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Cosmic Me

in these futile
spasms of existence,
some cobwebs,
still unstirred,
support this life
with their indelible words
of a forgotten wisdom.

the aum-kaar
that spur as the first voice,
of the created universe,
still echoes in my veins,
and arrives in the pupil of my eyes,
as the secret of my being.

my inner world,
remains still unborn
and as the birth of my being
sets it's first felt ripples
of pain,
from that holocaust
of birth pangs,
my emotions evolve,
with the roar of a thunder,
that leaves pug-marks on the moon.

the scattered stardust
is the ashes of my long lost
sputtered incarnations,
heaving softly
...each time the creator breathes….

-by sarvesh and indira babbellapati.

poem by Sarvesh Kulkarni
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