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Invocation

 

by Jaspreet Chhabda

 

…And like some aftertaste,

the incompleteness of the absolute

still lingers in my limbs,

proclaiming the fulness in me.

 

The breath of the universe,

flaunting its unexpression

in the ether of the cosmos,

is the same that fills my vacant crevices

and one that emerges as god

in the filth of commonplace.

 

The subtleties of the microcosm,

evolve into you,

and the grotesque grossness

of macrocosm,

involves into your heartthrob.

 

And here i lie,

in the simplicity of my existence,

hoping to catch a glimpse,

of your handiwork,

in each poignant molecule.

 

They grope for you in happiness,

and I find bliss in thee!

 

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