The word, Saptapadi means “seven steps.’
After tying the Mangalsutra (In Hindus it is a sacred thread of love and goodwill worn by women as a symbol of their marriage)
The Mangalsutra.
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” ― Rumi


Seeing her on the billboard
Was a shock!
A gamut of emotions
Reeled him.
They had been lovers
But, he had only possessed.
It had been his vanity
To think they will
Last forever...
He prided himself
At his prized catch;
He just took n took
His greed boundless
A glutton, he feasted
On her body
Mixing up lust for love.
A sloth, he had invited
Her wrath.....And,
She broke her shackles
Unrestrained, she grew
Yet, envy was all he felt
Seeing her on the billboard.
For - http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.in/
http://magpietales.blogspot.in/2012/03/mag-107.html

Saying goodbyes is never easy.
Some rituals & ceremonies,
Some chants & hymns,
Some offerings & donations,
To cleanse your soul...
To do, what is your duty,
For those who have passed on.
Doing these...they say
The soul raises itself
Towards heaven...
We don’t know
Yet, we believe....
Believe that our loved ones
Are better off
In the next world
Wherever that is!
For - http://dversepoets.com/
http://jennymatlock.blogspot.in/2012/03/saturday-centus-saying-goodbye.html

Cocooned and safe
I loved my life that way.
A knock...persistent,
I always heard you,
Your voice – tiny, yet,
Screaming to be heard.
I just played deaf
Ignoring you worked...temporarily.
You gnawed at my insides
Tearing me,
Making me bleed...Until
I had to heed.
You lead me on,
Encouraged me,
Led me on...to explore
The unknown,
To overcome my fears
And those perceived insecurities
To spread my wings and fly
You...my tiny little voice...
Are the reason for my transformation.

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A BRIEF STORY:
She was a small town girl. Never been to a big city. She gets married to a big city boy. She is dazzled by the city life. It has a lot to offer and she sure is a fast learner.
Her neighbours seem to have it all, or so she thinks. Not the one to be left behind, she wants it all too.
First, the drapes, then the furniture and upholstery. The ladies praise her taste....she is happy.
He works for a private company. His salary barely enough for two. He loves her a lot. So, he takes up another part-time job to fulfil her wishes.
She is busy with the kids to mark his absence. As parents they want to give their best to their kids. They enrol them in a private ‘International’ School. The kids want to be like their peers. Getting dropped to school by chauffer driven cars, possessing latest gadgets and gizmos to play with.
He has taken up a new job, climbing the corporate ladder quickly, tastes power and is addicted to it. He goes jet setting around the globe...home is where work is. He is got into the rat race of making money and has lost on life.
She is busy socializing...shopping with friends, attending kitty parties, getting a membership to a prestigious ladies club and occasional holiday abroad.
Life could not be better. They are leading life...two separate lives. They have everything material that is immaterial to their happiness.
She is made the President of the ladies club. She is envied by others. For a small town girl she has come a long way. She is proud of herself. She wants to share this news with her family.
She comes home.....to an empty nest!

Your scent takes o’er my senses,
Oh! The heady feeling!
My glands on an overdrive
Butterflies in the stomach...
My hands tremble as
I reach for you....
I take a bite
Savour the feeling and
The sweetness on my tongue
The cream melting
Pineapple pastry tastes
So divine....causing
An orgasm of my taste buds!!!
For - http://jennymatlock.blogspot.in/2012/02/alphabe-thursdays-letter-o.html
http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.in/2012/03/friday-flash-55.html