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’