It needn’t even be a word --
just a mere sound emanating from your lips
penetrates me deep, flips an electric switch,
gets me buzzing, fluttering with an energy that emits
a charge so strong it moves me along
into immediate, stupefied orbit.

So often have I heard those breathless words
transferred from your throat to my heart.
It jumpstarts my blood and seizes my lungs
and vibrates me right apart.
Your conductivity builds effortlessly,
sparking a reaction within me,
as you arrest and possess with a binding current
that overrides and drives me completely.
Magnetic, your essence courses and runs,
powering me up and turning me on,
so that my mind is never mine for long
as inside me you electrify your dawn.

I am attracted to the static of you --
utterly drawn like electron to photon.
Absolutely seduced, addicted and fused
to the friction of your diction.
Your voice is most bewitching –
a persistent, elevating conductor
that beautifully orchestrates this excited state
into an accompaniment like no other:
I am the lightning flash of your allure amassed --
a sudden jolt of ecstatic shudder.
Desperately urging the next surging rumble
of your sweet and rousing thunder.

J.M. 2017

Jamadhi Verse Oct 2016

You came to me
in a hundred different ways
during those shortened days
of dull white skies and inner blues.
You were infused in the chill of the wind,
instigating, scraping against my skin.
My cheeks and my eyes reddening
from the brisk force of your phantom touch.
Your beauty asked for much of my fragile soul.
It took its hold and made me crawl.
It haunted my nights and enthralled my days,
leaving my intuition in disarray
for a haze of reeling lows and dreamy highs.
Every moment was intricately tied
into the veins of your being.
And I swear, everywhere were your eyes –
staring and perceiving my every move,
weaving me through the notches and grooves
of your smooth, wooden spine,
tightening me like strings and playing me alive.
And I sighed the notes of your hypnotic song,
and became the forlorn instrument that you adored.

You floored my heart and compelled a dream --
an inspiration so deep it drowned everything
in exhausting, creative unrest,
leaving a distracted head and shallow breaths.
And death -- death was a cyclone in my mind
peering out through hollowed eyes,
because I felt like I would die
if I no longer held the pearl of your mind
within my own trembling hands,
while straddling the spans and divides
of both dream and time,
unwinding the fabric of life
to stitch a blanket of velvet night,
where we fade into the silence and unite --
at last alive in our nothingness.

Line by line I write the verse,
the hurts, the tender underbelly
of this treasure I’ve found.
A precious mantra I’ve spoken aloud
to invoke the portal of your gaze,
and arrive home – rushing through the gates
into living, exquisite, forever days
within the lush dream of this blessed curse.
Utterly immersed in the great howl of your wind,
the beckoning force of the powerful spin
of this most stunning galaxy
whose axis plays the malady in tune
as it circles the canyons of your voodoo grooves
in a song that has long since
transfixed and removed me,
so effortlessly.
Most beautifully.

J.M. 2016

For the love of the spell of all muses.
Jamadhi Verse Aug 2016

The beauty of you is as full as the moon --
luminous, patient, and still.
A gentle, magical, bewitching pull
from a realm beyond what’s mentally known,
but awakens my heart with the call of home.
A feeling swelling like an unsettling sea
as you pull forth the tides inside my being,
get my body swaying and undulating
between conflicting cravings
for the silent draw into the heaven of you
and the instinctual need to break free.
You are like a seed of dawn:
heartbreaking to look upon,
delicate in all appearance,
but forcibly spreading through my spirit
like a spell of the most pleasurable pain
or the breaking of an incredible wave,
released from its peak and flooding into me.
Leaving everything so wet and deep,
so heavy in disoriented, surrendered relief.
You are less of a form and more of a force,
letting your effortless power run its course
and speak to me silently,
slipping into my soul and inviting me
into your most gorgeous world,
into the soft swirls of white light
that reflects upon your ethereal eyes
and the rich glow of your enticing skin
that make me realize, clearly, within
that all this time I have loved the moon
simply because it is reflecting you.
It connects me intimately with an ultimate truth,
a feeling that heightens and forever accrues,
that comes from the light, yet leaves me afraid.
Hauntingly, it forever pervades –
unrestrained and ineffable.

