Desire lay coiled
Slithering , smooth
Hot and in slow motion
The swaying coconut
Was slowly devouring
The crescent moon.
The pipal waited in the dark
Studded with white pearls
Of sleeping flamingoes.
He that cogitated
Was besieged by
Waves of double-think.
Nothing was certain
While passion-storms
Blew away fluffy
Cotton clouds of sanity
He that reflected
Despised carnality
The cry of the body
Aimed at the pristine
Purity of the atma
The luminiscent speck
Of the primordial matter
The ethereal bond
That existed between
Him and other specs of
Particulate matter
Was not lust, the crying
Of the senses for a sweaty
Union of the imperfect bodies
Think of the tightening coils
The intellectual befuddlement
With undercurrents of
Negation and self-denial
Why this passion for
Things living and inanimate
He that loved and craved
For the essence of things
The passionate attachment
Stemmed out of kinship
With other forms of matter.
A lone flamingo shrieked
Fluttering its wings in sleep
The dark liquid clouds
Coagulated around the moon
Drawing a nebulous circle
The precursor of silver rain
The snake hissed and went back
To its subterranean sleep.