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.]

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

Part II

How does one write about one’s own heart?
A feeling that lies buried deep inside,
Carried to every part of one’s being,
A constant reminder of being alone, but not,
A dull ache that throbs,

A painful reminder of what could have been
and now never would be,
Memories that would be carried

for the remainder of the life,
Memories that cut deep and slowly bleed pain,
drip, drip, drip,
Freeze the moment and stop time,

exhilaration and it heals.[9]

The moment from eons ago
when we first embraced,
My fingers stroking your lustrous hair,
A wave a satiny black cascading to infinity,
Darker than the darkest night,

Like the darkness from the abyss of a bottomless ocean,
Sweet fragrance of jasmine

wafting in the air from the wavy darkness, and
lost in the depth of those dark waves,

My fingers touched
the graceful arc of a swan’s neck
and I found heaven.
[10]


[November 29, 2020]

Pulsating veins in a neck
gently bent backwards
as my fingers traced up,
A beautiful song in the making,
Quivering rosy lips parting softly,
Hint of a pearly whites necklace
showing the tip of a rosy tongue,
As I softly touched those inviting lips
with the tip of my index finger,

A soft moan ensued
and the most beautiful pair of eyes
that I had ever seen,
Opened slowly and looked into my eyes;
And I sank
In the deepest mystery

of those bottomless eyes;
Rendered senseless.
[11]

Thin eyebrows arched like a bow
framed a smooth halfmoon forehead
glistening in the afternoon sunlight
filtering through the leaves,
Unwrinkled smoothness that
unable to contain
the beads of pearls of rising passion,
let it flow over the bridge
of the slightly upturned nose,
perfectly angled;
And as it dropped ever so slowly
from the tip of the nose to
moisten a pair of thirsty lips, I gasped;
No salt of passion ever tasted so sweet
to the waiting lips of a thirsty lover.
[12]

[November 30, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

Connect with me in twitter @pranabsarma2020

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.]

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

Part I (continued)

Please come near.
Age has robbed my vision;
It is not as clear.
You say it does not matter,
You promise to speak,
If I keep my eyes shut
And let my
Feelings speak.
[5]

My hands cupped in yours,
Lilting voice I
Waited so long to hear.
Lovingly you spoke.
“Keep your eyes closed, my dear, and
Feel me with your imagination,
Fill my heart with tender words,
Words of passion, not of lust,
Words that a life-time will last.”
[6]

Touch me, my love, with your feelings
From head to toe,
And whisper those words of love
In my ear.
Let your imagination sculpt
A picture of my youth,
I shall always carry with me.
Let the passion flow
And let us flow
In the torrents of love.
Vagaries of time may be cruel,
But we shall have enough,
To last a lifetime and more.
[7]

Don’t hold back my dear,
I have felt your touch before;
The rousing passion,
Love mingled with lust,
The explorations and the discoveries,
All inhibitions shredded,
All these years I have carried you
Inside me.
Today, let me hear in your words,
Strip me bare,
And let me feel myself,
In your words,
Let me quench my thirst.
[8]

[November 25, 2020]

© Pranabendra Sarma, 2021

Connect with me in twitter @pranabsarma2020

Global warming : RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 214 Lack & Fool

This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

Drought, Desert, Elephant, Dry, Global Warming

Photo from Pixabay

Lack of clear vision
Leaders fiddle as earth burns
How foolish we are

A lack of conscience
Only fools deny science
What global warming

Break the defined boundaries

Defined by boundaries set by self
We suffer in silence having lost our ways,
Seek solace in teachings of gurus and leaders

Who are defined by their own boundaries.

We flounder, exchange stories with fellow travelers
Like lemmings, we trudge along to our destiny,
Mistaking as goals expectations set by others

Aspire to conquer great heights, hope of attaining solace.

Those who get to the top of the artificial goals
Blinded by the darkness at the top try climbing up again,
Others left behind burrows deep seeking a way out

Mortgaging our lives in search of elusive expectations.

Seeking happiness in trinkets of technology, a mad rush for speed
We fail to see the key within our own hearts.
Dancing to the tunes of puppeteers unseen

We have forgotten to stop and seek within.

The power to scale the wall, break down the boundaries
Lies with each one of us if we dare to seek.
Not to conform, not to rebel but be our own

Salvation lies in our hearts, if we dare to slow down.

Not to worry what we have not, not to demean what we have
Proud and content in our uniqueness, compassionate to others,
Breaking the artificial boundaries, armed with newfound vision
Find ourselves, happy, and light the lamp of a new dawn.

Venom

Don’t fill your hearts
With so much venom
That your own blood
Is poisoned
Don’t cover your eyes
With such tinted glasses
That you have only
Tainted vision
Don’t fill your brain
With thoughts of revenge
That you stop thinking
Uplifting thoughts
Don’t fill your mind
With filth and garbage
That you become oblivious
To truth

Open up your heart
Take off the shades
Clear your brain
Let the mind explore
Engage, not biased
Let truth and peace prevail
Expel the venom
Lest you destroy yourselves

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