Indigo Depths

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Into indigo depths of that calm ocean,

Let us sink in for our eternal promotion,

Can you hear that breathless still?

Bubbles in your ears, out of your nostrils?

We’ll paddle into that swaying forest, perpetually moist,

The fate of those scrubs and bushes born drowned,

We’ll kiss them wet, celebrate their fate, pluck some for our crowns,

Ball to mute motions of the prey and the hunter,

Adorn ourselves with forgotten treasures from sunk  plunder,

In tight embrace, we shall greet dolphins and whales,

Will turn down their pleads to come along,

Snort some air from the surface,

We’ll rather, butterfly deeper to the creeks on the bed,

Scare away the snobbish Electric Eel, conquer his hide-out,

Let us then suck each other off our last ounces of breath,

Lips on lips, closing eyes, the end’s switched on,

The mermaid’s harp, you can hear aloud, shall slowly faint,

Our beginning we never could paint,

But, the end is ours; we’ll design it our way,

Our resurrection shall engrave our love immortal,

Our passion shall have the shark stop for an impractical ogle,

Now foams our vision, our senses are in a lather,

We are bunking His test,

We’re skipping His mandate,

Scrubbing off our skin, bar-codes of His conquest,

To dissolve our naked clutch  into the water’s beauty,

Our stripped  souls into its blue patented liberty,

Let us  switch off for the best…

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Debaroon’2013

(May our Souls rest in Peace in Embrace…Amen!)

 

 

 

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‘Garments of Reality’

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Dusk swooped down on the tech-city,

Yearning eyes of her door,

Awaited its lone owner,

The latch craved a familiar touch,

To be unbolted by someone very own,

Someone, similarly used to smiling on the surface,

At all her colleagues, friends and clients,

Like her door at every passerby, every guest, from the outside,

While, like her, it wept lonely inside…

Turning keys lent it a sweet tickle,

The wood knew, she was here,

Soon, it gave away, flung open,

Panted the door,

Shy with little to offer her, indebted it felt,

Every day, she presented him much-coveted ventilation,

Her nostrils swiftly leaped into action,

Exhaled stress,

Thin smoke from her spirit, over-baked ,

Inhaled afresh,

Suffused her lungs with air of independence and comfort,

Tossed to the sofa, her bag squatted in frowns,

Off her interest, off her shoulders for the day,

Abandoned, it wept, useless, out of her attention scope,

In sobs, mourned her distance,

She flipped sides, suspired love,

A fish out of water,

Aspired unshaken pinpointed attention,

Even that bed squeaked,

Bored of its owner, thirsty for affection,

Now, infected, it too longed some passionate action,

‘Garments of Reality’ disrobed,

Too spent to reach the wardrobe,

She chucked them aside,nearby,

Stripped real, she stretched,

Envisioned a broad shoulder to rest on,

That she cuddled into someone,

Soon,into an ocean, she slipped away,

To the depths of bliss, toppled by waves of illusion,

Into the naked surreal…

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To sink further, she chose,

Forget ways to keep afloat, to swim ashore,

Soon, her skin began sensing his rubs,

Unaware, lost in her whiff, relentlessly worshiped was her temple of curves,

Relishing her worth, unfolded by his touch,

She embraced unblemished absolute submission,

Consumed his chest, moaned, she groaned,

Hung from his shoulders,

Her hair caressed, her dimples shone,

Love acknowledged her existence,

Applauded the Lord for His creation,

Beautiful, sculpted with decades of dedication,

Gratitude towards her celestial Artist,

Celebration of his virtuoso,

Ran through her veins,

Her blood tasted every drop of it,

Losing it to his eyes,

Dumb to her conquests then, her wins shoved aside,

Craved her soul to be devoured for life,

For a passionate defeat,

To drag her EdgingGodOut(ego) monsters to the altar of sacrifice,

She bit his ear, before she whispered,

“Love, life’s too single-shaded for me,

Can you bring in some colors?

