Below are the all-time best Mehnaz Veetil poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
Only because of you...
Hopes closed in,apocalypse seemed better
waves of remorse swept me to the depths,
darkness as pitch black night ossified me.
My sorrows ,my blues and me .I..
Lost,a loser.. I was tagged ceremoniously
dumped upon mind's dusty attic...Then,
a slight wiggle you did, a soft kick
within my womb my being read .
My seed within me feeding on my loser life's sap
from vessels that I once longed to slit,
roused my head away from the vices of the world
urged my lung to breathe and brace, a new beginning.
You burgeoned me ,filled me up,my baby
drained my blues off, drop by drop,my baby grew
took my hand and led me on to meadows green
You and I , our chord of love unsevered.
blurred visions .frumpy fears, weary thoughts
all chased away by years of magical love
A shining gem ,my darling daughter, says to me
'Take care,I need you more than you need yourself!'
for the contest,Chasing the blues away.
A WINTER SECRET: Confessions of a woman blessed with true love .(for Mix It Up contest)
frost shields the window
deepening the sleep within --
The winter chill cut deep. An eerie frosty silence loomed all over white stillness. Glad, my heart was the only thing that was on fire .But it had been so since the advent of that winter. True, funny too, I had met him only a couple of times and spoke to him just once. Then, our eyes had held each other’s in rapturous oblivion of the commotion around us .My heart began its tremble at the very thought .I was deeply intrigued at the throb, but I let it stay. It was a sweet tantalizing torment .I disguised all that girly cravings in a sophisticated smile and appeared composed. All the while the feminine faculty raced frantically within the psyche to sort an answer for my mammoth attraction and hazed feelings… can it be love? I pulled on my mauve suede jacket and ankle high boots , let myself out for a tranquil pace of contemplation free from the ribbing of reality. Shamelessly banal, I began. Was it his sleek movements, or his deep tawny eyes, or his frank demeanor, or his graceful hands? I was panting. I stopped there .I entered a café for a warm recluse. As I waited for my cafe -latte at a corner table, I was drawn into a penetrating set of eyes, caught quite off-guard. He approached me and with that throaty chuckle and sincere plea, he asked me out for a walk. [Crazy? I thought to myself when I saw the soft drizzle outside].
We walked along the slippery side lanes .Heavy lidded and glazed, my eyes picked beauty in abundance .Everywhere .My hands deep in pockets and chin held up, I gave a good pretense. To look calm. But my nerves were crackling in excitement. Winter winds were harsh .He took me home. Astonishing ,I found myself talking to him with an astounding ease.Waves of warm love exuded and all I longed for was to be in his arms. But I sat there with a put on stoic diplomacy. Tapestries were classy and beautiful, I noted. And that was all .Vision blurred and wild honey flowed... I felt a warm homecoming in his arms, as natural as a flower blooming under tender moonlight....
the moon shines
on two sated lovers --
cell -phone rings
For Debbie 's Mix It Up Contest.
EYES that were veiled
Beauty of my love lies in the eyes
for her, fire in them resides
a few shield them with lies
but why, veiled have to be these?
It is the dust, father joked
Religious texts mother said
Others gave a look weird
When asked why they' ve to be veiled
Culture?or Religion? Or something else
A taboo for sure there exists
Born for stealing those cherubic hues
But why those beautiful eyes under veils?
The kiss, yours
Lights On Water
Lights adorn lovely night waters,sparkling flecks of diamonds
Ripples ...at mercy of silly pebbles , or windy rebuke
Serene beauty ruffled ;what gains ,what pains -left unaware.
The ghats,grey serpents in green thickets
cool and moist, dampens restless midgets
There ,in a hotel ,in the lushness of the tropic's crown
are trees mighty tall with neat flights of stairs hanging down.
stood perched on trees, a cabin each of uneven logs
with wooden planks hand-polished to parqueted floors
A large cypress cot,an inviting bed ,the sensuous Umrao-Jaan
on canvas overhead, glowing in hues from a crystal pan
white porcelain figures, lovers dancing on mantle;love lounges,
windows open to wild flora , a few ripe mangoes hanging in bunches
On the rails ruddy jasmine vines flaunt little white stars
antique bamboo lanterns at the door , happy to be ajar
warm aroma from oils of wild-herb toiletries exude
wanting a trickle on the heated hearts' pursuit
cute candles whispers roses and jasmine in the air
nothing more, the imp of the mind feasts on love in the air.
on the small balcony , the cool breeze of the underwoods caress
In this tree-house,bask in nature...at its best to soothe five senses.
Mother, Middle Aged.
Forlorn, she sinks into the abyss of a middle aged
mother, her pupae no longer the apple of her eye.
Baffled, she sees her cocoon torn open and barged
hastily, fumbling in quest of sham grown ups’ pride.
A mother she remains, middle aged. Spiteful and void.
scent of the rose
kindles love in her eyes--
wine glass clinks
the lovers drink
wild thirst in their first kiss--
golden moon shines
supple skin fades
yet love swells over--
is nature envious?
The Lamp In The Shrine , She Kept Aflame
(To give life and love, is the substance of a woman )
Every dawn, sprite in self, since her childhood
a midst white frost, run to a shrine she would.
Among the Himalayan folds it stood,
fed with virgin snow and made of thin wood.
Aflame ,a lamp she kept, under a hood
in that shrine so sacred , where all found food
for body and mind, old and young, lewd and rude,
weak and strong ,life and love, holy and good.
Never once since her day did the lamp brood,
fed it with substance of her own and brewed
She knew she should, as did other folks too,
lamp of love if gone , life, would be gone too.
A Life Lost
blue ocean waters
jewel- like fishes abode
old sucker -cat dies..
*my sweet n brave goldy(golden sucker cat fish)dies of white spot disease . :-(