hambre

the vibrations
permeates into me
I try to transfer those to you
will you please accept it-
letting me have my way with you
piece by piece...
I....hunger.....for.....you
you.....hunger....for....me
why don't we let our bodies
follow our mind and hearts

"come admire the bond,
those silken ties......silken ties"

airing that fire

before I feel you,
I feel the tease of your breath
on my neck-
I close my eyes
suck in my breath,
at the soft touch of you on my shoulder.
you understand my shyness-
your movements are unhurried;
your passion generates fire in me
in that mist of desire
my meager protest disappears
I turn towards you eagerly...

in the aftermath,
you snuggle into my back
and say, "that wasn't difficult, was it?"
cherishing the closeness-
smiling I fall asleep
dreaming of you, of us.

night sounds

fraught with such distraught
in darkness he touched her arm;
said, dispel my insomnia

tattoos, race car, mobile oil and book

he, in that oil-stained overall
works around his racing car
with single-minded passion
that defies everything

she sits in the shade with a book-
reading with absorption

when heat gets to him
the overall is off
sweat trickles down
highlighting his tattoos

she steals a glance-
watches the play of muscles

he feels it too-
measures that intensity
through his own flared feeling
teeters up from his work

her book drops, pages dog-ear
with baited breath, she waits for him

isn't it all so ideal-
her tattooed male smells of mobile oil,
sweat, and flared desire
she succumbing to it all

lucent pearls

a single pearl
luminous
on my skin

your skin reflects
that sheen
of my love

that love
I can't convey
in rigid words

words hinder
close my emotions
contain them in space

miniscule space
can only explode
plundering us

the very us
on its culminated wake
of lusty delight

lustrous lust
illustrates
lucent pearls of sweat

that single pearl
is but a witness
of my disintegration

me into you
a complete journey-
you into me

nature copulates

black vines entwine
to walls in the countryside
thunders bring in the cold night
trees welcome embracing rain
just like lover his beloved

soil awaits its turn
soaking in the water
to its core through it pores
quenching its thirst
as never before

lightning strikes
showing the nudity of nature
in all its splendour
in the arms of water
pouring as if to consume.

the storm abates
hunger satisfied,
each single part replete
the earth settles about
after orgasmic release

ship-wrecked

I put on the absurd flip-flip
I am having to do this
there is a ladder.
hanging obscenely

I go down-.
the oxygen immerses me
my flip-flops cripple me,
I crawl like an insect

I am blacking out and yet
I have to learn alone
to turn my body without force
in the deep element.

the thing I came for:
the ribs of the accident
curving their assertion
among the loyal hunters.

this is the place.
and I am here,
amongst the half-destroyed instruments
that once held to a course

the water-eaten log
the fouled compass
speak of a love
which is now gone forever

skin dreams

so you sleep so peacefully
uncaring that I watch you
those eye lids moving along
with your tremulous dreams
your nose flaring a bit
the rise and fall of your chest
I subtly put my ears to it
picking up your heart beat
I sway to the rhythm of it
I steady myself and
my palms slide over you
your skin seeps ecstasy
into mine. closing my eyes
I join you in your dreams
adding some of my own..

filigreed walls

I pulled the blinds
sunlight percolated
into my domain
filigreed walls
swayed delicately

I felt your pull
drawing me into you
your heartbeat
hurtled into mine
in a staccato

ghosts of the past night
ran away so fast
that I couldn't imagine
they had been there
lying absurdly between us

"now only you, I and
swaying filigreed walls"

mirror cracked from side to side

the mirrored bathroom
reflected the glory that our bodies made
entangled and gyrating to the shower
plaster splitting from those sounds

in the light of this ordinary daylight
chipped mirror reflects the folly of lust
dripping taps, hostile edge of tub
witness to the voices of past memory

"chipped mirror reflects the folly of lust
forgetful of the glory that our bodies made"

I want to get over the border tonight

"I want to get over the border tonight"

for once his words made no sense
mine turned to stupfied silence
what exactly was he conveying to me
was he wishing to be set free of me?

then I thought why read too much in it
I might as well say my two penny bit
"ok go, get over that border tonight
but first come have a sumptuous bite"

"don't worry, I will not let anything distill"
hearing that I felt an unknown thrill
all of a sudden I fully comprehended
leaning closer to him, I took his hand.

"I too want to get over the border tonight"

exquisite tentacle

my palm slowly shapes into a flower
attaching itself to you
you soften to it, letting it wrap you
tentacle of wonder surround us
I peep with one eye
and see you do the same
mystical scent permeates my skin
slipping over yours
taste of you tempts me to explore
so much more and more
exquisite limbs hold us both
grounded on the earth even though
we are in the seventh heaven

"when our inner essence speak
do we need any language?"

over the ridges and hard planes

my palm flattens on your chest
fingers fleetingly flutter
synchronizing with your heartbeat
oblivious to me, you sleep on-
supposedly dreaming of me?

your shirt on that chair
half-torn, gently sways
to the fan above, dancing
to the shadows on the wall
from the starlit summer night

my palm moves yet again
over the ridges and hard planes
feeling the warmth of you
sighing, I fall heavily beside you
contented yet unsatisfied

if I could wake the sun up now, I would
on second thoughts, why should I

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Thanks Aila for the italized line.

soul thrives in vacuum--Bop Poetry

Posting here, another Bop Poetry. This is in complete opposite voice of what I wrote in my last post. Do read that too, if you have not. I like the refrain thing in the Bop as it kind of makes the whole poem come out in a different way. Read the poem without the refrain and you will know what I mean. Next I will write Beat Poetry. Watch out this space!

