Bougainvillea

Bougainvillea

Green and purple veils
Thick lashes trace telluride eyes
Stretching till the hairpin end
Over the last desperate bend
Where roads reduce to blue skylit eyes.

Your brilliant diamonds
Like soft daylight
Beckoning conjures hope
At the conjunction
Of emptiness
And off the wall
Expectations
Charted
Off course

Of course
We're off
The table
The feast
Of fulfillment
Denied board and lodge
After lent
And the lentils
Of longing pulsating
In a thicket of loneliness

What grainy gruel of gruesome grief
Consumption gives strength
This arduous journey
Ends in
Lovers meeting
Shelter fleeting
A tender betrayal
Last supper
Before Gethsemane gory
nightfall

The cock crows thrice
Sheer impudence
To
Deny these eyes
Loving You
Living lies.

The incandescent canned
Memories bedded burials
Can kill you alive.

Be imprudent.
Self improvement
A defense
Feather
Tickling Death
In defiance.

Purple bougainvillea sashay against green contentment
Parading a joyous unease.
Flirtatious
Coquette
Life wills
It must be
Lived.

What a tip to toes tease?

I'm imaging such beautiful bouquets of happiness
Over my heady horizon
A cloudy rush
Fearless feel good freedom

Front Row seats at the theatre
Comic-Macabre?
Spectacular views
Distillation

Life lines declined
Living once
Living twice
Living thrice
Going
Going
Gone
I'm sold
On
This prospect 
It's Mine.

A cat has only  nine
Lives
Swaying on its tail.
Wilful loner
Disdaining ownership.

Mine ends
in the
Meeting of true minds.
At infinity square
Pi .

I want this merger.
Though the sharks
Will eat and divide
The shares with alacrity.

Grinning Griffin like...at the windy
Cheeks of
contoured revelations
Of
Uncontrolled
Life.

Currently receiving live
Broadcast
And it says
You are mine.

My friend
Whistler of the
Winds of destiny.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014