Go Away Closer

Go away closer

Let us significantly reside in each other

Welcoming each other in discreet mumblings

Let us pamper ourselves in carnal processing

With calibrating action

 Let us douse our incense with miraging reflections

Forgetting logic and sequence

Let us take a stroll in enchanted forests

Where coalescing bodies desire

For prolonged exiles

Aimlessly wandering and recoursing in greenery

Holding each other in moments to savour

Go away closer

Bridging the magic distance

And stay in me forever.

An Ode to you....

Sneak previewing of a gentleman with telescoping competence and calm

Entering my life like a storm and sweeping me off…

 Initially brutally challenging me with his acuity…his proxy presence is now a dictating necessity

A necessity which has been weighing on my mind ever since I met him…

A communicable gentleman with evocative foreshadowing’ who laced my life with creative poetry.

Infatuated I was with his winning personality, but completely floored with his trading charms.

Whether by his stylistic packaging with shirt’s two front buttons open or with his folded sleeves,

He was a man with tempting and shimmering reflections.

Stealing glance at him intermittently…. I tried to capture him in the depths of my five senses

Eyes: When our eyes used to meet, my heart missed a thousand beats…

Touch: The coincidental touch of fingers set my heart on fire transforming my thought into mischievous resonance…a feeling so dominant

Harboring thoughts expressing transparent incandescence’ I craved to feel him in my other senses’.

With yearnings for an opportunity where my logical inconsistency  merges with his cool rationality

But fantasies being fantasies….he is just a palpable fantasy

Dwelling on fantasies of inwardly wandering thoughts, I wanted to bid him a ‘tactile farewell of sorts.

Haunted in his magic spell and evocative style I was lost in the woods for a while

 No matter how much I try to tabulate my digressing thoughts but somehow his visibly invisible role haunts...

Sorely stung by the unfairness of the distance, now I just thrive on our framed moments...

Youthful Crushes.....

Life is getting stranger in thirties….with youths professing to have crushes on me!!

When I should be producing babies….I am being a muse of their fantasies!

Designating me as a ‘beauty par excellence’ the looks in their eyes being the ‘jeweled compliments’.
Makes me wonder what a woman in thirties can exude as such for youths to attract…

Magnetize youths, when there are ‘bountiful youthful radiance all around'.

God, now I am really at a loss as to how to deal with these youthful muses,

 who are too young to adorn me with their ‘embezzled gazes'!

It does feel good to be admired by both young and wise for a supposedly ‘populating radiance’

But to be relentlessly pursued with their 'investigative vision’ is discomforting and confounding beyond means. 

Proclaiming love

If I want to steal, let me steal your sorrows…

If I want to lie, let me lie with you forever….

If I want to cheat, let me cheat death for you my love…

For stealing, lying and cheating will be my way of loving you...

Gnawing maidenhood

A maiden, ripe and moist,
With straining breasts and slim waist.
A maiden of swiving age,
Eagerly waiting to be explored by sought-after targets.

A moist maiden, pulsing and quivering,
Trying to explore sexual boundaries with virile libidos.
Waiting with fluttering anticipation of his grand entrance,
Shattering the barriers of confessing ignorance,
She is a maiden in wanting.

Negotiating the hardness for her soft curves,
Waiting for her hour of deliverance.
And riding at great lengths craving for bodily nourishments by luscious sessions,
She is a maiden in wanting.

A curious maiden, fantasizing target for amorous dalliance,
The one who will take her to the edge of darkness.
Precipitating a ride to soaring ecstasy,
Soothing her fever of sexual curiosity.

She is a maiden in wanting,
To be explored, to be consumed in moments of passion.
Shedding her maidenhood behind,
She wants to bask in delirious sexual resonance.

Standing under the rain

Standing under the rain
I wish to wash away
Fragments of your love

To rinse away your sensual touch

A touch so contagiously passionate
Which left me, wholly inadequate

The medley of colors
In which we showered
Over the years
Has now turned me into a sobbing river

Your professed love
And the calculative shove

I wish to cleanse you
From every pore
Scrub the very essence
Which brew in my veins

The rain has stopped
And I am still standing
Nothing rinsed
Except my exterior

And here am I
Soaked in memories.

©LR

Dreamt of a dream........and materialized it!!

If dreams come true…then I have got more than I dreamt of!!

A dream of meeting a ‘dream couple’ in their ‘evergreen meadow’.
With three 'personified characters'....with 'magnetizing shadows'

The ‘millionaire-hearted lady’…..a ‘captivating grace’ with dressing sense of ‘personified elegance’.

Connecting me with her soothing significance…she’s is a dream come true of every man.

The ‘sagacious gentleman’ ….with an ‘igniting intellect’….‘rooting his charm’ with ‘deadly impact’.

