Poetry – Fleeting Muse

Chasing a dream

I chase the sunset on different shores,
Over hills and valleys
wherever it goes,
I wake up to a new sunrise
every morning in different towns,
And go to bed on
different beds every night;

Open roads call and
I surrender my will,
I go where the road leads
and meet new people,
Some are white,
some black or brown,
I say hello and they say hi,
They ask where I am from
and I say name of the town;

We exchange greetings
and share some laughs,
They don’t ask who I am
and neither do I,
They don’t ask me
my religion nor do I;

We are just people
chasing our dreams,
We meet and part
with a friendly grin,
With my sweetheart by me
we roll on,
Chasing the sunset
on different shores,
A new sunrise waits
for the morning,
Tomorrow the open road
leads me home.

On a road trip across USA for last thirty five days and homeward bound now. Hopefully in a week.

From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

[I wrote this poem over a span of one month. As the poem is long , I shall post it in parts every Friday. It’s a poem about love but some may find the content semi-erotic. Lest their finer senses be disturbed, be aware and proceed at your own risk.]

Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.

Link to the previous part : https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4mL

Part IV (continued):

Oh shame,
caught in the act!
She opened her eyes full and
from the unfathomable depth
Of her eyes,
She gazed straight into my heart;
She smiled.
Those lips,
Now full and plump with desire,
Parted;
Set of pearl necklace opened and
tip of her tongue gently kissed
her upper lip;
Supporting herself on her elbows,
She raised herself from the meadows and
whispered softly,
My love,
What you see,
Are you satisfied?
Have you ever heard a goddess speak?
Speechless was I.[30]

[December 7, 2020]

As I sat there mesmerized,
Her eyes twinkling,
As if bemused,
She took her feet away from my lap,
Sat upright and crossed her legs,
Took my hands gently on hers,
Looked me in the eyes
and softly asked again,
My love,
satisfied are you
with what you view?
In amazement
I could only nod my head,
My heart about to burst
out of my chest,
It must have been beating
so fast and loud,
Anyone could have heard it
from miles around;
Oblivious to my racing heart,
She took my hand and
put them in her chest,
And whispered,
Feel,
How my heart beats for you;
I swooned.[31]

[December 8, 2020]

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I am on a long road trip at present. Drove nearly 4500 miles from San Jose, California to Albany, New York visiting national parks, monument s and the five great lakes in eighteen days.

Elixir of Life

Blessed are those who
never fought
with their love,
They don’t know
What they lost;

Wretched are those who
let their ego
get to their heads,
They don’t know
what they are
about to lose;

Sweetness of love,
Spiced with bitterness of
truth sometimes,
A few road bumps
on the smooth asphalt
of life,
A wine smooth enough,
Neither too sweet,
Nor too dry,
Is the elixir of life

From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.

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Part IV:

Have you ever seen the goddess of love
Opening the gates of her temple wide,
And lying there in all her divine beauty,
To be worshipped?
Nature had sculpted her with all its skill,
What heavens had bestowed,
Nothing earthly could surpass,
And there she was,
The meadows blessed with her touch,
Languidly lying,
Doe eyed beauty’s eyes half closed,
As if in a trance,
Breathing soft and steady,
A half smile spreading across her lips
from time to time,
Setting sun rays, catching her radiating desire
calmed by happiness,
Painted her nubile body a golden hue,
And I just sat there,
Absolutely mesmerized.[28]

The meadows were silent
except for the music of her breath,
An engine loud
was going full blast in my chest,
No coolant in the world was
good enough to cool me down,
With every breath that she took,
Her chest did move,
With her every rise and fall,
Rushed through my body
the inferno of hell,
Quite oblivious to my state,
She gently opened and closed her legs,
And I lost the keys to my mental resolve;
As the doors to heaven
gently opened and closed,
To calm myself,
I clasped her slender feet tight on my lap,
And Venus opened her eyes.[29]

[December 7, 2020]

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I am on a long road trip at present. Drove nearly 3500 miles from San Jose, California to Munising, Michigan via three national parks and a national monument in twelve days. Hopefully in next few days see the five great lakes.

From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.

Link to the previous part : https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4mx

Part III (continued):

I took her feet in my hands,
Raising them a little,
Kissed the arches of her feet,
And magic happened;
A long swell ran up her legs,
Her twin hills of desire convulsed,
Her spine arched,
Shoulders tensed,
She raised her head,
Pushed my arms away
and turned;
The heavens must have thundered
and opened up,
Descended Venus on earth,
Opening her temple door
To her divine beauty,
Bestowing on her devotee
The darshana to die for;
Sitting on her feet,
I remained transfixed.[27]
[December 6, 2020]

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” darshana ” – view / audience

I am on a long road trip at present. Drove twelve hundred and forty miles from San Jose, California to West Glacier, Montana. After visiting Glacier National Park for next two days, will drive east.

