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Sep 2017 · 4.7k
liquid baroque
Poetry First Sep 2017
submerge their trembles
     the intoxicated stars of the night
 into the arresting allure
 of moonlit seas

    under the shimmering cloak
           primal flames of passion lovers invoke
     revel stars in moonbeams wet
   yielding liquid baroque

        crash silver waves
        on compliant sands of submission easy
        gather bliss-tinted surfs
        in starry ecstasy

         flow tranquil waters
        in the envelope of dawn's golden fill
           glow in embrace of gratitude
         souls two in fulfill
Poetry First Sep 2017
splayed splashed and splattered she
shades of ebullient blue on skies languid
and as glided and rolled and pirouetted her spirit
swirled beauteous clouds in bounteous ecstasy
    
pigments of hale she lent to rainbows pale
as sparkled in sun her tinted wings
nurtured beneath them her burgeoning dreams
unbridled in vastness soared her flights a many


Girlhood years ~
                                  ~spirits                     ­ ~ rocking
                                              ~  frolicking
    ­                                                      
                                                   ~like mirthful waves


thence came the age of early youth
when sprouted an ogre from thicket of rules
born of patriarchal seeds devoured her open sky
space where her spirit sang danced and grew

coerced to gulp a concoction made from
meaty pulp of social codes to her hitherto unknown
transformed she into an ‘ideal’ woman
- compliant, subservient, submissive and meek

wishes waned
dreams drained

little remained
of the blue in her skies
and of rainbow hues
Reflections on times when women were deemed fit solely for raising children and doing household chores... And groomed accordingly... Defying their defined role and stepping outside seemed almost unimaginable...

Inspirations from Simone de Beauvoir's quotes-

“One is not born, but rather becomes a woman.”


“Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.”

“Woman is shut up in a kitchen or in a boudoir, and astonishment is expressed that her horizon is limited…..Let but the future be opened to her, and she will no longer be compelled to linger in the present.  ”
Sep 2017 · 748
the intolerant saffron
Poetry First Sep 2017
nibbling on the rainbow the saffron flag
is swaying, bearing
a crooked smiley emoticon these days

sometime ago…
the land beamed with pride
as happy lips of backgrounds varied
in jingles of diversity revelled

but no more, no more today…
scars mar in face of fading acceptance
spirit of songs of oneness being muffled by
voices intimidating, dominant and intolerant

for birds of minorities
dark clouds smear the skies
and fear assails their hearts
to spread their wings too wide to fly

mob lynching awaits if ‘wrong’ meat
found on your plate

and your verses of dissent
could be your gateway to prison
or invite a cold ****** at your door-step
*saffron is the colour of the flag of the right-wing fundamentalists, 'wrong' meat refers to beef that they are opposed to

Free speech and secular values face an increasing threat from the fundamentalist forces. Yesterday, a senior journalist, critical of right-wing extremism was gunned down in Bangalore, India.

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/sep/05/indian-journalist-gauri-lankesh-critical-of-hindu-extremists-shot-dead-in-bangalore
Sep 2017 · 747
carry me beyond
Poetry First Sep 2017
woo me, untrap me, free me –
         lug me into Woods of Freedom,
              bright and of unhindered green
                    perched on Tree of Life
                         as we chirp lyrics of love
                          wrap me in your arms
                        to coil me in twirls
               of your affection umpteen

                     embed me in the Abode Of Bliss
                            in ambrosial chamber
                              of desire and emotions
                                possess my soul
                                and as pour pearls of bliss
                             release me in the River of Amor
                        in currents of it’s rapturous swirls

                  under the silver allure of moon
                      flames on the Mount of Desire
                             let rise the fire and consume
                                 until come falling within us
                               a million stars exploding
                                    
                  ­          then from the Bed of Stardust
                                    to world let’s arise anew
                                           amid beams of bliss
                                           with a bow   to know
                                    of love’s bounteous bestow
Poetry First Aug 2017
like a sword resplendent in cosmic splendour
you struck my horizon desolate
dazzling arc of your luminous reach devouring
several clouds of my ache
dealing a blow on icy lock on existence’s grills
conquered your blade in might
the relentless ravaging rave of demons within

in sun of March by my bend, like a gurgling
stream you flowed
wooing my weary existence in longing thirst
with a swallow of dare
into twirls of your currents I yielded my leap
but soon began to creep
within, healing waters of meaning deep

arose from the spring of your ceaseless warmth
a bouquet of sunbeam dreams
blossomed scented beds of roses red a hundred
sunshine shadow or rain
to dye in cheer my heart your rainbow thoughts
and ever shall remain  entwined with
every breath of mine haunting fragrance of yours
Aug 2017 · 602
a stained earth
Poetry First Aug 2017
shivers fill the bellies of oceans
              swell to skies their wailing waves
rivers curdle in fear turning black
     reflecting dark demonic clouds of hate

             from a crack in clouds
             peeks a helpless sun

in the deathly silence of vales
                          line rowdy chariots of war
murderous to be pursuit of wheels
          more Earth to be stained with blood
sadly, insatiable seems to be man's thirst for war
Aug 2017 · 4.6k
unison
Poetry First Aug 2017
in the secluded shell
            of night
   crimson lips unseal
                                                                ­  
 cosmic stillness stirred
   flower ripples tinted
    with touches tender
      on quivering skin
                                                            ­      
       in moon’s breast
     burns a fire tonight
the primeval fire of passion
              in it melt              
   crystals of our emotions
               pristine  

            a night-sky
            bliss-soaked
             bejeweled

  stars hanging complicit
Aug 2017 · 598
inhale the earth
Poetry First Aug 2017
why close
    the petals of your heart
       or shrivel in gloom  
        bury the worries    
         to inhale sacred
         scents of earth
            touched be
        by comely smiles
        of blooming lilies
           and struck be
        by delightful notes
              of robins
         perched on trees
           shines 'pon us
          the sun glorious
         our precious jewel
         of radiant warmth  
     abundant peace to seek
         for our weary being
    under the protective shed
        with twinkling stars
a rather simple poem to remind ourselves of joys of nature, something which is becoming increasingly alien to most of us in our daily living. wrote this when struck by an urge to run away from the concrete jungle into the woods :)
Aug 2017 · 523
when verses began to sprout
Poetry First Aug 2017
to a summer of metamorphosis you feasted my soul
                      and in copious embraces melted my icy roots
withered the nectar of warm tender kisses
                         the bitter grip of my white winter’s solitude


to call of seasons you uncaged my spirit
                                    joyful flights into spring skies I made
parched soil of mine regaled thick grey clouds
                monsoon rains I drank from the cup of my palms


on net of fragrance of flowers that laced my way
             sprouted verses from kernels of my dormant seeds
petals of rose, lilies, jasmine and chrysanthemum,
                the parchments where I etched lines of my poetry


stagnant waters had moved past cold mute stones
                      with luminous force of lightening in a dark sky
breaking boulders of obstacles gushed a stream
                                        with solutes of emotions and ecstasy
Aug 2017 · 377
you, my root
Poetry First Aug 2017
in the soil of my soul
                 you penetrate deep
you, my root
                      from you I arise…
  
in embrace of your beams
            dawns my day with glint of dew          
whistle curls of my breaths
                       in mirthful surge to merge
in allure of your ether’s blue

as drains sun shades                                                           ­                    
                      into the ocean’s placid cool
on lonely shore perched
                              yearns my restive earth
for haunt of your warmth true

from clouds of your kisses countless
                blossoms tender you rain on me            
you, my love, my moon of bliss,
                        ever in the pool of my heart
gleam your magical beams

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