Naked

Slowly rising steam from the cups of
steaming coffee
camouflaged your apparition.
As your lilting voice spun
mystical stories,
My mind slowly disrobed you,


exploring all the nooks and crannies,
tracing every curve, rise and fall,
undulating hills and the flat valleys.

Try as I might to turn my eyes,
I could not avert the magic of your eyes,
and sat transfixed.
As Dr. Jekyll, my conscious mind, constantly chastised
Mr. Hyde, my sub-conscious,
I struggled to keep my focus.
Ashamed of myself, as the lascivious
voyeurism of unbridled libido
drove my mind to uncharted territories.

The warm sands of the beach
spreading the heat to our naked bodies, and
as we lie side by side,
I bared my mind to you,
and was mortified to see the hurt
on those turquoise eyes of your.
As you gently took my hand
and looked me in the eyes,
and put my hand on your bosom,
I could only see the unfathomable deapth
of the ocean to drown my lust,
and I died a little.

We walked hand in hand and entered the sea,
the water around us evaporated from
our body heat.
Lying there on the sands ,
with the canopy of star studded sky
as the roof, sea breeze encircling us, and
darkness of the night clothing us,
we slept on each other’s arms,
with the waves singing lullabies,
gently caressing our feet,
till dawn’s golden lights bathed our nakedness.

The steam no more rising from the
stone cold cups of coffee,
no apparition floated in the mist,
and then I saw the unfinished question
in your eyes.

Now that I bared my heart to you
in all its stark nakedness,
I can sincerely say,
I can not promise the earth and the moon,
neither can I promise a future unknown,
only this I can say with all honesty,
to give my everything, me,
flawed but with heart burnt by fire of hell
and turned to pure gold,
ready to take your hand and
walk to the edge of eternity and beyond
by your side ,
and ask nothing in return,
for this is not a deal.
And if that is not love, then I know not
what love is .

As you got up to take leave,
with a twinkling in your eyes
and smiled,
I could see the hint of a promise,
for which I can wait,
what’s a life time when eternity waits.

Then the apparition was gone.
As I took a sip of the cold coffee,
a divine warmth radiated through me.
I bared my soul and I feel
naked no more.

Friday Haikus: Two sides of the same coin

blazing scorching sun

as life flow from the warm touch

deadly heat stroke strikes

*****

gently kisses moon

burnt and barren, hidden pain

reflected love shines

*******

as cooling rain falls

life sprouts, joy, and rivers swell

devastating floods

*****

soothing ocean breeze

moisture laden clouds yonder

deadly cyclone lurks

*******

earth that nurtures all

inferno raging in core

masked appearances

*****

mysterious life

where beauty lives, evil lurks

share the love, moon does

Nature Cry

As the blazing sun

Dips its toes

Into the emerald blues,

Nary a cloud

On the pure blue sky,

As the larks head home

For the night,

Do you hear 

The sound of silence,

As a gleeful

Nature sings.

Nature sings,

As its self professed

Best of the best,

Keep themselves confined 

To their homes,

Scared of the tiniest unseen,

Nature heals.

Nature heals

Of the sacrileges heaped,

Cleansing slowly

Accumulated garbages

From time immemorial,

Nature sings.

Nature sings,

Do you hear

Nature sing?

Listen carefully,

It may be fleeting.

Sure as sun will rise

In the east,

So will we.

Enjoy the pristine

While you can.

Oh ye of short memories,

We are born

To destroy

All that is pure and free.

We never heard

Nature cry.

Home — Jane Dougherty Writes

This started as a comment I made to Jane’s poem today morning to which she responded immediately with a beautiful follow up and I responded back instantly.  As people say, the rest is history.  

 

The Oracle suggested the first section of this poem which became a collaborative poem when Pranab (in bold) chimed in. Why ask where home lies? Look out on the night ocean, listen to its wings beating, see how green morning wakes, slow and soft as peace falling, stars wheeling, in the vast silence of […]

via Home — Jane Dougherty Writes

Let me go in peace

Grant me the wish
To go in peace
To go in one piece
Not fragmented by
The hatred of
The mercenaries
Neither do I wish
To grow old such
That all pains are mine
And the doctors rich
Let me be in peace
If these old organs
No benefit to the living
Through me in the ocean
In death may
I be useful
If not to humans
Atleast to someone
Who will enjoy my taste