Here in my heart I am Helen;
  I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least.
I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael;
  I'm Salome, moon of the East.

Here in my soul I am Sappho;
  Lady Hamilton am I, as well.
In me Recamier vies with Kitty O'Shea,
  With Dido, and Eve, and poor Nell.

I'm of the glamorous ladies
  At whose beckoning history shook.
But you are a man, and see only my pan,
  So I stay at home with a book.

Oh dear little dove you smile,
Fly in sky in freedom far mile.
Father has given feathers to fly,
Remain happy you never cry.

Shyness you do not at all feel,
You have ever amazing  zeal.
Thrill of wisdom you hold far,
Go on flying you kiss light star.

Scar you leave in lovely moon,
Go on flying, reach you soon.
Noon or night you do not see,
Light your life feel mind thee.

Right direction you do choose,
Sing wisdom you spread news.
God has told he will come soon,
Washing sins he will give boon.

Love waves flow in lovely sky,
To feel life sure you do ever try
You smile in love little far mile,
Oh dear little dove you smile,

© Bhargabi Dei Mahakul, 2015. All rights reserved.

Warm. Moist. Full of life.
Your tongue invades and controls and guides and taunts my own.
Darting in like a rabbit in it’s hole, seeking solace and refuge within my mouth.
You try to contain all that I have within the confines of your luscious lips.
I feel you hot breath drawing me in.
I hear your panting. Heavy. DEAFENING! It excites me.
I feel your chest press against my own as your arms wrestle me close.
I can feel your heart beating as it tries to burst through your breast.
Your scent floods my senses.
Your heat drowns my thoughts.
I am lost in this one moment of sheer bliss...
The gentle caress of your tongue against mine; the clashing of your lips against mine -enhanced by our blindness.
I taste you and find you to be utterly delicious.
I take a quick peek only to find that you are staring up at me.
I smile.
We go again.

You really have to watch those liberal males,
they'll spend hours and hours with you having
deep intellectual conversations.

They'll discuss deep ideas, contemplate esoteric
theory and spiritual ideas. They'll make love
for hours and write deep and meaningful poetry
about you. Sure, they will probably wear their hair
long and most likely won't own a television.

But, they'll understand art and architecture and
literature. It's true that they probably won't give two
shakes about who won what football game, but they'll
dance with you late at night under the stars and they're
always looking for new ways to please you and usually
understand your deepest thoughts, often before you
understand them yourself.

They'll be your best friend and always treat you as
an equal, in fact, it will never even enter their mind
that you're not. They're almost always physically fit, too,
because they're usually the outdoorsy type and love to hike.
They never make fun of others, or discuss small ideas.
They enjoy discussing ways to improve the world and
the lives of others.

Sure, they won't slap you on your *** and tell you to get in
the kitchen and cook them some dinner and bring them a beer
while you're at it like those macho men on the right. Instead
they'll probably tell you to relax while they whip you up a
gourmet meal and serve it to you on the best dishes.

Yeah, you really gotta watch out for those liberal males.

You promised to love me
and forever we would be.
I fell for your lustful lies
and got lost in your green eyes.
I was just another body to touch
and of me you didn't think much.
Now you're kissing someone new
and I'm still stuck missing you.
I drink to numb the pain
of falling victim to your game.
A hangover after drinking cannot heal,
yet hurts less than the heartbreak I feel.

in that bitter cold raining evening
heaven wept to my pain and longing
heavy rain drown me from my despair
a battered heart now beyond repair
she never came…

in my bed having a uncertainty
I’ll slumber with a bitter nightmare
that I’ll never gaze those green oval stare
those smile that can break reality
an angel in my eyes..

did she know how I suffer for her,
this terrible void in my fool heart
bitter wrong mixture of love and hate
or life and death a terrible fate

I wanna make a dream
wish to make them true
why can't I close my eyes
As I have bad dream so many times

I wanna be happy
want to have a big smile
how can my face be bright
As I have cried for whole night