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 Nov 2015
Dark n Beautiful
As ***** as a three balled tomcat
Very *****
Very full of ****** desire
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You can fake that loud sound during ***
However, no need to fake that sound
With your first meal of the day
Oh so yummy! Oh, so hungry for that touch
So here I am as ***** as a three balled tomcat

What if everything were revealed about my whereabouts
Especially last night, was I somnambulism?
It’s time to get myself together. I was all over the place
I have to channel my energy today into something useful;
I have to stay soulful, I have to stay focused
I might be a night walker

However, If a man awakes the sleeping tigress within
He better be ready to calm its wicked, wicked ways
A woman isn’t complete without the
Amen, hallelujah, thank be to glory moments
As she reaches the maximum of her
Amazing, mind and body-blowing experience
I have to challenge them… did I lose my self-respect?

My midnight blue satin dress
Someone said that it’s a wicked, wicked tease
I know that it controls my every mood
Staying ahead of the curves, surveying the scenery
Swaying down the Avenue living dangerously
Down where the palm trees sway against the breeze
Here I am as ***** as a three balled tomcat.
but I can surely make the bad boys good for the weekend
 Nov 2015
Ananya Nagar
I didn’t cry when you left
Neither did I say anything to anyone
I just kept quiet for a few days

But, I've observed everything
And suffered even more

That blue shirt,
Which you often used to wear
Is ironed and arranged
in the wooden closet

Your specs are still kept
on the television..
And the umbrella ..
waiting for the rainy season..

In The last rains
We were soaked and drenched
I did not touch your umbrella ..
I know,
That you do not like
If  your things are misplaced

I’ve told the cobbler
To mend your old shoe
Your watch is repaired
With a battery brand new

Taylor has stitched your pants
With a lining inside
And
Your bed is done
And mom waiting by its side.

Dad ....
I know
You will be tired by the journey
But this time,
Please stand still
And Rest for some time
I will take off your shoes
And massage your legs
To make you de-stress
Whatever you’ll say
I'll do it all
Just stand still
And be there

You know what dad ...
The last time you left ..
You left us shocked...

Ananya
An English translation to the previous poem.
 Nov 2015
Ananya Nagar
तुम्हारे जाने पे मैं रोया नहीं
न मैंने किसी से कुछ भी कहा
मैं बस कुछ दिन चुप रहा

पर देखा मैंने सब कुछ
और उससे भी ज़्यादा मैंने सहा

वो नीली कमीज जो तुम
अक्सर पहनते थे
वो आज भी प्रेस कर के
करीने से रखी है अलमारी में मैंने।  

तुम्हारी ऐनक टी वी के ऊपर
और छाता खूँटी पे टंगा है.. .

पिछली बारिश में
हम भीगे बहुत पर तुम्हारा
छाता नहीं छुआ..
याद है मुझको की
तुमको नहीं पसंद
तुम्हारी चीज़ें कोई इधर उधर रखे। .

तुम्हारा जूता मोची से सिल्वा कर
ठिकाने पे रख दिया है
घडी में भी सेल पड़वा दिए हैं। ।

बगल के टेलर को कुर्ते में
अस्तर लगाने को
और
माँ को तुम्हारा बिस्तर लगाने को कह दिया है।  

पापा ....
पता है मुझको
की तुम थक कर आओगे
पर इस बार
तुम कुछ ठहर जाना
आराम करना
मैं जूते उतार दूंगा
और पाँव भी दबा दूंगा  
जो तुम कहोगे
वो सब करूँगा मैं
बस तुम ठहर जाना

