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!!

Inquesting love

What is love... sacrifice and struggle
I endured all without any momentous glory.
we were always there for each other
Even when we didn't have a single penny.
I sought protection but was left defending myself.

You failed to empathize my feelings.
Thinking me to be hallucinating.
I waited for you evolve
But your puerility continued forever.

I kept waiting for some warmth
 But you never realized my importance.

My love for you is no longer pure
I have drifted off to distant shores.

He came like a sweeping tornado
Sweeping me in his reflective glow.

Initially, I felt cheating you,
But everything in life can’t be true.
 Waiting was i to channelize my pent up feelings

And his entry heralded a new beginning in the form of musings.
Initiating me to a world of poetic catharsis.
Alone am I now in my poetic musings
Where I live my life in fantasies.

Reflecting missing links

I presumed you loved, but your defining calculation was there at every phase

I envisioned of us…but you moved away...

I craved to be shielded...only to be left defending myself...

I resolved of withdrawing but your deceptive love kept pulling...

I kept crying, but you failed to realize…

I ruminated over your transgressing, but couldn't come out with any understanding

But still I tolerated your deviating because I knew you were my only ‘struggling savings’

I contemplated of reconnecting, but the connection kept missing...

As every ending has a new beginning...we separated...to remain as friends forever...

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Inquisitive smoulderings

Sometimes one meets his destiny on the road he avoids

Sometimes we have to choose which bridge to cross and which to burn!

But then that’s how life is choosing, avoiding and finalizing.
An incessant rigmarolic circus, where we act like jongleur.

The ephemerality of everything challenges us to look beyond ‘what lies beneath
Maybe that’s how our pursuit for the best will be achieved

If not the best, we will have at least something heartening to soothen our ever trailing mind, Whether in form or in kind.

Inquisitive smoldering keeps the heart racing.........
racing towards virginal beginnings with corollary endings.

Endings and beginnings being the part of our living and that’s how we keep blossoming...

Blossoming with sagacity and vibrancy which acts as an ‘intrinsic blusher.

Satellite of love

She goes an extra mile to grace our lives, 
with her benign smile

She dies a thousand deaths, 
when she gives birth
Ensuring protection and warmth

She absorbs pain with a pinch of salt 
So that our life doesn’t halt

She’s kindness personified, 
For her unflinching care keeps us protected.

She soaks her tears like sponge, 
and prepares us for our life’s launch.

She tours life with graceful sagacity which infuses and enriches us with evergreen vivacity.

She is a woman of beauty and strength 
struggling with admirable resilience!

She is the one who gave us a ‘magical creation’ and emboldened us with the ever-loving presence!

She is none other than our ‘mother
a creator, progenitor and a perpetual giver.

Her unremitting love is surpassing, 
which inundates us in the form of her divinely blessings

She is the satellite of love my life
Ma’(I love you Ma) forever and forever.

Travails of a woman

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  countless thorns! 

The necessary evil is here to stay,no matter whether she is born today or tomorrow...

She is devoured at every phase in the unavoidable masculine graze!

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, absorb the men’s perverted traits with a pinch of salt!

Because if you won’t, then your soul will be diluted forever...

The raging war within

How can I extinguish the war within, 
Which perpetually looks for meanings.
Meanings of my existence, sporadically tormenting my mental semblance.

I try to search for answers everywhere,
But meet with expected failure.
For the answer lies deep within,
In the depths of my conscience,
In me.
I am the answer to my fire.

Questioning identity

Why am I what am I today.

A woman whose substance is missing 
In the life’s labyrinth encountering.

A woman who has everything but still feels vacuous.

Why the feeling of listlessness which dilutes my creativeness.

I am losing myself in the prosaic existence.

Why am I perpetually viewed as a woman of glamour quotient!

The why’s in my life, the elusive answers propels me for a quest.

But still I am lost...making my present a ghost.

Trying to decipher the woman in me, but then again everything can’t be seen...only felt.

And my search goes on.

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Enriching pain....

I don’t want pain, but without pain, how will I gain?

Gain the beauty of enriching the life’s musings.

My life has undergone myriad trysts, which has formed my upper crust.

My vulnerability was lost in these trysts and turns, but still I am going on……

Going on a nameless/pathless journey, which again is replete with pains and gains

So my life’s is going on and on with the sporadic shower of pains and gains....

Sleeping Success.....

Why does a woman have to sell her body, to achieve transitory glory??

This kind of ephemeral glory will give her 'material ride' but will create a 'conscience divide'!

 For never can she retain her lost purity at the cost of so-called empowering liberty..

Why does she have to stoop so low, to the ‘current prurient flow’?

What is there a woman can’t do, even if she is encumbered with the life’s throes?

Why does she have to escort a man for providing him with sexual ecstasy?

Isn’t there any other way for her to ‘dignifiedly breathe’??

The whole world is after a woman’s body, but why does she has to capitulate at the cost of her integrity?

If affirming one’s identity at the cost of dignity is the flavor, then I am more than happy to be unemployed forever!!

‘Empowerment’ of this kind won’t always shine for at the end of the day a woman’s heart dies forever and with her dies her pristine labour