The ‘dreamy flower’ so ‘dotingly bewitching’….enhancing my ‘maternal cravings’, she is a ‘flooring joy’ to treasure.

A rendezvous, with a family so ‘rhythmically sweeping’ that it was no less than a ‘constellation meeting’.

Having embraced the ‘propitious meeting’ now I am basking with its ‘contagious after effects’.

Doctored Musings

I was traipsing…when the engine of fate channeled me to 'a musing’...

An ‘unknown musing’ whose entry heralded a new beginning amongst the ceaseless cycle of unending misery...

A ‘communicable musing’ who entered to cure, but left me ‘actuatingly diseased’ forever

Indelibly imprinting his optimistic presence with his contagious charm’, he colored my prosaic existence...

A harvesting musing who appetised my spirits, with his long-distance infectious radiancy

Stirring sentiment with garnished words of encouragement and sagacity, he was no less then a blessing...

A blessed musing so enchanting who initiated me to the world of cathartic writing...

An addiction so comforting amongst the shifting realities that now I find assuaging peace in my solitude...

 Flourishing am I in his reflected glory cruising in a new world of discovery

Thanks … 

Deserted Men

Men being men…are born to drive you insane!

Whether through their visioned inspection or through their glutinous appetite...
Ever ready for tasting delight...

  Shedding inhibitions with flourishing trade, they aspire to reach to the heights of sexual avante grade...

Initially masking courteously or though open invitation they never fail in their deplorable business of seduction...

Oh god how 'obnoxiously deserted' are they, for they can never see a woman of quintessence...

 

Business of Seduction

Infiltrating thoughts of intimate concerns,
Torments my mind towards luring transgressions.

Propelling me to devour the forbidden fruit,
And drown in the tide of lust.
Sporadically floating in the romantic impulsiveness
Rhythmically drowning in brewing sexual storm,
I want luxuriate in the business of seduction!

By skillfully illustrating my myriad hues
And tauntingly inviting novelties
I fantasize indulging in carnal glories.
When coalescing bodies swim in waves of joy and rapture.

Celebrating the meshing of arguing bodies,
I yearn to satiate and refresh myself in novelties
By plummeting depths of intense revelations.

I am woman in waiting
With breathless anticipation
And championing yearnings!

Smoldering Pain

Lived pain all my life, defining me in phases...

 Beginning from the pain of being a girl...the entrenched molestation snatching my innocence...

Pushing me into an inner sanctum...where I have died unanswerable deaths...

 Wondering at my existence amongst the perverted gazes...searching for the worth of my living...

As I blossomed into an assertive woman, immersed was I in emotional trapping...

The hurt in love…converting me into a weeping mess...
pushing me into chasmal darkness...

A carnal pain which seeks to be gratified...tempting me to leap into the unknown...

An inquisitive pain straining my endurance...

Smoldering pain at every phase...standing lonely I live to live with your enriching pain.

©LR

Embroidering Life.....

Life has returned to predictable rhythms of monotony, anxiety, stress and annoyance occasionally redeemed by the benefits of love and serendipity

But still life is moving on with its sporadic shower of surprises at every corner….surprises of every shape and sizes

Sporadic showering of ‘divine serendipity’, life is but a journey of ‘embroidering complexities’

Since the complexities of the Divine are unquestionable and the matters of the heart are inexplicable….

So life should be accepted as it comes and love should be cherished till eternity

The essence being felt and the intentions unquestioned……

Rather than questioning the intentions of the ‘fragility of life’ and the ‘indiscriminateness of a tragedy’

We need to look beyond the immediate boundaries in love and creative endeavor; so that the present appearance of chaos masks future security

The essence of the ‘shifting realities’ should be absorbed with ‘admirable resilience’ only then maybe we can expect of ‘ rewarding moments’

Silent Purposefulness

Withdrawing into significant isolation,
I am trying to gauge my obscure imagination.
By converting redundancy into evocative foreshadowing and with creative poetic unravelling.

For a groping logic so inquisitively cathartic,
Saving me from intellectual shallowness.
Culling and honing with emotional packaging,
I try to drown myself in the silent purposefulness.

I traipse in the silent discovery of the fragility of life.
Missing the romantic scape graces which defined my life at one phase,
Now I propose to adieu the erstwhile corporal glory.

Bidding a tactile farewell to the love making which was based on tactic than emotion.
For love is an ephemeral flood of feeling
Neither the product nor precursor of an enduring relationship.

Framed moments...

I dreamt of you, I screamed for you, but you are nothing more than an ephemeral truth!

