Thaumathurgic Kiss Pickled Poem by Lovita Morang

Thaumathurgic kiss a tryst

French kiss! They call it as they walked the colonial shades of gully in Puducgerry,
Though haven't tasted yet but I have this better taste that kept me tempting throughout "French Recipes" of "Mango Green Lemon.

Tragedy is that this garden delightcreated out of combining French tradition and Indian tasty fruits.

Madam kindly, write our address,
I saved it in my smart phone.
Address
Nenmali village, Nattham, Changalpattu, Puducherry 603002.

Great taste was true delight on breakfast table.
Difficult to disconnect.
But
Farewell empty bottle of Mango Green Lemon!

Worth the taste

Secret times of nature grows
Hidden from hedonic delights of devilry,
In tyranny of two-tone sounds of zephyr crows
In twixt twittering sprightliness of wraith imagery.

Grief or glory, truth seekers are Martyr
In these senses, vision voices not in void,
In god's gaze I gather the wounds of sufferer
Whistling wretchedness wades in god's acre, curses avoid.

Such is the way to spirited life that the skies open its door to thaumathurgic tryst
Hearts full of compassion, hellfire ashed heathen's heaven
Mankind made his fortune as a quester, in the immensity of ocean, quenched thirst
The weeping tree warring in crisis intervention to creep out of crestfallen

Time stops to become the tranquil heart of banyan tree
Spreading its branches perched on to the roots of earthborn spree.

-Lovitajrmorang