My years cannot wear away, lovelorn,

Simply licking away lonely success,

After all my hard-work, locked-room labors,

Those tornadoes that I had to wage through to prove myself,

Those sleepless nights, those ceaseless corporate tempests,

I would want to catch glimpses of a new beginning,

In your arms, post-rains, when we’re done with torrential showers,

I would want it to be bright again…”

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Poked by Sun-rays, through half-lifted shutters,

She eyes her ‘Garments of Reality’, puts them on to rise up and see,

Only crumbled sheets overlapped her honor,

Gone was the passion priest,

Still cloudy for a late Sunday,

Lazy legs, a yawning mind tumbled in sways to the balcony,

Rains had ceased, ensured croaking frogs, Crickets ticking aloud,

Up in that dimly lit sky,

A glance of her love, dangling his legs down from the clouds,

Seated on moist white sponge, on floating couches of delusion,

He was painting a gigantic rainbow…

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Debaroon’2013

 

 

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Love Lagoons of Lankawi

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Red eyed stare of the Mackerel and the Tuna,

Concealed glimpses of their visitors,

A peek-a-boo above the surface,

Sniffing bubbles here and there,

Tips and taps in serene blue,

Squeaking wood, whistling breeze,

Their cottage on the Andaman sea,

Anchored to the bed,

Pillars that carried them,

Softly swayed,

Their home, a swing on the water…

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Shhhhhhh! The lagoon hissed green peace,

Mirror to unperturbed tranquility,

The setting Sun, touch of yellowish orange in turquoise,

Hips on the moist porch, their feet dipped wet,

Scared fishes, dispersed them for the day,

Love soared at its peaks,

Imitated the flight of the Eagle of Lankawi*,

Dusk draped the sea-village resort,

Sedated creatures around,

Had the palm trees shyly looking down,

Sparked first flames in their brand new wedlock,

Passion pampered with placidity, danced, went astray,

Empty wine glasses announced with stubbed buds in the ashtray,

Their Hour of Union hath arrived…

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Debaroon’2013

(Based on a couple that won its share of isolation on their Honeymoon trip in the Lagoon Sea Village of Lankawi, an archipelago of 104 islands on the Andaman Sea.

*Langkawi‘ means ‘reddish brown eagle’ in colloquial Malay. The Malay word for eagle is helang – shortened is “lang”. Kawi means the colour reddish brown….source : Wikipedia :http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langkawi)

 

For more on this exotic honeymoon locale: http://www.agoda.com/asia/malaysia/langkawi/langkawi_lagoon_sea_village.html

 

 

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Passion Beach

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Blistering gems, Moroccan pearls,

Moonlit crystals, shining bubbles, foamy ripples,

Ramble away, unfasten from necklaces disposed by the ocean,

As she modeled back and forth, to and fro,

Rejuvenated each time, more and more,

On and on, on the endless turquoise ramp,

At peace after Sunset,

Jealous bugs gone, lights none,

Under the spot beams of the watch tower,

A show for the special ones,

No paparazzi, No jumps and howls,

Missing cries of alert and nervous parents,

As their kids run towards the tide,

It was time to ecstasize naked children of passion,

Enthrall veins lost on blood, now pumping concentrated love,

Thriving euphoric, higher than high,

Entangled mortals rubbed guilt on sand,

Switched ecstatic under dark sheets of the night,

Moaned fearless,

Concealed by mature waves,

That crashed loud, crashed ceaseless,

Ensured the ship’s whistle failed to alarm,

Treasures and fortunes in its belly forgotten,

Ensured, attention starved it disappeared into the darkness,

Unnoticed, sobbing, it sailed by,

Mood on the beach flared, shared each and every kiss,

Glowed ochre to chrome, orange to red, and then blue,

Spirits bathed pure, glowed in colors true,

Sank to the depths of bliss,

Enkindled was the cold beach,

Sucked into the quicksand of ardor,

Brakes now, seemed out of reach,

Uncensored, the oceanic show went on,

The beach groaned pleasured, till dawn…

 

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Debaroon’2013

 

 

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