A truth so relentlessly overpowering, that our signature chemistry still lingers in my mind

 Lingering fragrance of the moments of labour of our love, which transported us to lush world

Working and expecting cathartic lustful cleansing…our indulgences were terminally brilliant

Evoking ecstasy in naked hedonia…we satiated in the splendor of sin

My cultivating grace of a seductive temptress slaving you for sexual duress has a resonating success till date

Even if our distance wrapped us with concentrated sexual tension only to be consummated in seconds…

Now the sexual aspect has simmered down and has got tied by the invisible cord of love and memories

Indelibly printed in the depths of my heart as ‘the framed moments’

Transcending infatuation

Why someone haunts me even if I haven’t met him

Am I falling in love or is it infatuation of sorts

Perplexed am I with my feelings, giving rise to superfluous misgivings

Why do I consult him for important decisions, even though I have know him just for few months

The ‘why’s’

Sensualistically Indulging

My veiled vibrations are seeking for an expression…. expressions of beautifying my sexuality in diverse forms.

By churning cauldrons of passion, I daringly and desperately want to leap into the unknown...

Shattering societal norms, shedding inhibition, I yearn for ‘manful aggression...

My ricocheting mind, confessing to sweat out on juicy rewardings’, with nothing less than drowning ecstasy...

Indulging in sinful drinking by yielding to bodily temptations, I want to discover myself in the ‘splendor of seduction...

Seduction in myriad forms...with resonating carnal rewards!!

Fantasizing to exploit the honey-edged sword, I cherish to drown myself in the immoral world...

Luxuriating the ambiance with my ripening passion I crave for euphorically numbing sessions...

Sessions bordering on sheer rawness with haunting huskiness, I want to flourish as a calculating temptress...

By pampering and succumbing to ‘corporal impulses...I hunger for sexual richness with ‘winning reflections...

Sinfully fishing and drowning in the sinful sea, I want to drench my patent sexuality...

Rising to the fever of sexual curiosity...I want to surrender my pent up energies...

Energies of animalistic celebration bordering and harvesting on passion...
I crave for sensualistic indulgence...

Hoaxing Love...

Why do I still love…when you have given me a ‘calculating shove’!

Why am I still ‘dressed’...when you were only after ‘screaming success’!

Why I do still wish…when I was just another of your “fish”!

Why do I still believe…when you nothing more than a ‘predatory deceive’!

Why do I still ‘rain’...when I should have been numbed by pain!

Why do I still pray…..when there is nothing left to say!

Why does it still hurt…if there was nothing between us!

Why do I still wail…..when I had never “loyally failed”!

Why do I still hope…when you were just an “exhilarating dope”!

Why do I still scream ….when our ‘friendship’ was just a ‘tangerine haze’!

Why can’t I just ignore…..when you have washed me ashore!

Why do I still dream...when our being together was ‘patently possible’!

Why can’t I just walk away….even though you have been bounteously reciprocal!

I just wish to come out...but unable so far because we have spent days in and out

Yearned for a future together....but now I am just left with a “friendship tag” forever!

Now I just want to die for once… rather than dying every moment with your ‘dubious love’!!

Unfulfilled love...

I can’t claim to understand you, for men like you are few!
A man who professes to love me …..but chose to remain untied by matrimony
At every phase you protected me with your impenetrable shield
Standing like a rock 
And soaking my anguish with your perceptive kiss

Whether in academic pursuits or in life’s travails, You always stood by my side
Embracing me with your seasoned acumen, transforming me into a measured grace
Alternating between punctuating struggle and realization, our relationship flourished with magnitude and intensity
Your indispensability was unquestionable, but with it came its package of troubles!
Your philandering wreaking havoc at every juncture, corollarily puncturing my faith on you forever

I failed to comprehend your ‘whirl pooling distractions’, which lead to excruciating divisions…
But still I continued on….in the hope of your ultimate return
Return you did….but with your evergreen stand of remaining as friends forever

I wonder why I carried all along
When you were lucid about your stand
I can’t deny your indispensability but ponder if our parting was a cosmic justice

Our friendship title is just a veneer because we have a seven years relationship to treasure 
A relationship which crossed insurmountable boundaries, only to remain in friend’s forever category  
I wish were together…now all that I am left with is your memories

Toxically Living.....

She mused of dreaming……..but she ended up screaming

She visioned of loving…..but was left with unfulfilled cravings

She fancied of caring…but was left with expressionless feeling

She envisioned of flying…….but her feathers were clipped

She conceived of believing…..but was left with bitter deceiving

She resolved of reconnecting……but the connection kept missing

She thought of grieving ….but her tears had dried

She reasoned of forgiving….but the scar kept recurring

She considered of ignoring….but there was no escaping

She neglected her ‘living’ ……only to be left with nothing…..

 But still she is waiting for her day of reckoning…but that day seems never ending!!

Surviving men....

A woman in the rise…. wakes up every day to an aurora

Striving to make her presence in the labyrinthine miasma

By projecting her inner exuberance, she tries to vivifies the whole ambience

Whether within the four walls of the house or in the men’s debauched rage!!

