Nausea...

a broom
dips and highs-
as lavender flowers
on crumpled stole bloomed;

kissed- the first time;
Amethyst was the colour.
pale greenness
moon beams abundant...

parched dry the tongue
at the roof of  mouth;
eyes; that drooped like wilted lotus
his lips down the throat

into the dark eyes
saliva from his mouth froze
almonds like sore nipples
burning womb

a dark secret-silent lover lingering
every night...

DIPS and HIGHS!

My flesh sweet oil-

against the sun
i close the shutters
abode, home, nest, lair

Tomorrow-
The phone is dead
an open line...

Hiccups-

scented desire
sweat in its vapors
against his lips his teeth his tongue
smell of his deodorant real.;
the pale pink insides
stings; soothes-
between the desert sand
the color
of your Denied child!

among green fields
like pinpricks
DNA of loss!

a kiss- Any-more!

Dark lush hair
caressing your ankles...

tethered dreams
hatred seethe
virgin nausea
truth-
of your thighs
the silent demand
flower garlands of jasmine-


Painting by Rabindranath Tagore.

Beyond..

(chasing her yellow laughter
a boy would catch butterflies)


the drying buds
of roses silent curled,

wafting aroma of cinnamon sticks
somewhere ...
eying the jars of spices
in the quiet of an afternoon



a navy sky grows weary of the blue...

Moon Flower..

tinkling of my bangles

the salty smell of your ocean

footfalls echo somewhere deep down...

keeping secrets
wrapped in a threadbare shawl;
parched with thirst
She opens her heart
a princess with never a crown
dances wild; dances free
bridges of Madison county-


a tire hiss in the tangled night
fireflies lurk,caught beneath an imposing moon..

P.S

i located this painting in the blog..http://janettmarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/moon-flower.html

Moon flowers are generally white but he painted it other wise as he believes painting it from heart.....:)

Backless...

Filled with summer's heat
heavy scent of stifled air
the urge-
our pupils spoke
strong;
dark cappuccino sipped
i bathe in-
the water melon in our lips
dampened earth; my dark raven hair
mangroves
between your words
flows of rhyme
tainted dreams...

Above the moon...

The sun played on the floor
as sweats trickle from your brow;
bed- soft and warm
in spectrum of colors
scarecrow watched in silent thought
the koel on the kadamba tree
waiting for me, you:
Squint your eyes at the cistern-

Just when-

Wrapped myself
up like a caterpillar
dusk turned purple-

a new piece of world stand
darting to the corners

my body rot~

to write of the kisses stolen
the thick warmth
 running-
tongue across
tasting his sweat
its stubbornness
infuriating;
fragrance of the musk
under my breasts
scent opened her portals
played his lilting tune
as his teeth bit hard
on anxious flesh;
he ingests
riot of purple
his lips
rip my skin
logic flirts
slowly down
so precise
that inside
he loves
in savage feast
between...

beneath where
timbered dreams
weeds that grew a wondrous  green~

P.S

for my city Calcutta...

The Only Witness...

 

In his jockey shorts-

she has the quiet ribs
of a salamander;
Bee sting kiss
the unaccustomed heat
clumsily stroking her
in the darkness
her stomach to her thighs;
crossing the old pony post road
with sheets and blanket
against her protests
burning on bonfires
the warble of nausea
comes;bang up!
her shivering body
begins to grind
focused
the ripples of hatred;
Detail;by detail
Fighting a losing battle
like streets you read about every day-
 

away from her body
something ticking,
tick-tock-tick-tock
 

An omission
the only witness to a rape!

 

Blue gentians sway !

Moon spun volumes of theories
a secret in my inner thigh -

Let me whisper against your skin.

Let the nib of my tongue write

in continuum
ferociously, deeply,

inscribing in circles of pleasure
the hush and the sighs...

And I...
shiver like leaves in a storm
pleading, yielding, moaning
to go on...
Let your skin listen
Let -

Hunger kiss beneath my coiled breasts

Let your body curve
to receive the tempests.
let my tightening nipples to smear phrases.

In the quietness of our sweat-

Branches of you and me

Blue Gentians swayed...

SEPTEMBER~

Sweat from the palm leaves; salt
the brush down her cheeks

cranium blossoms
whorls of bleeding red-

florescent green
the navel of the universe

its russet mane
 pulsing deep;

after he kissed

in luxurious mud

Love like cirrus clouds...

sticks that crow from the broom carried !

The tick of chopsticks...

wind's breathless play
the backwards way;

mood of Nimbus
i tickled his temper;

your fast breaths
hurricane orgasms

pulsing
swelling

growing my forest

of fallen leaves-

Perfume of mildew

drowsing brown forest
to spread a blanket
under wind polished blue...

The stranger turns out to be you...

widow wears white -
beyond that
little or nothing
your face is beautiful, the way it is....