You Belong to Virgo
Pitambar Naik
With an age-old idiosyncrasy I am chatting
astride the ceiling of a mystic conspiracy
it’s hardly visible on the Google map
someone counts the silky gusto inside
a little emaciated pensiveness
I drape my hands down the old anecdotes of a summersault
the longing of isotope in the beating of your heart takes a sabbatical
the spring attends the puberty of February in a cinematic way
hearing me? You nod every time, in the Mesopotamian format
opining, that is what is called Valentine’s fomula?
Carrying with you a bit of Khajuraho’s sensual perversion
That old derailed panacea needs to be rezigged.
All diagrams, pie charts and asymmetric pointillism
look like the caesura of the maroon mehindi
this landscape sizzle in a cemetery humming a stanza of eulogy
a lonely, titillating abandoned sea strands like a sin
the aftermath of a quake, you belong to Virgo
I belong to some other
the tender syntaxes melt the mature proposal of winter
someone hitchhikes your old-fashioned business plans.
Hungry cranes of dark pale mist meditate down memory lane
Those autumnal anxieties are thirsty rains
all alike take a flight to Jerusalem
it’s that diagonal antagonism sneaks on us
at last we wish to canoe in hope to a land of promises of butterflies
nevertheless an abnormal tinge
below the dark pillow of the past twinges us
on the threshold of our mutuality a vintage aspiration
looks like a rainbow of depravity
we gather for an evening litany after years.
Pitambar Naik
With an age-old idiosyncrasy I am chatting
astride the ceiling of a mystic conspiracy
it’s hardly visible on the Google map
someone counts the silky gusto inside
a little emaciated pensiveness
I drape my hands down the old anecdotes of a summersault
the longing of isotope in the beating of your heart takes a sabbatical
the spring attends the puberty of February in a cinematic way
hearing me? You nod every time, in the Mesopotamian format
opining, that is what is called Valentine’s fomula?
Carrying with you a bit of Khajuraho’s sensual perversion
That old derailed panacea needs to be rezigged.
All diagrams, pie charts and asymmetric pointillism
look like the caesura of the maroon mehindi
this landscape sizzle in a cemetery humming a stanza of eulogy
a lonely, titillating abandoned sea strands like a sin
the aftermath of a quake, you belong to Virgo
I belong to some other
the tender syntaxes melt the mature proposal of winter
someone hitchhikes your old-fashioned business plans.
Hungry cranes of dark pale mist meditate down memory lane
Those autumnal anxieties are thirsty rains
all alike take a flight to Jerusalem
it’s that diagonal antagonism sneaks on us
at last we wish to canoe in hope to a land of promises of butterflies
nevertheless an abnormal tinge
below the dark pillow of the past twinges us
on the threshold of our mutuality a vintage aspiration
looks like a rainbow of depravity
we gather for an evening litany after years.