J.M. 2016u

I love to describe the feelings of love and attraction as they slowly seep in to your heart and mind. It's a beautiful, painful process.
The Lonely Bard Jun 2016

Your blue eyes,
Me they hypnotize.

Hair so dense and dark,
Lost within them is an ark.

This one is for my Facebook friend Luna.

My HP Poem #1088
©Atul Kaushal
Jamadhi Verse May 2016

Upright, tight,
hidden beneath buttons
and embroidered seams,
a beautifully stitched silken dream
to protect the laity,
to contain the supremacy
and hide the glare
of your sublime light.
I know the life-giving warmth
of the great orb up above
But never before have I witnessed
A beauty like this sun;
the power of the universe
all contained in one.
One moment, one persona,
one grand rule, spreading
throughout this world,
turning it golden,
turning it molten,
right through my eyes,
cancelling my sight
with your exquisite radiance.

So arresting is your stare,
it binds me.
It ties me in knots and confines me.
Just as you like me.
Restricted from your lofty grace,
all tangled in your netted lace
imprisoned by your distant gaze,
I am unworthy.
Your irises mirror the sea,
they wash right over me;
move me in tides
and sighs and delights
of heights I’ve never flown
and levels too deep and infinite
to ever fully be known.

You make me wish to be sewn
as a gold, threaded flower
into the collar of your coat;
the fabric that is me,
pressed against your throat.
Privy to every whisper,
every hot, lengthy exhale
as it trails from your lips like a fire,
making me perspire.
Your heat singeing my eager lungs.
Our breath at last, melded as one.

Hypnotized, I am I spun
like a magnetic, orbiting moon.
A satellite in unending flight,
moved by the gravitational
pull of your rule.
Let me eclipse your sun into night,
the round edges of your light
showcasing my truest form
as you emanate your royal rays
in which I am now adorned.
My darkness ablaze as you are reborn.
A coronation for you, my majesty.
My honor traded away in pageantry,
in fealty all to you.

Let me wear the golden crown
of your glaring elegance.
Let me revel in your regal arrogance
as it wraps around me like a lustrous shroud
conforming me in you.
I shall wear it proud upon me,
head bowed in reverent servility
so that I may orbit my star eternally.
This cosmic dance just for you.

I am great and powerful in all things,
but all these things I will give to you.
The jewel of my heart, in pieces and shards
as ornaments and scepters for you.

I mean to be ruled.
Undo your buttons.
Lose your seams.
Let me gaze upon my imperial dream.

Blind me.

J.M. 2016

Born of lust and a powerful fetish for ornate 18th century men's clothing.
ji May 2016

Your words of tender, mellow slur
are furls and wisps of thin, streaming clouds;
       dancing ecstatic,
       swaying hypnotic,
       sailing on the somber oceans of the wind--
then nestling as mist
   at the doors of these still lake lips of mine,
   hankering to swallow and wallow the low-resting, quiet, ambrosial fog.

Jamadhi Verse Apr 2016

Slow and steady
it puts me to sleep,
runs through my veins
like a dream,
like a drug,
like hands pulling me
to the floorboards,
to the very foundation of my life.
Blanketing me like the night.
Your stars, they shine
a most brilliant symphony
of heartache and time.
And the ages go by.
They dance into view
one by one
and then the next,
absconding through my breath
as I try to keep alert my eyes,
as I try to keep ahold my life,
while it slips away in echoes,
in songs.
so far, for so long,
in vain and forlorn,
lifeless upon the floor.
My life, you, my life, you, my life, you.
A flipbook of ecstasy.
A weakening of the knees.
I reject what is me,
reject my own blood,
move with your pulse,
leave it all behind.
Going and going
away from my worth,
my truth.
Spread across this floor,
pinned by your eyes.
I adore
I implore

J.M. 2016

A peaceful man in a belligerent nation
Delivering messages of hope station to station
Through words of power and words of encouragement
Supplying the spiritually needy with nourishment
Don't stop, because this place needs an uprising
Creativity is dead and authority is hypnotizing

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