Displaying her unbridled energy and endurance she defines herself as a ‘woman of substance’

Even though her pride is bruised by repeated manhandling but still she springs back to life with ‘artful acu-men’

Trying to absorb the perverted craze by graduating phase by phase with ‘seasoned grace’.

Displays an edifying personality and contextualizing her grace and fury with equal measure!

Even though she is perpetually judged by ‘visual inspection’, only to blossom as ‘a beauty with beautifying brains’

So watch out men… here comes the beauty with ‘equating brains’

Willing sexuality

My thoughts are on a rampage

Threatening to distract
A cogitating sage

To beautify my being
Shedding inhibitions
Coloring my essence
In shades of grey

To be transported to a cosmos of indulgence
Blissfully dazed, in the ecstasy of love making
For days and nights
Failingto distinguish
Between surreal and reality

My feminity yearns to be explored
Screaming to be devoured
Stirring to be consummated
To be beautified
To be worshipped
To be relished

And realised as a woman.

©LR

Livingly dying

A girl is killed every day whether in the womb or in the ‘masculine haze.

She dies a thousand deaths when she is born, in the myriad encounter which stifles her unsung song.

Yet she dreams of going on and on since every rose comes with a thorn.

The ‘necessary evil is here to stay 
No matter whether she is born tomorrow or today

She may be expected to compromise on her integrity 
But the choice is hers whether to capitulate or retain her purity

Because at the end of the day she’s on her own.
With no father, brother or husband or boyfriend for her modesty protection

So my dear, now that you are here, don’t you fear, for life is fraught with dangers at every nook and corner

Be bold, take the challenges in your fold and absorb the men’s perverted traits with a pinch of salt!

Because if you won’t, then you will die every day till the final call which will erase you forever!

A lost 'Musing'.........

One day I found a ‘Musing’ who was no less than a blessing.

He came into my life with his selfless caring and swept me off with his mental innings!!

His ‘charmings’ was so bewitching that it left me day dreaming….

Dreaming to have a life-long friendship, but nothing more than it!

Since we both were bound by ‘marital honouring’ so we hoped for a ‘friendship blooming’!!

It was getting an addiction, for I waited his response with anticipation.

His responses were so mentally challenging, that it kept me actuating....

Actuating and uplifting my sagging spirits with witty repartee, he infused me overwhelming ecstasy

Somewhere down the line even though mind kept somersaulting in different directions yet his caution kept me in senses

Our friendship kept rolling for six months till the day he decided to evanesce forever!!

I kept racking and wrecking my brain to fathom the reason but he never came up with any explanation!

I kept waiting and waiting to reconnect but he was determined to disconnect

Even though our friendship is over, yet he left behind a ‘penning treasure’.

 A treasure in the form of pouring out my pent up feelings in the form of ‘unwinding writings’

A cathartic experience of sorts, which no longer makes me lost....

Lost in the vagaries of life, which bothers everyone at one point of time.

Now I don’t have anything except a 'cathartic poetic musing' which was his sowing but now I am growing.

Even though I have accepted the ‘unaccepted’, but may be the duration was destined!

A woman in wanting

A daughter's pining...for paternal love...

A girlfriend's craving...for undiluted attention...

A wife hoping's...or her husband’s returning whether from work or from his philandering...

A mother' anticipating….for her listless son’s returning...

Overall a woman is in perennial waiting...for a new beginnings!

But the wait is never endings, since men are ‘incorrigible’ beings!

So don’t wait my dear, for somewhere, something incredible is waiting for you...

For if you keeping waiting...you are wasting your glowing splendor in the life's maunderings...

So keep blooming...since your existence is not only for 'waiting' and 'giving' but as well as receiving'... 

Receiving what you have sown in your garden of love, care and sincerity...

Bewitching thirties.....

A woman in her thirties….blossoming into a bewitching beauty!!

Exuding graceful radiance, she captures others with her electrifying presence.

Sizzling with passionate cravings, she is a woman in waiting……

Using her ‘earning sagacity’, she walks with 'momentous glory'

Basking and soaking with all  the attention that she magnetizes with her 'luxurious age’.

A 'ripening age' reflecting her 'prudent investments' with a hope of reaping future dividends!

Still her age is fraught with anxieties and worries since she is sandwiched between 'gaiety youthfulness' and 'budding age

 Besides the 'graduating motherhood', which captures her in to a siege!!

Even though her life somersaults into varying degrees, yet she tries to ‘dotingly give’…….

Give life to the ‘blessing - 'a joint earning’!

In the hope of ‘treasured bonding’....with life-long sealed warmth!!

So the woman of thirties, live your life to the hilt

For this your “glorifying age” which can even confound ruminating a sage!!