पता है पापा …
पिछली बार बड़े अचानक
चले गए थे ।


अनन्य नागर
पुणे
I wrote this poem for my dad recently. He was a singer and music director and passed away in early 2012 after fighting Prostate Cancer for an year.
 Oct 2015
beth fwoah dream
the blackbird sings of summer from the oak,
a ladybird cavorts upon the rose
and while the sunlight hours sweetly spoke,
i dreamt of meadows where the poppy grows.
i dreamt of tranquil moons and nightingales,
the sun an amber flame against the sky,
i dreamt of old romance and holy grails,
the evening closing in, the day drifts by.
the petals fall, soft pinks, confetti thin,
cool walls of fragrant blooms that fall too soon,
a gentle breeze that brushes on my skin,
reflections pale, a lazy afternoon.
my soul bathed clean, the sunlight blinds the eye
the wild rose must lament and so do i.
 Oct 2015
Finley in Despair
You could  blame everyone
Knowing you're the one at fault
You could taste the bitterness
A lifetime supply of salt
There's so many flavours out there so don't be salty.
 Oct 2015
Elisa Maria Argiro
Sitting in silent bliss,
absorbed in the Absolute,
that perfect smile
so at home
on your beautiful,
radiant face.

Regal as a queen, laughter
busts out of you
suddenly
like tropical rain.  

A colorful flower opening
in time-lapse magic.

Hands of finest delicacy,
refined by teaching
the pathless path
to infinity.

A mind as clear and wise
as the heart is kind,
strong and loyal.

Infinite tenderness is
the Unity within you.

One early morning,
first of your birthdays
I was to celebrate,
watermelon juice whirred
to completion while I cut
two huge banana leaves
on which to place my gifts
before your door.

In the yogic flying hall,
just a little later,
there you were, transformed.

A Balinese angel wearing jade
green wings sat amongst us.
Soft dark hair swept up into a
sanyasi's top knot, and that
same eternal smile of bliss.

You were wearing the love I had
given you, making those giant leaves
into wings that would carry us into
decades of friendship, through
passages of loved ones, and
life's hardest challenges.

Unfathomably,
wherever we are on
Mother Earth,
we are always we,
even as you are you,
and I am always me.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Oct 2015
Rainey Birthwright
in the blinding night
waves are grievings,
my moonlit heart crush,
in the flesh voids
are momentary crashes,
i wait out night in wails,
bereft of you

and moon is all - the only light,
i face my usurper ghostly white


waves hit the shore
alone, speechless,
my endless sentences,
waves hit the shore
in solitary crashes,
i serve my time alone,
bereft of you

*and moon is all - the only light,
i face my usurper ghostly white
 Oct 2015
Thomas Esparza
I use to be so young and free.
Till Uncle Sam got a hold of me.
He made me a lean, mean, killing machine.
So I could be shipped off to war.
To protect where the eagles soar.
I did my tours.
Thinking nothing more.
Till night when all I see is war.
I use to be so young and free.
Please help me rid this PTSD
To all my fellow military brethren out there suffering.
 Oct 2015
Ananya Nagar
तुम्हारे गीत को आवाज़ दूँ
या खुद को तुम्हारा
गीत बना लूँ मैं
जो तेरे होठों से होते हुए सीधे दिल में उतर जाऊं
कैसे कह दूँ वो सब अभी
जो वैसे कभी न कह पाऊं
कैसे बताऊँ तुम्हें
कितना तुम्हे मैं चाहूँ
धमनियों में जो रक्त प्रवाल्लित स्वर हैं
तुम्हे कैसे मैं सुनाऊँ
धड़कते दिल की धड़कन में तेरा नाम
तुम्हे कैसे मैं सुनाऊँ
हर इक सांस में तेरा अहसास
तुम्हे कैसे मैं जताऊँ
मेरे हर एक अश्क में भी तेरा ही अक्स
तुम्हे कैसे मैं दिखाऊँ
कैसे बताऊँ तुम्हें
कितना तुम्हे मैं चाहूँ
कैसे बताऊँ तुम्हें
कितना तुम्हे मैं चाहूँ
Its about the unexpressed love ..
 Oct 2015
Elisa Maria Argiro
Endlessly
inviting,
the river
that flows
between us
flows everywhere
at once

our internal words,
warmed by
being
held for so long
are all at once
sent flying
into the open air

making a splashdown
landing into this  
deep old river,
we hear the words
in our unknown voices
for the very first time

all that we know of each other
is waiting now to be heard

as if this river was a room
and this book that does not yet exist
was open on the table beside us
©Elisa Maria Argiro
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