Friday, October 16, 2009

Why not to be true?


I was much delighted to see
You come to work expecting me
As I came there longing for you.
I was resonated to feel
You suppressed the tempting answers
To the questions I intended to put.
When we had a tryst to converse,
We beamed to have conveyed the sense
Through the nonsense of our talks.
We don’t call our relation love
But others call it a scandal.
Then, why not to be true to them?
19.03.2008

A woman’s delicacy


Every woman faces this situation
When she deals with a male companion:
Her heart will struggle between the wish
Not to be harsh to him and the fear
That she might mislead him with words
That she intended to be sweet.
10.03.2008

A woman forty plus aspires...


I must be the centre of attention
And reaffirm my desirability.
I must feel validated as a woman
And re-experience the romance of love.
Let be burnt the ennui of monogamy.
Let come again the sexual excitement
That I went through at my first night.
Need not the man in focus be a prince,
An emperor nor a millionaire.
Let him be the one I want to be with,
In accordance with my safety,
Proximity and convenience.
Just for a ‘love you leave you alliance.’
Yes, I must waste no time to test my worth
And remain faithful with my husband.
26.02.2008

Oedipus



Oedipus was king of Thebis;
Jacarta was wife of Oedipus.

Oedipus was sincere in his duty.
‘While you suffer, none suffer more than I’,
With this, he resolved to save the city
By finding out the killer of King Lains.

Teiresias, a blind prophet, accused him,
‘You are the cursed polluter of this land.’
‘Terrible things indeed has the prophet spoken.
The killer of King Lains shall be banished’

The tension mounted, the truth revealed.
He was the son of King Lains he killed.
He married the king’s wife, Jacasta,
Without knowing that she was his mother.

Crippled with ignominy for the killing,
Oedipus preferred death but banished himself
As the banishment was the cure of the city.

Jacaste loved Oedipus and believed in chance.
‘Chance rules our life and the future is all unknown.
Best live as best we may, day to day’
She could not allow him to be doomed.

Oedipus must not know about his origin,
Which would reveal her relation to him.
She met her death, a proper end of incest.
18.02.2008

Dumb intimacy


In your presence I am silent
And in my presence you are.
Between us silence is comfortable.
Is not it itself a proof
That we are bound by affinity.
I am a man and you, a woman.
Is not that itself a proof
That it is more than an affinity.
Let us not reveal what it means,
To spare us that embarrassment.
Let us be dumbly intimate.
That intimacy is more sounding;
That silence is more sounding.
11.02.2008

Crime must cove crime


A woman of passion married a king,
Who, a widower, fell for her beauty.
Consumed by passion, madness in heart,
She could not but love his son, so robust,
‘And wanted to bend the stiffness of his will.’
She began to tempt him with all her assets
And miserably failed to seduce him.
Bitten by the rage, born out of ignominy
Of being neglected and her pride wounded,
She ventured to take revenge on the son.
In front of her husband, she accused him
Of having raped her using his absence.
The king in rage put to death his son.
‘If love will not obey, it must be vanquished,’
The queen beamed, with guilt underneath gnawing.
02.02.2008

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Other woman


‘Other woman’ is an ego booster
And a sexual stimulant to man,
Though an enigma to woman, his wife.
It is past that marriage is eternal;
It is past that woman is house bound.
Both are employed; both have exposure.
The time spent by colleagues across sex
Is longer than the time spent by couples.
Proximity brings about intimacy
And intimacy leads to sexual love.

Other woman need not be a better lot.
That she is untried and hard to attain
Is itself her potent charm to tempt man.
Her presence acts like an aphrodisiac
And her nearness makes man alcoholic.
Marriage can give him a blanket of warmth
But can not keep him off from yearning.
Other woman fills the void existing
Or dig one and fill it with herself.
Other woman enjoys her quota too.

The marriages old and staid are shaken;
The marriages loosely held are broken.
Nay, ideal couples too bite their dust.
Staying separate is a catalyst.
Emotional infidelity sets,
To be followed or not by adultery.
Potent man each draws his ‘other woman’.
Who is no one but some one’s fertile wife.
‘Other woman’ is not a certain woman
But a woman of a certain period.

‘Other man’ and ‘other woman’ are drawn
To form a perfect pair by heart and soul.
They both enjoy their companionship.
She takes care of her looks and he, of his,
Which throw benefits to their spouses too.
Hormones in spate, they find purpose in life.
Husbands, by and large, have other women.
Wives shed their qualm to play other woman.
Male promiscuity is manliness;
Female titillation is womanliness.

‘We look before and after
And pine for what is not’ - Shelly
28.11.2008