Emotions

Sitting lonely unbent

With emotions unbearable

Distant and motionless

Eyes sucked in backwards

Dried tears drawing her cheeks

With a heavy heaving

Thundering the unbroken silence

As a new swell of tears

Bead her swollen face

Forcing a torrent

A painful reminder of their ties

Haunting her back with a vengeance

Her empty arms outstretched

Longing as a mother

For the cuddle of her own

The giggles and glances of her angel

That she begot to death 

  For all the grieving mothers, for the beautiful ladies who have gone through pain of lose

My Prayer

But again in age

It is my prayer

That I may know of your odium

That I may not live as a leper

As a sign that I am a stigmata

An impending peril of the day

But again in age

It is my prayer

That I may see the sight

So I may live not in squalor

As a sign that I am scum

An impoverished leach of the day

But again in age

It is my prayer

That I may meet your grace

So that I may never tumble on my legs

That I may count as a sage

But again in age

All is in my prayer

 

The dance

They push and pull

In whispers of silent murmurs

Wriggle and wrinkle

Springs of perspiration

Running down their spine

Heart beat to heart beat

In soft ceaseless groping

Full of hungry moans and groans

In trepidations of pleasure

To the melodies of thumping hearts

And escalated twisting and tossing

Such an involute dance

That slows in puffs and pants

With bodies dragged a part

In desires betraying the will

But with the end of the dance

Escalates another dance
 

This village

So plush this village, yet so small

With a sensual terrain

That kisses the eyes

With lush chubby lands

That lies side by side

Like two perfect mates

So orgasmic 

A pitch of endless beauty

Yet so tranquil in pith and depth

And glowing in vivacity

My arousing village, yet so small