Tag: passion

let us you and I
autumn, Love, Nature, poetry

Let us you and I

Tanya'sopinion

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

of shooting-stars and broken hearts

 

Solitary nights and the bleeding cores

while taking youthful sips of  scarlet

wines flowing from the goblets of deep-sighs

 

Your fingers engraved on my wrists

souls fusing with souls, hearts-

melting with hearts

 

Let us you and I once again

meet beneath the vast skies…

 

 

 

autumn, Love, Nature, poetry

The Autumn Winds

Tanya'sopinion

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 lurks

in the muddy grounds like shadows of your 

long embraces on my soul, the dry barren

heart like the decayed hollows of the dead

tree, I lingered on rootless through the

burial grounds wept and sobbed at the

passing of your warm kisses and gentle

touches just like the death of autumn of 

winds….

 

 

Ecstasy
autumn, feminine, Love, Nature, poetry

Pure Ecstasy

Tanya'sopinion

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 the left-over florets

suckling to the last

drops of heavenly

nectar for which many

virgins slained their

 lives…

 

An ecstasy took over

as if intoxicated of rich

wines from the barrels

of ancient Greek Gods

drowsiness of thousand

opiums seized  the

bodies.

 

My naked body scented

in the aromas of damp

Earth, handsome winter

softly draping me, coiling

me in his strong embraces

a passionate kiss of

morning dew on my

swelled lips,

 

Parched tongues asking

for more nectar, added

dew bites held tightly

against winter’s chest

sun coming out of veils

revealing its glory, dropping

all shames, layers…

drowsiness of thousand

opiums came upon

upon, pure ecstasy

of sheer release…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bagpipers
feminine, Love, Nature, poetry, woman

Swaying To Notes of Thousand

Tanya'sopinion

Swaying to the 

notes of thousand 

bagpipers…

dropping all shames

twirling round round,

like darvesh in 

wild wild forest.

Whatever happens 

will happen!

It’s all god’s will

why interfere

why despair?

Some days are bad

like today,

I am rollin rollin

going spiral down 

free falling..

Thought to bounce

swaying just pounce

dropping shames…

Whatever happens

will happen.

It’s all God’s will

why interfere?

why despair? 

All I can do

is to just brew

drink or flew

some champagne

bubbles …

You can hold

my hands behold

catch me when I am

free-falling..

kiss me or

miss me…

When swaying

with me swaying

to the notes of

thousand bagpipers

Pain
Love, Nature

Fires of Pain

Tanya'sopinion

The mighty gods can wait

and angels can look upon

let me perform the rituals 

of fire, I knew I was never 

the one, hence let me drink

the fires of pain and slurp

it all down.

 

Let the cruel heats dissolve

veins and flush sinful skins,

only the excruciating blaze

can cool off the eternal

suffering.

 

The stains on the bed, the

mute whispers narrated to

me that I was never to the be

one but  I decided to

walk on the bed

of hot cinders.

 

Let me twirl around the

flaming inferno, open

mine manes in the stormy

nights drop any vestiges

of shame and clap while

chanting the name of

Hestia the fire

goddess.

 

Pick with my bare arms the 

scarlet embers to sooth the

wounds you gave, the scars 

you offered, let heat of cinders

cool off the bulbous bones

The blaze dissolve the

poisons of deceit and

trails of  betrayals.

 

Knowing that poison kills

poison, let me kill my woes

with more woes, slaughter

my sorrows with more

sorrows let me drink fires

of pain.

 

 

look at my face
feminine, Love, Nature, poetry, woman

Behold darling & just look at my face

Tanya'sopinion

Behold darling and just look at my face,
do I need more ruby on the lips?
or need to walk alluring with sweeping hips?

Maybe I should too get bulbous bones fixed!
But love my darling is not a spectacle
No! Love is no rosy cheeks or her
dimpled face.

Poets of past who sighed deep and longed
for the fairer beings all turned blind!
Beauty doesn’t rest under your heels
Lures are not in bosoms but in depths of souls

I can arch my brows high if you feel
but you see you will again run up the hill
to find some jawbones are missing still!

Mistake not my tenderness for frailty
Or mark my words for random triviality!
Let’s not avoid me today as always in haste
Behold darling and just look at my face!

Rose Flower
Love, Nature, poetry, woman

Not Every Floret Is A Rose

Tanya'sopinion

To tell you the truth my humble folks

No one ever sang melodies nor I evoke

sighs of love, nor were woven any aching

hymns, no blind poet was ever penning,

 

ballads of mine love, while young lovers

were busy making love under thick covers

I was simply trying to stand my ground

Only trying to nurse some old wound

 

I did have few dry kisses to my share

Enough to call them some sort of affair

To keep the sluggish heart-beating,

And the crimson thin blood gushing

 

For I knew that true love is a luxury

A privilege reserved for not the many

I had vowed my entire life to a service

And all I ever did was the same service

 

Knowing that not every floret is a rose

Some of us are condemned only to compose

Verses of love in the long endless nights

While thinking of kisses in our imaginary flights

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rendezvous
feminine, Love, Nature, poetry

Rendezvous With Mrs.Kim

Tanya'sopinion

A rare rendezvous with one Mrs. Kim

Oh boy!  Oh boy!

how she liked to gleam,

nevertheless, of what weather was like

life for her was always a joy-ride.

 

She liked to ballet and way she moved

the gloomy northern winds also grooved

an enchantress of some exquisite kind

she sure was a sultrous a real dyme

 

She was always the talk of the town

humble men besotted gave her a crown

cruel fate never made her back down

her tale was not the happy kinds

 

Mrs. Kim’s man had never been found

he went far-off never to turn around

left her no shillings not even a single dime

 

Then they were those who frowned

yet roamed in expensive gowns

plagued for pleasures they lacked

 

As for Mrs. Kim, she just laughed till

her heart’s desire with never any ill will

and lived a life, full of child’s thrill

 

A rare rendezvous with Mrs. Kim

Oh boy! Oh boy!

how she liked to gleam.

feminine, Love, poetry, sensual, woman

Neat Satin Silhouettes

Tanya'sopinion

Neat satin silhouettes
narrates a mundane tale
of tireless nights filled
with loops and knits

Days make sense
doing dirty chores
frantic zig-zag
of mood swings

Mischievous curves
embraces salty sweat
carnal desires rebuked
suffered a psychosis

Psychedelic talks
in realms of fantasy
burden of one ruby
ceases any chance

Refuged in verses
of random erotica
eerie silence
possesses sheets

Gaunt couch
joint residuals

Stale stench 
hovers ceilings 
echoes denial!!