head – Fleeting Muse

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-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.

Answers

Many questions
Provide the answers,
Many does not need one,
In the matter of hearts,
Many a times
Answers not required,
When in love,
Heart does not wait
For the head
For an answer.

Poles Apart

My sight fixed at the magnetic north

Dismayed to see yours follow your heart

Our compasses poles apart

Enjoy the peace of your ego and emotion

Let me be at peace

With my solitude

Not that I was craving loneliness

But our paths diverged

The matter of money

For those with less of it

In the matter of money

There is a wide chasm

Between the head and the heart

Difficult to bridge

By logic

Heart wins at a cost

Of pockets lightened

As the pocket gets lighter

Heart gets heavier

And head weeps lonely

Everything is not fair

In the matter of money

One-Liner Wednesday – Heartbreak

This post is in response to Linda’s #1OneLinerWednesday.

Heartbreak,often, is the result of not listening to one’s head.

Friday Malady:Honey and Spice

Took doctor’s advice
Too seriously, to
Make life
Sugar free
Told my betterhalf
No longer will call you
Honey
Will call you
Spice
Bump on the back
Of my head
And a nasty
Headache
Constant reminder
That nothing
In life
Is free
Even sugar free
Comes with a
Price

No reason to cover my head

I had no say in the beginning
Neither did I chose where to be
Do not care where and when it will end
Will deal with the hand that was dealt to me

Life’s a stage that I will stride alone
Supporting actors may be many
Invisible director may be pulling the string
My performance not comparable to any

Why should I be ashamed of my act
I am not indebted to anyone
Not the one who may be pulling the string
It’s me who controls what’s being done

Survive or thrive, does it matter
What matters that I’m here and now
I will keep rowing the boat
Until the time comes to take my final bow

Answers to an unknown past and future
Neither going to ask nor required
Will perform my act to my best
There is no shame in failure
No euphoria in success
What matters that I exit
Being true to myself
No reason to cover my head