A Woman

Hour my body was crafted, it was-not a skilled goldsmith or the master strokes of  Vinci’s or Raphael’s nor was ever any Michael Angelo .   But a humble iron-smith who did the menial job,  took his rusted hammer and a dagger carrying stains of dried blood  to chisel   me-over the  blazing flames.   For I as woman were to …

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Those Charms & Glows

I’ve possessed my bitter sorrows long back, Adorned and wore it as part of my flesh , Pains which gushes as streams of scarlet blood through blue veins, raging as river Nile  Like whiffs of cheap psychedelic drugs, I  consumed every bit and angle of my grief  For a woman doesn’t become a woman until …

THE WEDDING CARPET

In the dark corner of the house adorned a crimson hued Tabrizi rug, gifted to me as the wedding present, imported from the mountains; of Hindu-Kush, embellished with poppy flowers and lovers’ passionate hugs Violet borders bejeweled with a fine needlework of embroidered springs.   Especially handcrafted from the hands of a virgin maid with …

Another Loilta ( Revised)

Stretching apart her thin toothpick legs  Sat robustly on his stunted arthritis legs Suckling chocolate lolly-pop euphorically  Careless licking melted cocoa from corners of lips  Droplets of sweat accumulated on the forehead A raw beauty in the care, guardian of Venus two steps behind womanhood Could feel the-hard bony rib cage against His sagging rotten flesh, …

Final Liberation

The exquisite hope diamond ring that was tightly wrapped around my shaking finger, is it enough to keep me chained or do you think I stayed for a few golden jewels? You can very well tie me with the,shackles of your heart’s desire and lock my yearnings in an embellished magical lamp and seal it …

The Gypsy Girl

Meant to be in arms of million men Faint smile with a walk of Sophia Loren Moving and swaying as wind does  Mischievous in her talk, careless in the talk Ferocious and evil as a twisted Medusa  She exudes aroma of a cheap French Perfume  Mysteriously glances from the corner of her eyes Loosens up …

Sometimes I Sip Sooty Coffee

On my way to home, there are moments when I casually sip a dark sooty coffee, ashen black to remove the stubborn charcoal stains from  my green heart, legacy of a sheltered sub-urban life, I meander through the curvy narrow lanes, stretching wide from top like sagging bosoms but contained through metallic wired frilled brassieres and …

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 …