telltale whiff

We got the rollicking for the telltale whiff Of the savory roar of our teenage dalliance In the liturgical hickeys that furl and flourishes behind the tattering piles of blossoms masterfully camouflaged behind the camera I’m yours… then I whispered at the nape of cold and satin-smooth pebbles knelt on the marshmallows Cloyingly sprawled acrossContinue reading “telltale whiff”

i will meet you there

There is a field out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing. I’ll meet you there. ~ Rumi As the silver clouds which are swirling and running an errand across the flickering horizons augur auspiciously, I know you’re awaiting my arrival in the temple sited by the babbling river. Perched on the marble floor, I see you aflame like camphor andContinue reading “i will meet you there”

a shadow in the evening

It took me a while to find my tongue. …Who are you? Staring in amazement I muttered under my breath. Wrapped in the evening blush a callow youth wet behind the ears, you were standing in the doorway. Holding the cup of non-dairy butter and cream I vegged out in the veranda. I could feelContinue reading “a shadow in the evening”

barefaced life

A morbid longing has been compelling me to plumb the depth of marshes, and morass settled in the sand of time. A glimpse of the lass eking out living under the corrugated tin roof. That seamstress worsted by despair whose husband lives in another town, with another woman. Presumably, she is trying to keep theContinue reading “barefaced life”

a feminine pen

A woman’s pen must be sheepishly compliant, subjugated and enslaved. She must duck and dive when it comes to writing Junoesque, voluptuous words. She must never bare them by putting her hard-earned dignity at stake and never ever ever use blood-red ink because in her untold herstory the gender of her words is invariably feminine.Continue reading “a feminine pen”

inevitable

The unheralded sojourn of blooms and silky pollen dust, the accomplice, ever so often tugging along with your thoughts, tiptoed from beckoning byways of a distant past and moved to my quiet forsaken nights. Life had issued an edict ordering your permanent tenancy in my heart. A hushed song poking through blossoming bougainvillaea hanging acrossContinue reading “inevitable”