Poems of Krishnadeepthy
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The sighs!
Sigh was he..
Was she too the same?
Moments
Lit up with casual caste jokes
Encircling the dining table
All left was the sigh!
Between the boredom
Loop of parking lot premises
Of family gatherings
Rituals and marriage proposals
What she offered was the sigh!
He too followed the same!
The whispers of long
Held silence choked
Heads of ancestors
Kept brimming the soul.
Yet they were hapless
Offering the same sighs!
The grim face
Of Periyar raised an eyebrow
"Beside those sighs
Where lies the freedom
When you are being
Tied with soft tangents
Of no escape.
Restricting your pace
In a panopticon
Yet pruning you
From head to toe?
What if your happiness
Becomes an interest
For your obedience...??"
He scoffed at their sighs!
Guru with the complacent smile
Pitied the sighs,
Glancing at Sahodaran
With an encompassing smile..
Beyond the corridors
Of that ancient building
One stupa remained
The ‘Smiling Buddha’
In solemn silence!!
Beware the love temple!
The valour of blood
They say
Pressing into the
Back seat of
Firm concrete bench
Of privilege!
The hot swirls of
Power emanating
Out of the tea cup
In hand ;safe seated
In that relaxed pose
They despise
those under privileged;
Striping them more naked!
Like a master:
"O come and stand over
And let me check the fine tunes
On you beneath
The white loin cloth
Down your belly
Stand straight with
Bowed head and coyness
Flavoured with a tinge of fear!
Feel my breath behind your
Curves where my hand seals
Glance at me like a hapless
Dove and strip your meek feathers
One by one..
Let my fingers discover
Unfathomed depths in you
Bear the strange pleasure of pain
Like an island goddess!
Let me find the vastness
Of your breath
Bow down to have
A check on your ups and downs
Let me pinch your naughty
Haughtiness with a small
Bite on those purple black cherries
On your butters.
If you won't allow me
Let me have some
Gentle slaps on your
Backyard of perplexity!
With that quivering turn
Show me the way
To the hallowed temple
Adorned with snow
Clad velvet buttered
In rose petals...
I want you to bow down
Across the mandapa
Devoting your royal locks
waiting for me
To open...
To play the strings attached
On your playing sitar
Let my crazy fingers
Do try the infinite ragas
In you,, rhythmically fastening
Like a turbid harmony...
I want to hear your low and high
notes
Stretching beyond the four walls
Of the love temple....
Let your music wake
The dancing viper in you
And show me the glistening
Hood of captivating
Captivity. !
And sanctify me with
Your elixir
Slashing out my
Purple kiss!!"
Happily everafter!
He got it
The final regime
Of transferred
Ownership !
Marooned with
The sanctity of
Her hot vermilion!
Just like the
Tainted tooth brush
Or that talcum
Beneath the wardrobe
The crag palsied
Drooping man
With "well bread"
sunken eyes of
Darting wildness
Gaped at her
Like a master!
Flashing of that
Prime sight of servitude
Holding that frail hands
With a tea cup
Emanating dark clouds
Of steaming curls!
She felt a sudden
Revulsion to her curls
When he parted it
Down her shoulders
To kiss behind
The neck pinching
The little bud..
His fingers iron smelt
Punched hard behind
Beneath above and below..
Like patenting his
Product..
Like a wilted flower
She laid ;
Serving the needs
Of servitude
Down the sofa,
Beneath the mirror
Along the corridor
Where her presence
Enchanted the master!
Down the purple bites
She cud read out
The marks of royalty
Spitting the yellow
Phlegm out she stood
Infront of the mirror
Naked like a cherub
In brooding silence
Spelt out “ dnabsuh"!!
Bio-note
Krishnadeepthy
(Original
name: Deepthy Krishna D)
Email:
deepthikrishna10@gmail.com