Water Beauty Love

(Saundary Baanee Pyaar)

I find her bathing in the waters of life,

her saffron sari floats in the holy waters, the Jazba drifts there between

us. 

She does not see me for I am 

unseeable, I am in the wind, I sweep low

across the expanse to wrap myself

around her like a choli into her embrace. The softness of breast, the rise, the fall of her chest, a faint smile crosses her face…

“Go where you want” whispers the Arjunas to me, lift her arms, as the trees, touch the sky, Intezaar, a blessing

for hope as she floats in the currents,

sun-kissed a blush on her smooth skin

the soft sighs, the water shaping her form, caress the flick of her fingers

the scent of us like iris lingers.

Burn Witch

Burn Witch

Subtle Wind Gone in 2 forms.

Solstice and others.

Winter's Heart

Along the windswept road

a long way from hearth and home

I stand adrift, I am alone.

the coldness creeps into my soul

I am bereft, I am so old.

Some poems are of truth, 

the vitality of youth.

some are of love, some tears

the wisdom gained from all those years.

the snow is soft, deceptively bright

I am in the thick of it, on the road tonight.

 I will not say bah humbug

nor will I grinch my way to bed

I will wish you all well & fine

be equal to mine

that said, may all your joy

Is it ever Christmas of the Hoth?

Frozen snow, freezing ice, zero degrees

sugar & spice

My hot chocolate is cold, the marshmallows

are lumpy ice.

I wished my fellows a happy holiday,

they threw snowballs at me all day

we made snow x-wings, we sang 

some carols about stormtroopers

until Solo proved to be a party pooper.

The princess is pretty cold but nicely brave

she yelled at Han, but Chewie she forgave.

That goldenrod droid told tale & talked

while the trashcan beeped and squawked.

We hugged and exchanged our gifts

Is there Christmas on Hoth? Probably not.

Desire & Consent

Fly Away

Queen of Thorns.

Here she lies, the Queen of Thorns,

There she lived, no one would forgive 

the crimes done to her, the scratches 

the scorn. She learned to hide alone

 in her room a sanctuary where

she could weep. Promises to keep, before she 

lies down to sleep, 

With each tear, the petals fall down

her blood is on her dress, her crown.

Here she cries, the Queen of Thorns, 

Where she slept, the pain under the rug,

sufficiently swept. The pain from a 

thousand small cuts, the shame from

anyone seeing them, the game of no ifs,

ands, or buts. 

A star is falling in the moonlight

red on pale skin, crimson silk white.

Here she dies, my Queen of Thorns,

Her life a portrait of passion, no one 

remembers to mourn, She was my one

true love, the one who was supposed to

become my wife, She exists only there

between the moments of joy and the darkness

of strife.

Her lips purchase the air she breathes

my lies, our love, which one did she believe?

She tries, the Queen of Thorns,

To stop in the gallows, with a nod to rope,

I will die in my curse, cowardice without hope.

She pauses to listen, she turns to the east.

Her rescue will come from the villain, the 

Beast.

A tale is told, almost as old as time.

of love and sacrifice, suffering for joy sublime.

Speak of...

Equilibrium

Twitter Verses.

I have been writing most of my poetry on and for Twitter.
Today, I am going to post several of them for this blog.
Also, am starting to experiment with gifs/video formats to be blended with poetry.
This building up to my ultimate form... Sand Dance. Stay tuned.