Otis told me about this cool
brand new swanky dance hall place,
said it was full of pretty-lookers
with baby doll faces
not the sleazebag rough
******-types, the scary kind.
So I pulled on my best blue jeans,
scooped on a little dab of gel and
checked myself out in the mirror.
I thought, man you look swell,
somebody might say, you're fine
and with those thoughts,
I stepped out
headed on down to the party club,
hoping someone would notice me, too.

I walked on over to the servery,
to sample some dip and savories,
out of the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little babe,
she sashayed across the dance hall,
to make herself known to me.
In an instant, there was electricity,
we got to talking about how nice,
it would be, to get together
more regularly.
I knew there and then,
we were going to be real close friends,
she oozed class and she had me rapt,
my heart beat climbed high,
like, I'd scored a drop dead gorgeous
piece of sugar pie.
I thought yeah!
She'd be the ideal girl for me.

And she would be,
if she could dance the Watusi
she'd be fine with me.
Well, I'm not one
to beat around the bush,
I cut to the quick,
so I sauntered right up to her
and in my smoothest Southern drawl
asked the lil' darling,
"Sweet Darling would you like
a cup of Chardonnay?"
And she, in the most playful way,
smiled coyly and replied,
"Why Mister, surely I would,
I can't resist a fine wine!"

As we sipped on the wine,
there was a warming glow
between us two, we were starting
to cog, like in sync watches.
I thought to myself, I can play
a part, in her every dream,
my lil' darling and I dancing,
to the beat of a lava stream.
We took to the dance hall floor,
expressing our close body simmer,
the Watusi sounds,
had us all a glimmer.

Then we pulled closer,
the gravity was electric,
a sacred feeling,
I could feel between my hips
and she,
she had a primordial fragrance,
I could smell beneath her
fashionable clothes.
Reasonableness was fading
quickly with the pace,
I held her face
and we fell
into another dimension.

A flow of passion ignited,
there was no containing,
the flare,
our lips burnt with an excited
and intoxicating fervor,
our skin to skin contact,
was like an ember.
Eros, had my sugar pie and I
in mind,
when he wrote the script,
to the sensual Watusi bind.

In the warmth, my soul shivers,
as I float above these blissful rivers,
with eyes like arrows in quivers
my gaze, unfazed, silent as weavers.

Dream child in my mind, apparently
wandering aimlessly, deep into a reality,
woven into a tapestry of a dream fantasy,
that I'll keep silent in my life's longevity

Children in my heart’s memories,
fill me up with nostalgic savories.
Thy presence of angelic embrace,
keeping hope in a heartfelt grace.

A shared intention with its comprising fair features!


My repertoire of various contemporized works,
dramatic ballads, songs, and
written descriptions were savories for the moment.
Those were scarcely sweet?
No!
They love the heartily and careful choice of their selectiveness of each other!
In them, a thinker is deeply involved and touched by their profound regard for each other's appearances and soliloquies to reach the hearts of amasses. This thinker who is solemnly and raptured loves their artistic viewpoints!
Thus, creating the perfect seasoning of its flavor and aromatic capabilities for the given taste!

After regaling myself with the art quality, recollective mind, gifted drama, and the stirring piece of musical rendition,
I entered into the zone of lyrics while conveying the pensive tale of my heart and by acknowledging the favor for letting me recreate the negotiating and decorative art from the figments of its creative activity!

My reflecting process was, as usual, sincerely penetrating for your consideration.
And the depth of my inner voice carried a few tender emotions and some unanswered questions!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Sit among the willows
And do not bow your head
Lay low along the sweet grass
Which hides the stench of dead

Bury deep then
Your darkest thoughts
And think upon them still
As they sit with that which rots

It is not your place
To hide your face
From life which already knows it

Foe nor friend nor love long gone
You may not be guided here
The sweetest wine is dust now tasted
Lay low all which you hold dear

The simple savories you indulged
Have bled through bleeding hands
Now twice and thrice they wither
In foreign familiar lands

Take up this sword O daughter, O son
From now until your job is done
Burn twice as bright as me

Deepavali

Kind  Lord, this Diwali, dispel may You, all the darkness.
May go away, all small or big dreaded sickness.
And diminish may, all our physical, mental n emotional weakness.

Also vow I, Chinese products, I will try n ban.
Earthen Diyas use as many as I possibly can.
Ban crackers I will;  pollution they create; harming beast n man.

Umpteen delicacies made will be, some in Syrup, some dry.
Sweets n salty savories, to share with the needy, I will try.
This a smile can bring on their faces, n prevent their hungry-cry.

Distribute I will pencils n books, to education spread.
It is as important as distributing bread.
To think of an uneducated India, I actually dread.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

DIWALI

Kind  Lord, this Diwali, dispel may You, all the darkness.
May go away, all small or big dreaded sickness.
And diminish may, all our physical, mental n emotional weakness.

Also vow I, Chinese products, I will try n ban.
Earthen Diyas use as many as I possibly can.
Ban crackers I will;  pollution they create; harming beast n man.

Umpteen delicacies made will be, some in Syrup, some dry.
Sweets n salty savories, to share with the needy, I will try.
This a smile can bring on their faces, n prevent their hungry-cry.

Distribute I will pencils n books, to education spread.
It is as important as distributing bread.
To think of an uneducated India, I actually dread.

Armin Dutia Motashaw