Original Sin and the Forbidden Fruit

Thy thin waist, the
Twin crescent moons,
In those curves
I dive,
Douse my love, and
Emerge purified;
The puritans, the believers,
Paint it as lust.

Those who look for beauty,
Only in merging with
The one unseen,
Blind are they to nature’s gifts, and
Brush it as the original sin.

Let them search
For the fountain of
Everlasting peace in heaven,
One never seen,
I have found mine
In my imagination,
And is blessed,
By the forbidden fruit.

She wants to live

The idea that germinated as a short story became a poem because of my inability to sit still for a long time to write a story. While the words just flow for a poem, I stumble in writing a story. I realized the poem became long. My apologies.

Her name is not important, a Jane Doe will do
At times she was called by various names
Sweetie pie, princes, baby, love, and whore,

Comparison

Carrying curse of comparison

At the peril of our own happiness

Treading paths

Paved by unfulfilment

On a bed of broken dreams

Faith, Creation and Creator

Rose is a rose
By any other name
Creator, not sanctioned by
One’s own faith
Why is not the same

Losing our faith
We stopped seeking
Finding solace in miracles
Allowing us to be fooled
By afterlife’s dreams

Lured by promise
Of redeeming our souls
Of a heaven unseen
We sold ourselves
Committing the original sin

Peddlers of faith
Conquered and plundered
In the name of the creator
Rained unspeakable destruction
Offer us salvation

Where did we go wrong
We all of different faith
Enjoy the same creation
But with daggers drawn
Defend our creator’s name

Manipulated by the unscrupulous
Mortgaging our brains
We dance, celebrating division
In our creator’s name
Who says creator not the same

TLT: All Good Things in Life…

My mouth drooling, roving eyes scanning the treats, each one tempting me
All good things in life come with a price, reminded my bulging waist
To all of you not volumetrically challenged, enjoy, while I sulk and pay the price of my sin

photo by Baher Khairy via Unsplash

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TLT Week Forty Four

First Woman

This poem is in response to the poet’s billow-April Poetry Month Day 2:
Write a poem in the persona of a person who is the first to do something.

I am Eve
The first woman to
Walk the earth
In the Garden of Eden
They say
I seduced Adam