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The kohl of your eyes makes me crazy
The anklets in your feet
Make a great impact on me
I have fallen in love with you and you with me
What wrong have I done?
Mole of left leg make my soul crazy.
Your styles of every day life is different from everyone
Which gives me peace of mind,heart and soul
I shower all my love on you
I can give my life for you
Neither do I feel hungry,nor do I get sleep
My coy eyes ask when I will get married to you in real life.
I heard what you said
I have chosen you to be my life partner
What wrong have I done?
I dream only about you.
You are my heart beat,you are my soul
You are before me,my sights are on you.
Yes my heart beats for you only
And I allow you lead me where you want to,holding my hands.
You eyes always looking me everywhere.
Yes you won my mind,heart and soul.
You read the tales of our love in my eyes.
I gave my body and heart the gift of our love.
I wove a new dream,
What wrong have I done?
By AKK
Feel like resounded Sankh
Dr Ranjit Dutta
Putting my sorrows in a bag
Loitering around in a market
To find customers perhaps
To sell my pains of the bag.
Price is nominal.
If someone wants more
I may give it free in this chance
To empty my bag.
In the market of illusion
Great-agitation of people indeed!
No-one shows interest to buy.
Eye drops fall instantly,
The weight of bag increases gradually ,
Suddenly, a fire-fly comes by
With her twinkling light.
The rattling anklets and
Resounded Sankh of distant
Embellished my condoling heart secretly
As if a stone carpet of
A Summer's brook hide nearby.
My family spoke two languages
I’m not the same
Results came in still thankless
Feels weird to be diagnosed anxious
Results so plain
I’m still hiding under several blankets
I ain’t sleeping
Then several days went
The same waste stays
Can’t clean when I’m chained by the anklets
Godsent prayers came in graceless
Repetitious technique chased off my basis
I’m jealous of the mares who run the Mesas
Too free to worry if we’re Serbian or Croatians
Expelled air
Pollution of the body left me breathless
I’m no better
Than shoot us in the feet
Allusion of me to embarrass the lesser
That’s no lesson
One among the eight heroine types keen (utkanthita)
to end separation (viraha) from her beloved
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My eyes long for one glimpse of thy visage
That eludes me like a mirage,
My arms ache imagining thy embrace
When will I see thou face to face?
All I desire, thy touch bereft for long,
O come, enliven the lonely notes of my song,
Come, let me remedy the cause
Of thy leaving me, what so hurting was,
Let not go waste this sandal paste on my forehead,
Let not these fresh flowers fade,
Nor kohl in eyes with my tears spread,
This golden belt on waist,
These silver anklets, all my ornaments,
And womanhood of my garments,
Join me to plead: O let no more time waste.
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Natya Shastra | 01.02.2025 |
Note: This is first of Ashta-Nayikas, eight heroine types, as classified in a Sanskrit treatise on performing arts in Bharata’s Natya-Shastra. The state (avastha) of the eight romantic heroines widely themed in Indian paintings, literature, sculpture, classical dance forms and music. Virahotkanthita, suffering separation, is the first of the eight such heroines depicted here in poetic form.
that barn owl in the tree must know something,
quietly it looks, follows all night long,
looks from left, right, left.. like pendulum swing,
its ears pricked, is someone humming a song?
autumn leaves move about in the slow wind,
like wed pair in love frolicking a dance,
wind chime plays loud as the night rains rescind,
past me sails hint of jasmine, dare I glance?
wind keeps the tempo as thunder rolls on,
glass door is adorned in silver droplets,
autumn roses strewn right across the lawn,
do I hear someone with dancing anklets?
Dark was the night and eery at its best,
eyes saw nothing but knew was not alone,
to wedding of spirits, have I been guest?
mystery for me, could the owl have known?
2nd placement
Written 20/10/2023
rhyme abab 10 syllables each line
Tanya Kitchin sponsored
Spooky Halloween Rhyme, Poetry Contest
h u r t me…
with your deadly devotion,
leave lethal love-bites
across pulsing pages…
I ache to wear the burning blaze
of your rhymes around my neck,
to be choked by poetic desire,
to be punished with personified fire…
but what is a jewel
without your touch?
