What pretty, precious oystered pearls amid buried, bedded bijouterie! She knows of breath beyond deaths, knows of the lost in living lives... Boundless, bottomless, her intelligence. She unmasks… She mystifies…
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My Beautiful India
She's the jewel of the East adorning the golden necks of Gods and Goddesses. A sculpture, she, to marvel at- a complete temple in herself! She's the flavour of the earth, sent in ancient carts of heaven laden with salts and spices-
Ode to Ebony
My! Does she have a temper when confined to pins and clips- whispering, sighing audibly (even slyly learnt to flip)! There have been times, I must admit, when I've even caught her high to that dangerous static electricity... scaring my living daylights!
Vaikuntha
Eyes like the ocean oh Vishnucosmic, mischievous, ever trueIf you swim, you floatendlessly When you drown, you seeyou've only just found the beginning Now it's you dancingin a blue summer dressnow you're laying languid in almost green grassNow you hear a songof both sky and stone...this, the secret ocean and you're innermost Here's what I… Continue reading Vaikuntha
Why the moon follows you
© When I was a little girlone of my coveted pleasureswas visiting dad at work,and returning home with him at seven in the evening,when the moon was up.He held my hand tight and walked very briskly as I jogged by him to keep up;with my eyes on the moon and never on the road- carefree… Continue reading Why the moon follows you
Jewelry box
She had a comb-pin of emerald that sparkled in waist-length hairof green buds and flowers and gold leaves intertwined in an embrace I remember being mesmerised each time she descended the stair at family parties, in her delicate pistachio sari- herself, a jewel so rareHow beautiful she was, in her lovely elegance and royal ways… Continue reading Jewelry box
Shelley
A violent summer storm'twas said took him washed ashore, unrecognisedsave by a copy of KeatsO poet, your passion your rebellion I applaud'Mad' may you have been But you're one of my godsThe first to truly inspireto whisper straight to my soulyour words came to lifethe moment I held them close And though I may wanderI… Continue reading Shelley
ALL MY WORDS…
I kissed each letter before blowing them to you, in words this dancing heart inscribed, as the soul lit up in love's blushed hues, the yen for its mate swelling like the moon's tide. Orbs of words whirled around in pink promenade, quick stepping to amorous sentences, as sweet rhymes formed into a tender serenade… Continue reading ALL MY WORDS…
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