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in that wilderness of love
closed eyes picture you
musk smell gets to me
nailed to myself
my senses are alive
yet tranquility permeates

lost in you, your touch, my mind
boggles at different possibilities

beating into me
throb of our indistinguishable skin
I shake out of myself
anchoring into yours
even though you clutch
that vacuum you are so fond of
nothingness is something
in which you thrive

lost in you, your touch, my mind
boggles at different possibilities

skin have their own language
breath speak in silence
closed eyes meet
in the way only they know
cohesion of particles is inevitable
when souls submerge

lost in you, your touch, my mind
boggles at different possibilities

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The Bop:

First stanza, six lines presenting a situation, event, or problem.
Two line refrain.
Second stanza, eight lines, expanding on the first stanza.
Two line refrain.
Third stanza, six lines, resolving or concluding the poem.
Two line refrain.

distractingly disjointed

flowers that
we both picked;
sent to me
warped and stained,

stay unwrapped,
precisely like letters-
as from me to you
time has made you

a stranger. maybe I
pretend that so as to
prevent myself from
a predicament, which

is embarrassingly
embracing me even
when I am trying hard
to escape it by ignoring

entangling

slowly you raise both your hands to
my head gently pulling at the pins
your fingers rub into my scalp
raven black silken tresses spill over
hiding both of us from the world
you untangle from it, entangling
me tightly with my own hair
wrapping it around me like your love
I can't move yet I move closer to you
to hide myself from you, in you
if my hair could gossip, believe me
it would have so much to convey

"I know, you know, my disguise is you"

baser instincts

Photo by idigit teddy
artwork Natural Sculpture
from Flickr
originally uploaded here






Attempting Erotica...*grin*

autumn nights
desiring of heating up
another body

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bathed in cool heat
breathless, hair a mess
autumn feels like sex

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writhing bodies
tangled sheets
storm unleashed

spin dryer---read write poem/Monday Poetry Train

We were invited to write poetry by collaborating with a fellow poet. Somehow I could not bring myself to do that. This is yet another one of my rare love poetry if one can call it that! Posting this for Monday Poetry Train too..


love tumbles within me
reminiscent of clothes in dryers.
I plummet, turning inside out-
circling directionless.
I form, reform myself;
when dryer stops.
taking me out,
you smooth, soothe, smell me-
enjoying my clean warmness,
filling me with your quintessence.

Osculate

your kiss is melting
the chocolate in my mouth-
your tongue sweep for tiny pieces
entangled between my teeth.

my teeth try to bite yours-
my tongue wants to throw the
intruder out which is bent on
stealing the sweetness.

traitor like, those crevices
open up, letting you rob
each single molecule of
those aching flavours.

i am left with tasting it
from yours, tongues
enmeshed fighting for
a bigger share.

Ambrosial----prose poetry

This week I write prose poetry. That is a tough one. Lately few prose pieces I have posted elsewhere, have been taken as poetry. I should be flattered really but I intended those as prose! In the simplest of words, prose poetry is a heightened piece of prose which reads like poetry. It has all the imagery, similes, metaphors of poetry but it has no line breaks. To know more about it, please do click here. To have an example of what is really a prose poetry, read this piece.


I hope what I have written here qualifies. If not, all of you are welcome to critique it. I would appreciate it very much.
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Ambrosial

Burrowing her face in the crook of his neck, with the luxury of satin sheets gloriously beneath her, she inhaled him to her core. Softly touching her, sharp pleasure shooting through him, he raised her face to his, his hazel-brown eyes looking and looking his fill, piercing her very soul. Her dark sleep- smudged eyes opened so wide and he wished to drown in them. Turning her around, he placed her on the feathered pillows. He lightly kissed her eyes, her pert nose, moving on to her ears, tracing the shell-like crevices, slowly traversing her sweet cheeks to her honey mouth. Stopping, tasting the essence of her; his hands seeking, pausing, moving... The soft light cast a shadow around them, lacy curtains billowing, the orange moon looking on and blessing. His beard tickling her deliciously to life, her warm hands restlessly moving all over him, wanting, needing, desiring all of him to the very depths of her. Then she woke up...alone.

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Now with line breaks: each single word is intact.

Burrowing her face in the crook of his neck,
with the luxury of satin sheets gloriously beneath her,
she inhaled him to her core.
Softly touching her,
sharp pleasure shooting through him,
he raised her face to his,
his hazel-brown eyes looking and looking his fill,
piercing her very soul.

Her dark sleep- smudged eyes
opened so wide and he wished to drown in them.
Turning her around,
he placed her on the feathered pillows.
He lightly kissed her eyes, her pert nose,
moving on to her ears,
tracing the shell-like crevices,
slowly traversing her sweet cheeks to her honey mouth.

Stopping, tasting the essence of her;
his hands seeking, pausing, moving...
The soft light cast a shadow around them,
lacy curtains billowing, the orange moon looking on and blessing.
His beard tickling her deliciously to life,
her warm hands restlessly moving all over him,
wanting, needing, desiring all of him
to the very depths of her.

Then she woke up….alone!