there is no gold ~ free-falling
from outer space,
deeper than sparks rising higher,
in tune with the mercury madness,
the cosmos of craving ~
taste this undying thirst
for ethereal union,
wrist to wrist, poem to poem,
ink to ink, skin to skin,
lips locked in longing,
as I yearn for eternal rest ~
knowing that when
I return, you’ll still be there,
willingly mine, evermore,
leashed to my Stygian stars,
O beloved blue moon rarity,
my Orpheus of musical silver,
where the throb of Eurydice
echoes like the pain of passion
I cradle within ~ heaven’s roses
bruised by obsession,
throned in an orchard of thorns
where every petal bleeds
the fragrance
of fatal fidelity ~
surrender
to my fixated fantasy,
worship the warmth of want,
as I slip into the
void of this endless black,
swallowing the ambrosia
from your acidic tongue
that drips venom and verses,
hauntingly hypnotizing
with the wet
heat of a rain-soaked lyre,
where we will be reborn
from the underworld ashes
of ghost-glazed diamonds…
I crave to be the cluster of reasons,
the wedded widow,
still gowned in viper’s devouring,
chained in anklets jeweled
with jinxed jade,
dragging me down a realm
of the unspoken
parts of the underworld ~
oblivious to the earthly creatures
crawling through coldness…
I am smoothly strangled
by the symphonic sentiments
of a loyal liaison,
an epic obedience,
that made the angels of life and death
weep and sleep
to the sound of defiant dews
of a reckless romance ~
for love seeps from curling
words into a
floundering bloodstream,
tying fanatic temptation
to the corpse tunes of gothic twilight…
Jasmine blooms adorn your hair, handsome
Gold anklets swish neat tales my awesome
henna in those cute hands is bosom
rose tears perfume fills the room, awesome
Your rubies and jade have made you bloom
charming diamond bangles, my awesome
Coal makeup let your eyes fade the gloom
wear the pearl necklace will shine; awesome
Why your blond face peak same as a gnome
The groom's voice from afar, my awesome
Your dresses were snatched here and, there some
captivate with your sparkle awesome
you are a quaint heaven bride, oh groom
you are Soto blessed bride, my awesome.
Written March 3rd, 2022
when elixir of moon drips wine
into the crystal goblet of magic
this late night beguiles my skin, reeling
on a Friday parade of lights;
my hips oh so beckon, swaggering to and fro...
impossible to deny this playgroud of fancy
of a soul flitting in. and out of supple thoughts
when my imagination dangles
on anklets of stars
as naked rhythm grows, my free will abides
to sip the juice of this wondrous ambrosia...
and goddess Isis wheels into the forest
with neon banners,
spinning dream--like fables in my heart
tingling flesh against trickles of time,
where seahorses ride on carousels
where ' a crimson sky breaks the distant shore'
and vivid thoughts spill like silver rain:
in a tower of daydreams or night walks,
visions are spun without question.
P o e t r y
the timeless nepenthe
to my aching soul,
a cluster of calming couplets
caressing the ventricular vortex within my heart.
When dark is the dawn,
when cold is the air,
and heavy is the garnet
I wear around fatigued fingers,
eager to release
the suppressed scars that linger…
Tonight, I listen to the wind
whisper to the waves,
verses of the sea sapphires
mirroring the sanguine sun~
rendered with rhinestones
and rustic rose gold,
as the quill of kismet
drips droplets of chocolate diamonds,
a perfumed prism of petal-like promises
urging my pining silhouette
to pirouette amongst crisp light
of Feng Shui chimes,
emanating a hibiscus harmony
composed from forget-me-not blues,
as twilight envelops
this canvas
in eucalyptus euphoria,
awakening pigments of peace
from a balmy palette of an artist
painting letters of love
in relentless red.
And as the moon slowly wanes,
leaving a starry reverie
embellished with emeralds,
I listen to the redolent rhymes
rippling with
unscripted solace,
like Van Gogh’s fields
flourishing with fragrant flowers,
amidst the angst veiled
between butterfly strokes
of citrine and lime green.
So let these metaphors
from my mellifluous muse,
be coated with neon stars,
as the mind heals
to the melody of melancholy~
my sweet e s c a p e
from poisoned vines
tangled around
amethyst anklets,
rustling with resonant refrains~
for here in this cathartic maze,
I’ve found an ethereal retreat~
soaked in elixirs
kissed by the
singing streaks of Luna.
"When I stare out into the sea, watching its changing moods, I see the reflection of life there and think of life's tumult and tussle on one side and its ease and peace on the other." _ By Poet
When the world begins to close in on me,
I walk to the beach, not too far away.
The sea, ever alluring and new
Yet never changing, sprawls before me.
A sight to ease my weary heart!
The chilly breeze blowing,
The jets of water, dispersing in smoky spray,
The tides rushing to cleanse the feet-
All so thrilling, offering a calm serenity to me.
Sometimes the billows break and roar,
Creating a wild mayhem
Sometimes, the sea lies quiet with no upsurge,
Producing a steady repeating and fading rhythm
When I hear the tinkling sound,
The gentle waves and wavelets produce,
I am reminded of a maiden’s anklets chiming,
As she inches ahead with steps demure
And heart pounding, to her bridal chamber
On her first nuptial night with dreams galore
At times, the tides become thuds of footsteps,
Down the long corridors of time
Tolling minutes and hours away
Thus, the waves advancing and receding,
And the sea, boisterous and brooding in turn,
Remind me of the eternal flux of life,
And the inevitable ups and downs, we all experience!
April.10.2023
~Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘S’ Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France