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Poems by Tara S. M

The Reluctant Soul

I heard the cats crying like new born babies,

The vampire bat clenched its teeth,

The wind hushed the trees,

A weird smell of rotten meat.

The shadow of darkness paid an uninvited visit.

The dogs howled welcoming the immortal devil,

The owner of mortal souls.

I looked at my beloved, in deep sleep.

His hand around my waist.

The air suddenly chilled, freezing my heart, panting for breath.

It’s time. He said.

I pleaded for time.

A little more to see them grow.

A little more to make them stronger.

Alas! He disagrees.

It’s my last see, of my darlings, yet to blossom into young beautiful girls.

The last kiss, for the man who added meaning to my life.

An abode of heaven,

Where love and life, I nurtured with care,

Where I brew the morning beginnings.

For my babies,

I built a garden for the butterflies to come by and play,

I served the bees, the nectar from the red roses, to come by and sing.

My clean and kempt home, gleamed by my touch, devoid of any dust,

Is now left for the dust to settle.

I once loved the gloom the curtains brought, filtering the bright light.

Here’s now entering the forever gloomy life.

Abandoned everything on the death call.

My soul forcibly mortgaged to death.

No waiting period or compliance for any misdeeds.

Falling from the heaven, born to struggle,

To have found the mountain of happiness.

Destroyed in moments, by the storm of death.

Life is an unlevelled, irreversible journey, a mystery till the end.

The Death – a sudden, an untold, an unfulfilled, an unacceptable and a devastating misery.

©Tara S. M

Wedding

The moon and the clouds played hide and seek,
The trees sang for the wedding,
The wood pecker, cuckoo played on the instruments,
The monkeys supervised the food section,
The elephants welcomed the gathering.

It was a grandeur wedding.
The vows were the most unique.
The union between a man and his woman was the wedlock.
A wonderful tree house was the gift,
For the newly wed.

The fragrance of the rare flowers chosen by the bees enticed us.
It’s window faced the lovely falls, a little paradise, for the only Adam and Eve.
The place was chosen by the peacocks for us to nest.
Twilight set in. . .
Everything shone from the falls to my love’s eyes.

The night fell with cold air.
The only blanket was the warmth of our bodies.
The peahen danced in the rain calling on her partner.
Indicating us- It’s time
There was romance in the air.

The fragrance of the wild flowers had its effect on us.
Making us inseparable,
A sort of sweet intoxication.
The union of the opposite sexes, natures open secret,
To regenerate – an outcome of love.

Moist with his kisses and licks,
From the nape of my neck to the tip of my toe.
Worshipped each and every part of my body.
The excitement contained all the while
flowed into me – Making me his only woman.

I took a walk by the hillside.
Refreshed and radiant,
Reminiscing the wonderful moments
of all the sweet hugs and the kisses.

His charm and vibrance had hypnotised me.

The birds were curiously looking at me.
I saw them speak amongst themselves.
The trees bent down to study my face-the reason for my happiness.
The flowers expressed that I looked beautiful than ever.
The images kept flashing back.

I sat by the river playing in the crystal clear water,
like a child lost in the beauty of the nature;

I wondered at the magnetic power of love.

That has kept the life thriving since the ages.

The Ocean’s beautiful blue, the grass’s lush green and the life forms evolving.

It was indeed the river of love that cleansed me and transformed me.
Virgin to a woman-The union had been heaven, bliss and sacred.

©Tara S. M

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