Pain

image by Green.photosight.ru

pain is all that i have

pain is all that i keep

pain is all within me

nothing but pain

is all i feel

it will numb me

slowly and painlessly

once it engulfs

it will overpower

my senses and sensibility

i keep whirling about in this

maze called life

i am but mummified

more or less sodomized

i know i dont deserve it

yet i get it

all i do is relish and bask in it

maybe when i enjoy it

it will go away

the moment i do live my life

my pain stops me from living

verse by ravprinderya

It's the flesh

Verse

by

Syn Onym (syn.onym@gmail.com)

It's been a long struggle
to accept me in my body
shorn of shame and guilt
to grace its beauty
to feel the throbbing of each cell.
I did not sense it until,
you caressed them into existence.
I learnt to celebrate
the demands they placed on me.
The flesh elevated me to reach
my soul, how could I neglect it?
When desire wakes up inside
I let it flow through my veins
and through my loins.
And I wait to see if
uniting with you
will touch my soul
and leap beyond
and I know the wait
is futile, for
in longing for you
deep inside me
I have lost myself.

Love grows

Why I love you so I really do not know that's what keeps me going

but I am not alone as you are flowing

love grows when reciprocated you couldn't care less

i can feel you deep inside filling me up like a sea in high tide am waiting forever my darling

your sight is the only bling dressing me up

everyday and I wear it with pride!!

Verse by Ravprinderya, Image by J Andrieu, Model - Krystyna

What if...

What if I were gone

for ever

would you come to know?

What if we were to meet

in the world beyond

one day

would you recognise me?

What if you were to know

how much I loved

would you give me a hug?
Verse by Priya Don Gre

In the line of living

The fire burns in me
since eternity
and you joined to
quench it;
never realised
how it shaped
my loins. And
it burns again
but you ....
are now far away, yet
stuck inside
my womb.
Be born to
burn
again.

Verse by Colin Lascale

Romance

My friend ravprinderya has sent a very romantic poem to which I have added this fine art nude photograph, which I like for three reasons: the play of morning light that makes for a luminous breast, the model's expression which says that no one dare deny me my light and the third is the soft expanse of the model's hips. Enough of the photoart, let's turn to the poem.....

a gentle pat on a shoulder.....like the brush of a branch

a light kiss on the nose........like a petal of a rose

a hug or tight squeeze......like a gust from a cool breeze

a deep gaze into ones eyes...like the view from a cliff

a waft of your breath....like a bright rainbow on the hill

a hold on the waist...like a movement of a wave

a quick kiss on the mouth..like a river in the rain

all is love..like the natures gift to be admired

never to be endured...like pain searing pain

felt when you love and be loved...like never before

Why do you....

why do you keep doing this to me

this continuous torture

you just kept kissing me

since morn I feel you

all over please have some mercy

why do you always disappear
I keep simmering n seething
to feel you inside me
I keep wanting you and your pain
Come, baby, come
and give me release.
-Ravprinderya

An empty slate

An empty slate..........a clear canvas
an empty goblet............a spotless beach

my life a canvas.....bereft of colour and shape...

what's not in reality...can never be...just be....not what’s to be

and I am but a mere speck in the infinite grains of sand

[This poem is one I specially requested my friend, Priya Don Gre, to offer for this feature. I have taken liberty with editing the long poem she wrote out of deep pain. I have really no right to do anything with it. But this space has limitations and I hope PD will excuse me for it. It's beautiful poetry which makes the seething pain so palpable.]

The visual is credited to J Andrieu. Model: Sophie, www.jandrieu.com

At Peace

At peace with oneself

Amid the solid remnants of

What once blazed hot

from the deepest core of your being.

Sculpture

Sculpt the desires of your mind

Drape them in droplets of joy

Let light find its own path

and time freeze into stillness.