Poetry; My Ardent Visitor Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Treading upon the earth, she paused for a while
And leaned before me, She actually seduced
In the curved lines of life, I witnessed her brilliance
While drying her raven hair, her immense eyes crossed mine
Her walk had that sadness
Himalayan ranges even seemed smaller
Was she really intoxicant or carefree
But she came ahead courageously
Poetry, my inner emptiness; my voice
It appeared naturally and a moment of solace was there
Strings were serenely filled
Hidden faces went unraveled
Dimmed lights lit again
Jealously jumped inn somewhere
Hell fire was restricting
And such was the competition in world
Silently and smilingly she arose
From brightened breasts, she shared her light
Life was refilled and triggered were the guns
Her sudden moves enthralled many
Many went befallen bewilderingly
A curious lady stepped ahead, her high heart
And straightened was her physique
Stars induced and lingered the life
Pensively portrayed persons
Glory guided, empty newspapers invoked
Some went for war
Some wanted wonder
Some asked for peace
Some yearned for love
Some hijacked the free songs
Some murdered the music
Some befooled barristers
Some waited for legacies
Some practiced tortures
Some waved revolutionist sign boards
Corrupted was the wind and the dust was in water
A brushed brain beheld bruises
A tongue was totaled
Horrible night view was telecasted
Trapped were the messengers
Thighs were reddened and bodies quickened
Lustrous was the very system
Amidst all beckoned that fairy
Opened arms
Embracing expressions
Kindred smiles
Pale thoughts
Fresh skin
Swollen nipples
Still there breathed peace
Such was her shape; my comrade poetry hugged me!
Attracted Shalini's youth
Philosophers intuited and imagined icons
None was dressed; all were undressed
Atomic smells blinded babies
Phollen Devi sensed undercurrents
But stooped was the corridor
Albatross was saved; fired were other birds
Why only Albatross? Why not cuckoo?
Crying question was murdered unanswered
Shadows wept and wept the whole night
Thus she cut me more; into billions of pieces
Tease me, write me, please me
And release; submerge thee and create me
It was her call; my poesy's reminder
A poet after all surrendered and poetry smiled
Such was the relentless dance
Life died before her birth
And there awakened my poetic persona
Ancient lyrical ashes bid an adieu!