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Poems by Lily Swarn


Poems by Lily Swarn



Primal me


Uncoil the primal me

and emerge

The superior me

Unshackled by primal fears

Unadorned by man made hopes

Mechanical  love swung out of

Concrete buildings on tarred roads

Primal pain moaned and yelped

Screamed and yelled


Primal me

unashamed of my body

It’s voluptuous contours

It’s raging needs

It’s anguished hormones

Striding like Venus incarnate

Encompassing love and desire

In one fertile leap of prosperity

Primal anger unfurling high on

The mountains of want

Released from hollow corners

In simmering waters

Unleashing the river of life

To meander at will to its Creator

Primal sounds beckoning me

Loud like the beats of the Nagaada

That called the troops to war

Reddening the blood in my stream

Crimson mouthfuls sucking out

The violet venom corroding my insides

Primal like the roots  of the Banyan tree

Fondling  the earth reverentially

Emerging stronger with its humility

Lustily uttering the name that hovers

Shakily just beneath my plump lips

Shorn of artifice

Bereft of guile

Primal me in my holy sunshine

Naked emotion hanging to dry

On virgin beaches in ethereal skies

Shaken , buzzed , hissed , hummed

The primal sound whistled in the


Beyond gender it’s cosmic energy

Going around the earth and reaching me

Loud and clear for whatever is released will come back to me

Primal throbbing pulsating me

Primal me ,


Copyright Lily Swarn 18.8.2016






Above the realms

where mortals dwell


We walk in

sublime subjugation


Sipping the ambrosial fluid

Diving in holy nectar


Ambling languidly

in gardens of glory


Pain walks past us

We hardly recognise each other


Grief is in a hurry

It has some other plans perhaps


Greed is on a sabbatical

It’s exhausted beyond words


Ambition is on a high horse

It looks not on pedestrians


Vanity is too busy

Primping and preening its curls


Jealousy is green like the Devil

It hides behind the trees


Anger is seething in the balcony

Getting hot beneath its collar


Lust languishes in hell holes

Bubbling in its own juices


Attachments hanker for each other

In another sphere of Time


We stroll amongst the tulips

Your halo visible to all


Copyright Lily Swarn 22.8.2016