Two Paths Asunder

Shield of convoluted emotions erected,
deflecting logic;
The arrow that left the bow
does not return to the quiver;
Wounded heart bleeds silent,
Pierced by words sharper
than a stiletto;
Stewing in a broth of vanity,
Imagined martyrdom fails to understand
what went wrong;
The road has forked,
Paths diverged,
Promise of walking together
left by the wayside;
Distant horizon reflects
two paths asunder.

From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.

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Part III (continued):

She turned her head and
slowly opened her eyes,
From the depth of those
beautiful eyes,
She bored into my soul,
Quizzing and probing
without a word,
Reassured, she turned her head away
and uncrossed her legs,
Spreading them a little
to free my hands;
As I gazed away
To the tapering
long swell of her thighs,
Sloping down from
the rise of her hips,
To the slight dip
of the back of her knees and
rising ever so slowly
over her calves,
Down a beautiful pair of
slender legs,
Daintiest pair of ankles
they met,
One on the right
adorned by a
thin gold anklet;
My gaze shifting to her feet,
I slowly moved my fingers
down her legs and imperceptibly
she curled her toes.[24]
[December 4, 2020]

The rosy heels
of her slender feet,
Curved to meet
a pair of soft soles with
skins as smooth as egg shells,
Her slender feet ending on
toes long and
in a beautiful arch,
From the big toe
to the pinky,
Nails painted in
dark red gloss,
Sweet aroma from the
lush meadows she trod,
Still lingered on her feet,
Her toes danced in a rhythm,
As if priming my fingers to
play music on,
And I did.[25]

Fetish though I had none
for a damsel’s feet,
It would be a lie if I said
I was not attracted,
It would be indeed;
The arches of her feet
were inviting to be tickled,
But I hesitated
fearing how she might feel;
From the tip of her big toe
to her heel,
Gently I moved my fingers and
her calves tensed and moved;
As she crossed her feet
at her ankles and uncrossed,
The anklet caught the sunlight
and danced.[26]

[December 6, 2020]

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From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.

Link to the previous part :https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4md

Part III

Part III (continued):

My hands moved gently,
Tracing the curves of her hips,
Over the seductive rise and
fall to her thighs,
Her smooth skins broke
out in goosebumps,
The hips quaked slightly,
Small tremors danced across
in a slow waltz,
Rising and falling,
Dancing to their own rhythm,
Like waves cresting and
In a trough crashing on the sea shore,
They moved in unison to my delight;
And just where the hips sloped away,
To meet a gorgeous pair of thighs,
The narrow, thin gorge turned,
And lost itself in mysterious unknown;
Patience, my heart,
I cautioned.[22]

Deftly did my fingers dance,
From her slender waist
Up the rise and down her hips,
Over skin smooth as satin,
Her delicate muscles
Danced sublime,
To the magic of my feather touch;
Oh, how did I restrain myself,
And carefully tasted every morsel,
Visual bonanza that was offered
By my lovely damsel;
As I walked with my fingers
Down the gentle slopes,
I could sense a stiffening of
Her delicate muscles;
Expecting? a heightened desire? hesitation?
I was not sure;
Ever so slowly she moved
and crossed her legs,
And my fingers were imprisoned
in the soft nothingness of her
inner thighs;
I was mortified.[23]

[December 4, 2020]

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Lights & Nights: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #374 Lights and Nights

The moonless night, dark,
Cycle of light continues,
Crescent moon follows.

Life lived in darkness,
They are societies whores,
Night brings on the lights.

Night follows the day,
There will be sunshine galore,
And lights in their lives.

This post is in response to https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/67244281/posts/168208

From Vault of Memories Past – (Continued)

Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.

Link to the previous part :https://https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4m6

Part III

Tried as much as we wished
to hold on to the moment and
stay in that eternal embrace,
Our racing hearts had
lost all controls and
a wild warmth was spreading fast.
With a sigh
she let go of me and
hid her face in her palms,
She turned her face away,
Turned her back to me and
lay face down on the meadows.
A streak of ray through the leaves,
Lighted her back in an ethereal glow,
Cascading dark hairs down her spine,
To the bottom of the
sensuous rise of her hips,
Contrasting the silky smooth
skin on her back,
Glowing in the afternoon sun;
She lay there
as if in a trance,
barely moving.
Her bare back
a canvas for me to paint,
My fingers as a brush
I gingerly proceeded,
Parting her hair tenderly,
I touched the nape of her neck,
An audible gasp escaped her lips,
She shuddered and tensed,
then relaxed;
And she smiled.[20]

As my fingers played
music down her spine,
Gently touching and
probing down the center line,
She tensed and
relaxed in a rhythm,
I could feel her muscles
through her smooth skin,
dancing to my tune,
And slowly I moved down.
Her back narrowed
from her shoulder to her waist,
And then spread wide
to encompass the voluptuous rise,
I sauntered at the slight dip
where her spine met
the narrow, deep gorge
parting her hips;
Fearful of where that
dark deep gorge lead,
I ventured no more.
As she hesitated
and hold her breath
and lay motionless,
I gazed away
from the temptation.[21]

[December 4, 2020]

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