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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 12
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’
Sweet fragrance began to flow,
Taking smell from the flowers in bloom,
And flowered creepers began to hang,
On the arms of their beloved trees.
All flower plants were smiling in bloom,
Spreading their charms all around,
Deer were revealing their passion,
By engrossing in the ecstasy of pleasure.
The golden rays of Sun,
Were spreading their magical brightness,
Making Nature smiling, in a bath of pleasure,
As it bloomed suddenly from childhood to youth.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 3rd May 2012
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it is one of those dinners
leaning in the doorway, she is working
to her, this is a simple one
spaghetti ala Carbonara
she explains it to me as she processes
pancetta is meat from pork belly
salt-cured in black pepper, other spices
made with egg, hard cheese
prefers to use the spaghetti noodles
altho other kinds of pasta are used
you may also use guanciale for pancetta
she fluctuates between Pecorino, Romano
for her hard cheese
before her, i also varied my cheeses
white and yellow American cheese
which soon disappeared in our marriage
leaning in the doorway
i am enthralled still as i watch her
years have only increased my ardor
and i do listen to her every word
upon the plate, it appears
garnishes with a grating of Parmigiano-Reggiano
topped with parsley
bread smothered in garlic, cheese liberally sprinkled
salad of spinach, kale, arugula, topped with
cherry tomatoes, black olives, her own dressing
sworn to silence about the dressing ingredients
at dinner, she explains the eggs
they feed the chickens marigolds to add yellow
the creamy is obtained by correctly emulsifying
eggs, cheese
using some of the water used for the pasta
i have heard every word
never taking my eyes off of her
now you may ask, hasn't she said this before
i will tell you, i heard every word
this is the woman
to whom i was reading poetry
on a park bench, a ritual in our lives
where love walked us to the aisle
praying Cupid would grant my wishes
unleash a quiver of arrows
suddenly streets were amok
full of beggars upon horses
she reached over and closed the book
then said, shut up and kiss me
my patience is at wit's end
love is mysterious in its ways
it is inside humor we share
over a plate of spaghetti ala Carbonara
outside the world dances in its din
the furnaces of stars churn away
and not once have the marigolds
at this table produced nostalgia
for my yellow American cheese
i have heard her every word
it has kept me on my toes
that life never presents her
at wit's end
3/5/19 Kismet
Smiling, it squirts its juices,
delighting in matchmaking,
just like Cupid, whose misaimed arrow,
it recalls, once struck it.
Lucentio and Bianca:
a happy match;
they owe much to it, it knows.
Lysander and Hermia;
Demetrius and Helena…
well, they eventually thanked it too.
But Queen Titania and Bottom…
Love-in-Idleness giggles
…A flower has to have its fun.
Its scans the sleeping eyes
wondering who is next
for its powerful love potion.
I’ve personified the flower, Love-in-Idleness (it mostly appears in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but is also briefly mentioned in The Taming of the Shrew)
for Deb’s contest
Like free nymphs we were all flying high in the skies
While dancing, we were drinking liquor from our favorite flowers
We would dive deep into the ocean, and would catch our favorite pearls
‘How invincible we are’, we thought
No one has the courage to lay their hands on us, though they would try
For we stood by each other, our hearts filled with love
But then you appeared like a bolt from the blue
The nights from that moment were very dark, without any star
Sun never shined on us since then
You hit us all with your venomous arrows
We were expecting it to be from Cupid
But it started separating us all from each other
It spread in the whole world, spared no one
You pushed us all in the streets of panic
And forced us to knock on the door of Death
Like a cunning enemy, you made us get locked
In our little cells with only window of depression
We have been living alone since then
Sleep too has abandoned us along with Peace
Markets closed, schools shut down
Fear, misery, and sorrows can be sensed everywhere
How beautiful, how precious life was
Only then we realized
You infected us all, sucked the blood of thousands
But your thirst for human blood won’t die
Like a Vampire you chased us all, and you are still chasing
They say we might take years to defeat it
God knows how many more innocent souls
Will become your victims
We are brave but we are worried
Not necessarily for ourselves
But for our loved ones
We are tired of running of you
Now we hope and we pray
The sky, with its fried iron may blow you away
You can’t be seen with naked eyes
Yet You built walls among us
No parties, no playing, no seeing friend
It's a complete lockdown
But I am sure together we will bring you down
For humanity still takes breaths
You won't last long
Sun must rise again and birds must sing soon
Together we will defeat you COVID-19
Mother earth too must have recovered by them
Her scars are healing...
A beautiful life awaits us...
