manifestation
In these words — a trippy destination
Rise — love
In a poetic corrugation.



By Jyotsna B Rao

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