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Free Verse
French
Lieutenant's Woman
from the waves
she comes to your dream
a cauldron of longings
seeking your reassuring touch
thighs, legs, hands, breasts
blowing a tempest
in a bed of passions
please don't hold on to her
when it is over,
the waves will take her
to where she belongs
between the waves,
twinkling lights
charted by the breeze
and stars
the beautiest of passion
is what leaves
a bed full of memory
which one can hold
tightly to
reassuring
as a treasure chest
warm as two sworn lovers'
bridge to paradise
legs, thighs,
hands, breasts..
the woman
that comes with passion
the rolling of
incessant waves
and goes away,
quiet and swift
as a morning star
diluted by light of day
God's
Obsession with Geometry: A Poem
you may not be all knowing
but it does not mean you
would not know the all knowing
for instance the fact that he is
obsessed with geometry
the lines you see everywhere
in the butterflies, the birds,
the insects, animals
what do they have in common?
such an overpowering exquisite
range of shapes and patterns
the obsession develops into
creating things to carry and
dance with those mind-boggling,
at times, eerie, alluring and simply
ingenious and haunting designs
his favourite should be the shape of a ball
all things important are crowned with a roundness
that conveys his fondness for them
it starts from your two eyeballs, then the earth
then the sun, the whole planetary system
even the way they move, circular lines
the rest of his geometric insanity,
you have to run for them in the butterflies,
the birds, the mollusks, the shells,
each earth particle, the crystals
and did I say our very own face.
every line on the face makes us another person
you need not be all knowing
but that does not mean you
would not know the all knowing
his preference, his dos and don'ts
the way he talks in symbols using
things around us, and the cycle of things
his obsession with geometry
you pull a
tide in me
you pull a tide in me
like the full moon
upon the wildest of sea
a strange longing
inches its way
into me the day you
appeared,
plays shadow
with my senses
the thousand smiles
over the sea
they are mine for you
the million sighs
over the sea
they are mine
under the gentle
touch of love
the butterfly's
frenzied joy
as it perches
over the cup
of honey wrapped blossom
it is that poem
swept awry in the sea
of my heart
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