My Kitchen Empire

When my man is under the spell of elusive raven nights, I carry in my bosom a long -held secret, in glimmers of the faint candle-light   I carefully lay my eyes upon the shelves of my oriental kitchen, laden with my bridal  copper pots & pans, embellished of emerald peacocks and exquisite Mughal florets. …

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Let us you and I

Let us you and I once again meet beneath the vast skies hold hands and take long walks   In shadows of blushing trees of fall on embellished carpets of florescent leaves pour out the maladies of the souls   Listen in serenity few beats of our hearts narrate to each other the ancient tales …

The Autumn Winds

You embraced my being like the fallen withered leaves of  the deceased autumn Shrouded me from the chills and breezes I leapt on to you for the  tenders caresses and fiesty cajolings, but  then you  went away like the autumn winds, abandoning   me at a site where once stood an ancient tree the siloutees of whose roots still …

Necklace of Pearls

Like beads of pearls scattered on a polished marble grounds, my soul disintegrated into thousand parts unknown, scattered, knowing that cancer of rage has spread, the lumps of gloom are growing, I a scavenger picked on the left-over carcasses once a live breathing body where blood flew like streams of Tigris now lay blue, cold limpless, still pieces have to be sorted-out …

Pure Ecstasy

The melodious fluttering leaves twirling, swaying wooing petals of the withered flowers doing   belle on the softer orchestras of the hollow winds of majestic autumns.   Shy veiled sun, playing hide-seek from behind the dark clouds, like a coy bride with a mischievous gleam, trying to catch arousing glances…   A lone bee hovering on …

Lullaby of Bagpipers

On Celtic notes of bagpipers on the vast green highlands behind those infinite pastures, swaying pristine cherry-blooms leaves with the melodies of autumn  winds, sits a mother nightingale delicately twining, weaving ashen  wigs to build a nest for land’s cold harsh winters for her  five little fragile babies   on Celtic lullaby of bagpipers.   ” On …

One Thousand & One Deaths

I am ready for the one thousand and one death, unhurried torturous and slow painful even to grotesque death, which I’ve embraced multiple times without any peevish complaints of my fate, trampled and trodden in the jarring folds of hefty Earth. Since my conception in the unfathomable wombs of rusty mud I carried within my exposed heart an aching …