Sri Radha
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PARAGON OF BEAUTY
Her smile is a snareMesmerising, and she often brings it to bareOf that I am quite awareThe brilliance of the morning Sun is a reflection of her dentitionFlowers are ornamented in expression of her beauty’s celebrationGods and goddesses open mouth aghast at her unique complexionSubduing is her sidelong glanceThe effect of which the Pacific is… Continue reading
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IN THE SHELTER OF THEIR EYES
still the same, but no more shame, redeemed by His name, climb the mountain, No longer lame. His love soothes all the hurts away, makes the birds of sorrow fly away No longer so alone, now I feel at home It is no secret, everyone knows It’s Your love that strenghten my spirit To keep… Continue reading
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THE ARTIST KNOWN AS SRI RADHA
The lullaby singing motherlike the churning of milk to extract butterRock back and forth her toddlerAnd from his cry she extracts slumber The bellow of the goldsmith that blows the furnaceHis alchemist dexterity forming gold from metal baseTurning them to anklets and necklace The boring of holes in a bamboo reedThe juice extracts as the… Continue reading
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FULL MOON RHAPSODY
Seeing that the hour is nearShe drew him to her bosom dear Laid him down at the meadowUnder her rose tainted eye shadow Beneath the erotic full moonThat kisses the flower to bloom And the cascading water of the Brook shimmerIn the ocean of his vein amorous desire becomes a swimmer Surfing the waves as… Continue reading
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I HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE
I have been here many times before so literally long many times it’s a folklore I am simply an Actor, a consummate player Sometimes the Slain, other times the Slayer Sometimes the prey, other times the Predator This is my factual story, i am not trying to be an orator Adorn my costumes like in… Continue reading
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MIDNIGHT SUN
Hidden in plain sight is the beauty of the One Some call Her Om and perceive Her even in stone Shone bright, yet hidden in plain sight, Her creation excellently done Hormone and testosterone are strings in Her bow Somehow, the genders are struck by her arrow Sparrow though diminutive, knows She got loving caring… Continue reading
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KRSNA THE LOSER
Not a smart move by the Smartest who spoke Bhagavad gita And empowered Sarasvati to play the knowledge Sita When he decided to play against His and mine Swamini Whose eyes are enchantingly structured like padmini That He was pitching His tent against the owner of the casino Whose hand roll is flawless with the… Continue reading
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How can I celebrate my nativity while I live in captivity?
An unrepentant tenant with penchant for the redundantWho recline while drunk with wine of I and mine, in the nine gated city where true freedom is ever on decline How can I celebrate my captivity as my nativity? When one day I’m a celebrity, and next treated with levityYet I’m not the embryo placebo of… Continue reading
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