SPELLS

The heat unbearable
As temperatures rise
My throat goes dry
As I sweat rivers
Under your gaze...
Pure fire of desire
Reflected in them
Sucking me into your vortex
Threatening to sweep us
The inevitable, impending
Storm of our love
I am panting for your touch!
I bloom from your springs
As your hot breath
Chills me to the core
Yet, I melt
As you take me to the
Depths of the ocean
Cold, dark and blue
Raising me to the peak
Brilliant, bright and breathtaking!
Tossed and turned
At your mercy
This sweet torture
Makes me wet
With tears
That rain down
From my eyes
As your tender looks
And touch
Says more than words do.


For - dVerse Poetics

MEANING(LESS)

Deep down in the Anahata
Everyone's good
And everyone is human too.
We want to experience all
We eat
We diet
We drink
We indulge
We also meditate
And contemplate
We have our reasons
We only live once.
We do good...not always
We are bad...not with intention
And we have our excuses
We join the rat race
Just for the heck of it
Following trends
And people
Comparing
Gaining and hoarding
Too much or too little
Never enough
Not really Happy
And so we seek
By middle age
We realize time is running out
We try to make amends
Right the wrongs...


What for?
If everything is predestined
Why try at all?


For- dVerse

ATTRAVERSIAMO

It's ok
Shit happens to people
Same Eyes
Different perceptions
Perfection!!
What is it?
No two thoughts are alike
No two people are alike
You don't see things coming
Until they hit you...
Smack! on your face
Many a times
A result of your choice
Moving on is life
Be open to let go.


For - Poetry Jaam
          dVerse

DAMSELS DAMNED!!!

Born with wings
Every intention to fly
And to reach the dizzy heights, 
Tarnished....
Manipulated by men
Used as a pawn
And many a times a puppet
In their vicious game
Of power and their righteousness
Wings clipped,
She was torn,
Lost her voice...crying,
They were all 
Blind, deaf and mute
Or pretended to be so
So she let go
And beat them to it!!


For - Mag 124

SPLIT.

He would melt at her smile. Laughing at every silly thing she said or did. He was a dotting dad.


He didn't bat an eyelid and smirked while shooting a person dead, cold blood.


He remembered the birthdays and anniversary, was always at his wife's side whenever she needed him.


He was ruthless....raping women in front of their husbands, before killing them both in front of their kids.


He was always there for his family....always moved to tears at the drop of a hat. Emotional.


He never forgot and nor did he forgive. He made the kids peddle drugs and trafficked young girls, sold them. Stone hearted.


At home, he was divine.... a perfect husband and father.


Away from home, he was the devil. Feared and hated by many. He was THE mafia.


For - Mag 123

TORRENT

At the sound of distant thunder

The birds get frantic

To return home...to safety

The wind picks up speed

Gloom around

Blowing up dust, litter and some leaves

People are scurrying too

Everybody likes rain

Yet, at the first drops

Everyone scrambles for shelter

Many thoughts running with them

Late for work,

Late for appointment

Late for school

Just late....

Worrying about their hair,

Their dress,

Their make-up and shoes

Everyone likes rain

I open the window

Breathe in the wet air

The smell of the wet mud

I put my face out

Let the spray wake me

Sitting on the window sill,

My legs dangling...

Cleansing,

Soothing and calming

I let it pour on me!

For - dVerse ~ OpenLinkNight

          poetry jaam - mood swings.

LOVERS' COVE CHALLENGE - 2

Linking after Nilanjana - 


He smiled. He could have said 'yes', seized the moment and the opportunity presented. But, he wanted her to heal first and not get into  a relationship on a rebound.


Lovers' Cove Challenge...please link up your entries here.http://apd-loverscove.blogspot.in/2012/06/lovers-cove-challenge-2-06262012.html

IS THERE A WAY OUT?

Is there a way out?
Memories can be mean
Especially those
Which are painful,
And close to heart,
Those which you
Seem to have let go....
Yet!


There are so many
Fond and happy memories
But, I am still stuck
In the ICU, 
Where She breathed her last.


The very bed on which She lay
Where She fought for death
Days that were a nightmare.


The very bed on which She lay
Her face brightening up
To my presence.


The very bed on which She lay
Conversing with others
Through my words.


The very bed on which She lay
Praying to be free
Of pain and suffering.


The very moment
When She was breathing her last
Praying by her bedside,
Holding her hand and
Hoping....


Is there a way out?


For - The Think Tank Thursday
          dVerse ~ Meeting At The Bar

CONDITION(ED)

It seemed so right then
So, how could it be wrong?
Was it the age? Or
The rebel in me? Or
The idea to overcome a taboo?


Being vegetarians
We were brain washed
Not to touch meat.
Yet, I tried
Fearing my dad's wrath,
It was a big deal
Going against authority
I was both thrilled
And guilty....
But, how could that be?
The guilt won over
And till date
Veg is all I can eat!


For - dVerse ~ Open Link Night
          Poetryjaam
          imperfect prose

LIFE - A PUDDLE.

I hear the shouts and cries and rush to the window to see what's happening. Its raining and some boys are dragging another boy to a large puddle that has formed in the lawn. The boy's screams turn into laughter once he is pushed into the puddle...now, everyone is giggling, splashing and rolling in the puddle. This done, they want to target someone else and so they are off chasing some girls who are shrieking. I am laughing myself.


Life is like a puddle....be still and it reflects what you want to see.
A slight wind ruffles the surface. Something falls in it and it ripples and if you throw something into it, it splashes and dirties you.


"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass,
  It's about dancing in the rain."


What good is a life if it is just still? The fun is when you jump into it, roll in it and get dirty and muddled, and have loads of fun. You can always clean yourself later...;)


For - Mag - 122