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 May 2013 Clarisa
Shari Forman
I was told today,
That a relationship is just for fun,
Not serious at all,
Especially when you're seventeen.
Is she right?
I'm baffled as ever.
Please help me once again.
 May 2013 Clarisa
Shari Forman
I don't want to waste another minute of my time,
Only worrying about *him.
 May 2013 Clarisa
Redshift
i used to love walking
being one out of a big family
i could gather my thoughts
and think freely
unobstructed

now i hate walking
for the same
reasons
some thoughts are better left alone.
 May 2013 Clarisa
R
My nightmares are
The kind that
Make you terrified to
Fall back asleep.
Make you so scared you
Can't even move.
My nightmares wake me up
In the middle of the night and
Tell me to
Do very bad things.
Sometimes they spare me and
Other times I can't help what
Comes next.
 May 2013 Clarisa
paige elliott
Ana
 May 2013 Clarisa
paige elliott
Ana
sweat and fat and greed
she comes in
altering my consciousness --
concocting the wretched thoughts --
anew

rushing through my skull
deafening and pounding
confronting all that i am
all that i will be
or won't be

because of her
she smiles
flashing her fiendish countenance
a scowl and a glare
and i'm trapped
trigger?
 May 2013 Clarisa
K Balachandran
1
Backwater nymph,
queen of serpentine black tresses
flaunting its coconut oil gleam;
envy of  leggy girls from the Western ghat mountains,
and lissome  maidens from the plains,
who can never eat as much fish, even if they wish.
Wearing hibiscus flowers,
on coiffure like hood of a king cobra,
your coral lips  silently speak
of hot peppery kisses,
waiting for me at shaded corners.
Your sultry body in me arouses desires,
that could only be whispered in your ears.
2
On a coconut lagoon when we met,
for the first time and spoke,
non stop, as if we knew each other life long,
I heard music in your words.
Oh! in the tongue you spoke,
I heard the cadence of a nightingale
ecstatic, on its wings above the clouds,
love had prompted us to fly above the storms.
Your  gleaming coal black eyes,
like silver hooks, tug at my heart strings,
that makes music, only I can hear,
you are a free flying lark,
above Kerala's lush coconut coast,
that extends from sea shore to the mountains.
3
*When we relished steaming brown rice,
mixed with clarified butter,
with spicy tuna curry, tasting so dainty,
cooked in bubbling sweet coconut milk,
my eyes like two crazy butterflies
circled your face, a blossomed Champak
.

Mashed cassava and roasted squid,
melted on our tongues,
in a perfect culinary language
any one would understand without effort.
4
Your lips had cinnamon scent,
spice land's boons,
when we kissed we touched heaven
of scents and spicy tastes.
When our eyes fell on each other,
near the ancient synagogue,
the hay days of which is over,
a long jasmine garland coiling your hair,
    marked you different,
from the  the ladies of your neighborhood,
                                          surroundi­ng you.
How well you did pretend
that you have never seen my face before!

You have mastered love's cunning,
and all the wily tricks to cheat
the enemies of our fiery love
my Freudian mind perfectly understood.
Just imagine the brouhaha we would invite,
when we elope, in the last boat,
to *Alappuzha, stealthily at midnight.
Cochin----(Now Cochi) ancient sea port in south western sea board of India, in the state of Kerala, South India,where,Greeks, Romans, Phoenicians, Arabs, Jews and Chinese used to frequent even before 1000 BCE,seeking black pepper and other spices. Cochi, it  is said had one of the earliest emporiums of Greeks,showcasing their best of  wares including wine in  containers called amphoras.
**Champak---A plant of Magnolia family with musky fragrented flowers(Michelia champaca)
*** Alappuzha--The lake district of Kerala
 May 2013 Clarisa
paige elliott
it rubs the lotion on its skin
its sickly, rolling skin
my skin --
twitching with multiplication --
the cells dividing continuously

bubbling --
double, double, toil and trouble
with the ripples and waves
of a hurricanic ocean
cascading down ill fitting rocks
to crash in the flexible, formable underbelly

i will carve each digit into my skin
scar my failure into the surface
reminiscent of my tumble to the bottom
burning the memories into my flesh
never forget, never repeat
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