life, Love, Music, poetry

Nineties Music

Twerking to lyres of

profane pop,

sliding steps, bouncy

hips, oozing boobs

thumping beats

shaken to that 90’s

pace, grooving,

swaying to heart’s 

desire, twirling neon

yellows,oranges

nasal notes, forget

jazz ,vintage melodies

or Chateau Petrus, 

dive in cheap shots.

today night lets

struck those

90’s chords..

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Flute
Love, Nature, poetry

Those Rubenesque Flutes

In every fissure of those Rubenesque flutes

I blew to my heart’s yearning  deep sighs

 of burlesque passions,

 

Sync together euphonious hums of those 

unrequited moments, which like whiffs get

infused in elements of thin air,

 

A melodious tune conceived out of the duskier

crevices of fluted grooves where dwells

hooves of undeclared pains…

 

Laments of past, of present of coming tomorrow 

ensembled  by porous winds in those 

dark gorges 

 

Each sigh, every whiff, all breaths harmonized

to escape out of the curvatures of the fabled

 flute of the mighty gods

 

Those rhythms on whom senile poets pen bleeding

verses,Darvash twirls and kneels on tombs

Tempests rage and coil

 

Puff every bellow to fan hollow winds in raven

holes of  columned grooves to release

beats born out of sorrows

 

Grief allows more grief, suffering begets more

suffering, these amorous yearnings will 

Conceive  more longings… 

 

Translucent vibrations begotten out of the pits

of grief and solitude resting since decades

in those Rubenesque flutes…

 

 

 

 

 

 

feminine, poetry, sensual, woman

Belly Dancer

A gentle fierce damsel
A face so exquisite 
From the fertile valley of 
Great Saharan lands with
Voluptuous serpentine moves
Sensuous tattooed hissing belly
Adorned with silver hip scarves 
Softly sexually on the rhythms
Of  Arabic darbuka
Back and forth, side to side
Teasing with tender bouncy
Bosoms trying to peek out, 
Of choli embellished with coins
Transparent meandering harem 
Pants allowing onlookers to 
Have a heavenly glimpse of 
Treasures hidden beneath in 
The sinful darker corners 
Evoking awe, a silent heartache
An ecstasy like being on 
Thousand opiates 

Tanya Shukla

( This poem is dedicated to the beautiful and feminine art of belly dancing. During my long work in middle-east, I got a chance to enjoy this ancient form of dancing, traditionally used to aid women in child-birth)