CRAZIEST  LOVER 

Katak,

You’re my craziest love

in  spite of your many betrayals

and tough trials

you’re my sweet pain,

my cherished  freedom,

 and my  desired chain.

I’m a pebble under the waters

of  your rivers,

rolling  on propelled

by the sands of your desires

with my lust for  the  contours

of  your sensuous  body

changing  into flowers inside my stony loins

before  adorning  your shabby groins.

Caught in  the cobwebs of time

the butterfly of my dreams

wriggles before being devoured by your hunger

sizzling in the huts hemming  the flanks;

I  love to nestle like a  runaway lover

In the burrows of your quicksands

offering recluse to my wild pranks

with the offer of the elemental water of your love

and the balm of your breeze on the banks.

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30/09/14

PLUNDERED PETALS

Why did you go away,

when I ran dry?

in oozings of nectar

in my sweet  womb?

In flow of youth

In my  honeycomb?

Sucking me to the full

at the root of my virgin spring

making  me speechless

like a dumb human  being !

Thrust into  the whirlpool

of a  constant turmoil now

I ponder and lament

In my long days of dry wait

And in my nights

of dreams soft and  wet;

my conscious is flooded now

with a black beetle’s blind love

that flicked my body

like  droplets of dew

from the bosom of night above.

I’m in  the clasp

of your unseen hug now

unable to fight,

you hold me now

like  my petals of youth

nestling too tight.

‘I’m done now’,

I sometimes do feel

but  painful thouthts  of you

in my head do reel.

You are my  day,

you are night,

you are my soul’s desire

my love’s sweet fire

and my dreams ,all too so  bright !

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26/09/14

DROOPING SUN

As the Sun droops into a desired corner of darkness

Under burden of day’s  random thoughts

And the hills at the distance  drown

Like flakes of  ice in light floats

Inside  the  crimson drinks of a sighing  sky;

Blinking  fireflies

search for memories of  their soul-mates

lost in last cyclone

and  the dry river trickles on alone;

the washerman’s wife in  a cool resign

folds  dried up clothes on the bank--

and their children in bare feet look on

into a dim horizon;

buffaloes burning with hunger

chew hay in the darkening fields

drawing their calves still closer;

I ‘m lost in  remembrance of  ripples

of the vanished waters of a young river

whose sagging breasts  now

reflect a glimmering half moon

With strands of pale sands

and bits of  stray skeletons around

where like the spectre of a gliding snake

your  sinuous memories surround .

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26/09/14

A THROB

As the  evening birds grope

the chest of the dusky sky

for answers  hidden in dark

to Day’s each , every why ,

and the jasmine buds itch to open out

to a familiar darkness in your garden ;

I keep waiting for that throb

lost long back in the corridors

of my heart’s Eden—

replicated here in the trembles

of  tender mimosa in the soft wind

their leaves in excitement clapping

in tune with my heart heaving ;

the surfs of memories

tossing my awoken desires

on the bed  of a scented night

where grass leaves ruffle her skin

worn like a chiffon garment tight.

On the ebony of this night

dreams, like fairies alight

and look how our soft breaths revive that throb

before our souls  sweetly unite !

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25/09/14

A GIRL OF EIGHTEEN

I’m a girl of eighteen

In love with my own tune

And my dreams umpteen;

Why do you bother me

With slings of your dry swoon

When I’m in a fling with the sky

And drunk with a wild moon?

I am a girl of eighteen

Envying those rose-cheeked girls

At the college canteen

Trying to flirt with my sweet friend

Who from a fairy land did descend

But now, he my heart does rend

With only tears in my eyes to fend;

I cry under the bower of a silhouette moon

And  hope  to find that real  friend  very soon.

I  ask myself  many ‘whys’ wherever I go:

Driving at night I ask  ‘Why am I afraid

While  crossing   the thoroughfare

Even of persons quite  familiar?

Why am I afraid of my own shadow

While chasing my dreams  lying afar?

Why am I stared  at so long  and stalked

By greedy bees who steal  all colours

From all lovely  flowers?

Questions are many

But answers a few,

I’m still not bothered too much

As I find

My love to be  so fresh and new !

My love of grass, my love of dew

My love of self, my love of the world

And  my love of all  him, her and   you.

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22/09/14

YOUR  UMBRELLA

You hold the umbrella over my head

To stop the drops of rain that Heaven does shed;

Over the arches of my wet consciousness,

Your sweet love’s arbor  of a singing cool  shade !

As the butterfly of your look

Flits across the sky of my heart

Casting a rainbow of desire

Across my drooping mind,

Of roses oozing under rain

Me, you remind;

                                                                             

Where honey bees  of  my looks

Drink from petals of your lips in slow sips,

Along with  rain of bliss  from showers

That in  tune with music  softly drips;

From your umbrella’s soaked bowers

I’m  such a  poor captive

Under your magic powers !

Not knowing when

I have become

Inside your dark tresses

A bunch of aromatic flowers !

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23/09/14

I LOVE DARK

I love this dark that caresses

wounds from common  hurts

in the silence of my soul

when  night after its familiar stings,

to a corner does  lightly stroll

and leaves like drops do softly fall

to the grass of my body

to bury the day’s  tough roll

into the roots of my tree

where I am from all noises of life

completely free; 

Come you dear dark nearer into my crevices,

repeat your soft caresses

bind me to your dark tresses

strangle me  into your gentle breath

and let me  be sighed out

of the nostrils of your jasmines

into  simple  airy nothings.

Comp. n copy right L: saroj k. padhi

20/09/14