the mauve-toned sky picks
and plucks at my love’s languid pace,
turning a shade of brinjal-blue
and carrot-red, as suns and rains
drown each other out, before
Venus’ chariot of callous-crowns —
i have seen kisses in the shapes
of a soft-pink roundness,
(a bulging sourness) of falling grapes,
i have seen lips that go up and up,
and down and down, like a loitering
lover, in search of a finicky warmth
(just to belong) in unrelenting arms,
i have eaten morsels of bodies, drank
myself to the satisfaction of projectile-
juices, (parched in deserts) of skin-types,
i have kissed thighs of another order,
and written psalms of sleep at many
arbors, (struggling) beneath a few
forgetful breaths.
let me sleep now for a second or two,
(for your sake)
before i slip through your lips
and become whole again.
.
© Anmol Arora
For ‘Shortcake, waffles, berries and cream .. February!‘ at With Real Toads, where Sanaa inspires us with a poem by Joseph O Legaspi
Whew why do I come away feeling as if these beautiful words are so harsh? Expertly done.
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“the mauve-toned sky picks and plucks at my love’s languid pace,” .. this is such a poignant opening line, Anmol! I can feel multiple emotions in this poem.. feelings of love, perhaps a little sorrow mingled with pain and lust. Youth is nothing short of a roller-coaster which we go through. It takes a lot of courage to pour your heart out into a poem and I am so honored you chose to share with us. Arz kia hai..
“Faraz ishq ki dunia toh khoobsurat thi,
Yeh kis ne fitna-e-hijr oh visaal rakha hai.”
Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! ❤️
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Waah!
To that I would have to say:
“nahin nigaah me manzil to justaju hi sahi
nahin visaal mayassar to aarzu hi sahi”
Thanks for a beautiful prompt and an even more beautiful comment! 🙂
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You’re most welcome! ❤️❤️ 🙂
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i have kissed thighs of another order,
and written psalms of sleep at many
arbors
This reads like a map of sensualities.
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Oh my GOODNESS! What a gorgeous ode to loving kisses. So beautiful, Anmol. Too many amazing images to repeat.
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A lovely poem, on Valentine’s Day!!
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Nice poem..
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A conglomerate of serious kissers, nice reading, Anmol. I would like meet some of them and understand their surrounding circumstances. I feel I might find happy, lonely, frightened, coerced, youthful, and who knows.
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woosh….what an expression..great!!
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I love, “lips like a loitering lover”
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Impassioned yet sorrowful…like a guilty pleasure… beautifully written Anmol.
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Speechless!
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I love how you expressed the danger on pleasure… the pain and what’s after… a kiss is never ever just a kiss I think
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Oh this is to be deeply and thoroughly sated, yet still deliriously ravenous for that next taste of nectar! I like the candid sensuality of it.
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Some stunning lines in this powerful piece. Awesome writing!
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Sigh….this is truly a breathtaking poem! I love this!!
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I have partaken in this tumble of sensuality,.
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Anmol, the daubs of colour in this poem are so artistic and I especially enjoyed the shades of brinjal-blue and carrot-red, which also evoke flavours – I love the way you’ve incorporated food. Your control of pace in ‘plucks at my love’s languid pace’ is effective, as is the sensuality in:
‘i have kissed thighs of another order,
and written psalms of sleep at many
arbors, (struggling) beneath a few
forgetful breaths’.
Stunning!
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Very sensous, a hot one Anmol
Much🌻love
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A brinjal-blue and carrot-red sky sounds like quite a vivid sight (even though this US reader had to look up “brinjal”).
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Lovely poem!
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