Tuesday, April 29, 2014

She, my mystery...

…deeply dipped in the wine, which was dipped in the earth for years, wandered the thoughts around her, around those sedative eyes, around those slippery wrinkles on her eye lids.  I astound, esoteric where those smiles along with which her lips tasted the honey secreted in her tongue. I admonish, sedative where those peers.  No, those are not just peers but that which tears the age like a spear.  I fear that I might find what is so special about her, while she was being around when the time moves forward and the space moves backward.

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Is she the Ishtar born again in this world! And am I the only one who realized the goddess of sacred love! Her cheeks moved up and down dancing for the acoustic of her laughter competing with my thoughts moving up and down to move closer.  And those throat sprinkles the holy water of Ishtar to say ‘you are not done with those eyes, before you move beyond to satiate your thirst’.  I like to disobey, she breathed in and out to which her bosom said yes and no.  Not just the flesh, but I saw beyond.  The drops of fears in her eyes, the feel of crush in her lips, lots of emotion in her laughter, need of warmth of love in her glimpse, marks of past in her bosom.  Not just the flesh, I saw something beyond. 

I neither fall in love nor believe in love but beyond the love, lust and crush there exist that which is above the so called God, for He couldn't have created it since He lives there, in that something above.  Like the something between the Sun and the light.  It is not the fire but something which keeps things in place.  Like the something between the statue of a goddess and the sculptors hand.  It is not his mind or thought for it could change once in a while but it is the godliness by which the statue was worshiped and known not by those who worship or by the one who sculpted.

She has that something in her body, in her soul, in her lust, in her eyes and in between her brows – the light of godliness.  Her light was so very bright that sometimes makes me keep looking at it and sometimes makes me turn away and it was the same light.  It is not caresses or embraces which will make someone understand her light but some other way that which will prove the God exist, will do.  Till then it is better that the flame grow.

7 comments:

  1. There is no better way to describe women and love. Splendid!

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    1. ...this comment from a women and especially from a poetess makes me feel happy. Thank you.

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  2. This is beautiful piece of writing on women. And that silhouette picture is awesome!

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    1. Thanks Valli. I honor your presence here always.

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  3. This is what happens when a man seeks for divinity in woman.
    Excellent post...

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    1. Ashitha, You got the point.
      thanks btw.

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