By Dr. Manjusha Hari
This gray destitution is colouring
the cord of my spine.
The fearing solitude is the chime of
my rapturous soul.
My sea is relaxing in the shore;
and I’m..
I’m longing to plunge
in his hidden trench of love!
He is not drained yet; So my thirst too.
The years….
The years between us is burning
and the it lights my nights!
The starting from every end
and the hated silences enthralling
the charm of my days.
You know, I’m that lonely sorceress
from the vale of myths.
I’m the monument of your soullessness!
Recall me, again n again;
spoil the eyes of my prophecy and strip off the shale of my nudity.
Encage me, in the pits of your raveness and wait, for the solstice!
The song of solitude still entwining
in my spine.
It will be, till we share the luscious hours
of a day ! Then i will be the fugacious isle, whirled with the sea of your manhood.
The shells, the sand, the cracked masts, aimless oar…
Come to my shoreline and return!
The magnets of my poetry,
the lustful gaze of the metaphors
will bring back you, to me!
I’m that lonely sorceress, from the hell of legends…!
Solace….solace my storms and redeem
my undulated arrogance.
Let the exclaims of my arduous life to fall
in your rapturous waves!
Oh..You!
Be my destined land,
be my verdurous shade
and be my moat of death !
Heartland Society of Women Writers 