(PAGHUNDA ZAHID)
March 14th, 2020)
She was that pretty female figure who dazzled every one
She would easily repulse advances while getting a load of the goodies
She could take the drinks you offered with a sublime smile for an apology
Many are the tables not to mention bed her essence has graced
She was the most skimply and seductively dressed on any occasion
Coco Mohan's Hagger Black pear Space Q campus clubs she frequented
Exchanging one dollar loaded Hank for another of her liking
So I was taken aback to a few months down the line to find her
On her knees begging her new hot loaded catch.. 'babe am not like that's
Babe am begging on my knees kindly understand and accept me
See She had found her Mr right but the environment was unchanged
So the ugly past head kept rearing up and disrupting her happily ever after
She had found love but fate and destiny was not yet done with her
Cupid had shot his arrows and softened this heart to a placating soul
We all watched tongue tied not intervening.. babe babe am not like that
She begged in earnest but her partner knew which emotional strings to pull
He used guilt trapping to make her clingy and an emotional mess
A part of me felt sorry for I noted this as emotional abuse
I fell short on naming this relationship toxic lovers web
I reprimanded myself on my psycho analytical approach to relationships
See I have been watching and I believe She is ready to settle down
That is if her prince charming doesn't destroy her emotionally
I pray they mature to a level of friendships and mutual care
Taking gentle care with each other's hearts while recognizing they all have a past
Shouldn't be too hard to forge a strong relationship with mutual love n care
She finally makes him stop his indicting words and offer loving tokens
She has a hand that gently pull his heart string but the emotional luggage
She will have to overcome and allow herself to forgive her own self..
While giving room for another to love her fully and unreservedly
I leave wishing them happiness in their utopian relationship
Prince Oldenburg Seaside Park, Old Gagra, Abkhazia
Palm trees, cypresses, flower beds with roses
Surround the alleys covered with red gravel.
The sculpture of Medea in the pond is covered with green mould
And Cupid shot his stone arrow two hundred years ago
Wavy parrots fly from one tree to another.
Silence, the sound of waves can be heard. Not a soul around.
Now is the time of ceasefire.
You have to walk carefully here -
The alleys are littered with spent casings
It’s easy to stumble upon them if you don’t take a notice
The heat is unbearable, I could do with a beer.
After walking some distance, I hear the sounds of pop music.
The path leads me to a clearing.
There is a kiosk - two local lads selling drinks and snacks.
I buy a bottle of cold beer, they smile at me.
I ask them if they have any cassettes with local music.
Can you play me your local musicians, do you have some of their music? –
Yes, they do, the guys nod.
They change the cassette, and Samba Pa Ti of Santana plays on.
Thanks, I really appreciate this, have a good day..
I go out onto the pier — no one is there. Boats rock on the waves.
Maybe this is what a ceasefire should look like in this place.
The fighters have run out of ammunition, and it's time to go home,
Turn on the football and fall asleep in the armchair
At the most exciting moment of the game,
When the ball flies into the goal
From a free kick in the extra time.
Twinkling eyes behind veiled sight
Hair turning slowly from peppered to white
Heart beats, it pounds a drum roll
Matching the heart of the one you stole
Rock and Roll, the beat’s in your blood-
Youth trapped inside, love still in young bud
The blossom of the bud will reach its full bloom
The petals as they open, as a bride to a groom.
Feelings never change, no matter the age
Youth calls to us all on that I will wage
Love holds no bounds it strikes where it will
Cupid and his darts keep firing still
There is no armour to protect the chest
The arrows still pierce, even the best
So if you see a little winged boy with a bow
Duck, run away, hide, cos you never just know.
© ~GG~ 7/11/2012
This year is different
Surly you see
Covid got Santa
He set the elves free
Prancer’s in charge
Of running the sleigh
The gift bags reek
Of manure filled hay
Comet and Blitzen
Are engaged in a spat
Over which one will fill
The jolly guy’s hat
Dasher forgot
To strap down the tote
Rudolph’s nose has a short
And started to smoke
Donner’s mask was too big
So he traded with Cupid
Both were ripped in a fight
Over something so stupid
Now their noses are bare
And they can’t risk the spread
To innocent children
Sound asleep in their beds
So they’re two reindeer shy
And one big guy less
The sleigh cannot fly
It’s a whole Christmas mess
CUPID PULLS BACK THE BOW
Their life has been their Valentine day
Cupid's heart and bow
on Valentine's day
shooting golden arrows aglow
touching their senior hearts to ballet
Chocolates dance nicely gift wrap
red roses sing delight
with a dinner and then a nightcap
to candlelight throughout the night
For two graying doves
nestled the passage of time
so much in their love
with everyday a chime
As senior's years a golden
bright eyes still excite
their love, still beholden
two little gray doves cooing the night
She flies on his ageless wings
still, to new discoveries as he sings
connie pachecho
1/5/17
non contest entry
WOMAN BUT HUMAN
I stand tall,
Hope won’t fall,
I can fly,
One day will die,
I am strong,
But also wrong,
I am loud,
In a crowd,
I am free,
I choose to be,
Not in prison,
I’m a person,
I love honey,
More than money,
I fear poison,
Am I chosen?
Sometimes lucky,
Always plucky,
I may lose,
If I snooze,
Can be brave,
More I crave,
I’m no coward
I’m empowered,
I am lovely,
Always bubbly,
Am I ugly, said I’m not
Laugh a lot,
Do I Lie,
Rather cry,
Tell the truth,
Since my youth,
Am I lazy,
Sometimes crazy,
Am I old,
Getting there,
Lo and behold,
But with flair,
Sometimes silent,
Never violent,
Am I weak,
Hope not I’d freak,
Am I stupid,
Think I’m cupid,
You think so,
Perhaps that’s no,
What is my fate,
I have to wait,
Do I crawl,
Drive others up the wall,
Do I love, with all my might,
And strength and sheer delight,
My name is woman,
And only human!