Stark ....4

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Landscape arid
light fading
lay of the land uneven
paths strewn with thorns
only heartbeats for company
flesh tightened by fear
and moistened by sweat
I trust only my body
- stark and naked
- soft and sensuous
- full of promise
and desires.

Gathering...

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To gather
is to collect for
future 
to possess for
the present
and to feel
secure.
And then you
realise that all
collections and possessions
add to your worries
and woes.
You have to take care
of them and keep them
in good order.
Well I realise
how tough it is
to take care of my body
its assets and curves.
I almost thought 
I was all that bundle
of flesh and curves
so admired by the world.
Now I gather awareness
not possessions.

Going deep...1

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Going deep
is a desire
that comes
from the depth
of being
to reach the
bottom of things
and their truth
in the hope
that there
lies true
beauty and
one's salvation
from the drag
of the daily
living.  So
going deep
is a solace
to the dusted
and cleaned
soul of things.

To know...

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To be blessed

with a magnificent

body that hosts

a pair of luscious 

breasts

and of gorgeous

hips

is to know

that nothing

belongs to you

and everything belongs

to nature.

What belongs to 

you is the longing

and what to Nature

is the being.

So to merge

and lose oneself

in Nature

is the only 

true liberation.

Look into my eyes

Look into my eyes

see my angst

I allowed myself

to be a victim of my body

Nature's gifts

adorn me

but I fell in love

with myself

got trapped

by admiration

They put me in

murky waters

to project

my beauty.
Look into my eyes
when you look at
my body.

Never betray

the bountiful Nature

any more.

Verse: Syn Onym

Pause

A pause in the movement
of life,
on planks of deadness
near the flow.
Light fills in
every pore and crevice.
I open up courage
and with it my mind
and body.
No desire to see
what hope holds out
for me.
It's time to float on life.

..for the Bell to toll...

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As I wait for the bell to toll

I reminisce all through my life

I dance to and fro

as never ever before

I sit at the pedestal of Death

no matter how hard I pray

it will happen, come what may

I had spoken never in jest

-take my life if that's best

ultimately that did happen

you asked for my life in a way

tough to balance myself in two boats

standing still on dancing moats

one means life the other death

but why for me its the last breath
Verse by Ravprinderya

Who is she?

Verse by Ravprinderya

While sitting near the puddle of tears

I peer in and see

a beauty staring back at me

Who is she? Do I know her?

a dimpled cheek with cupid lips

candidly she winks at me!

I look around in amazement

Do I really know her within or without?

No doubt I have seen her somewhere

prancing over trees and soaking in the stream

her nubile laughter rings in my ears

Miserably I try moving away

so she twinkles her waif eyes

and shyly waves at me

she is but a distant memory

unknowingly she visits me

quite like a tresspassing malady!

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