Seven Love Poems

SEVEN LOVE POEMS

BY

P.RAJA

(From the forthcoming 4th volume of poems THE FIVE HEAD ARROW from BUSY BEE BOOKS, Pondicherry)

 

1. LESSONS IN LOVE

 

Most often,

in all these years

I felt your fingers

round my throat.

I know

like the oldies of my home

you are in my shadow.

 

Many a time

you suffocated me

and drove me

into caring arms.

 

Every time I got off too easily

from your clutches,

I began to take a liking for you,

for you made my heart powerless though

you didn’t dare to stop its ticking.

 

Every time you tortured me

I gladly learnt my lessons

Didn’t those long lessons in pain

teach me what love is?

2. FIRE FIGHTER

 

Your plump bum on my sturdy thighs,

my deft palms cupping your buxom jugs,

my restless tongue voyaged

through your neck and nape,

ears, earlobes and back of ears,

chin, cheeks and all that,

to discover the mystic spot

that poor men labour

to put women on fire.

 

But you chained

my expert tongue with yours,

and yet I could hear

your drumming heart

tell mine pounding:

“Restrain and wait.

Nights are not yet nights for us.”

 

3. I AM DIFFERENT

 

I am different

from the run-of-the-mill poets.

I’ll never compare

Your lips to coral

for I know

no coral

can ever give me

a kiss.

 

4. SMOOCH

 

Every smooch you planted

on my tanned skin

vibrates with life

as tall trees would in a wood.

Is not a smooch

the voice of a silent heart?

Is not silence, my love!

the only opposite of language?

Smooch! Then smooch!

What is a smooch if not

a refreshment for those

who run out of words?

5. AFTER THE SHOWER

 

This welcome shower

after a blistering sunshine

reminds me of our first night

when in secrecy

we warmed each other up.

 

All our lovely days

are now a thing of the past.

The cousin’s arrival

has brought me back

my sleepless nights.

 

It is not that I do not

know, my dearest!

that the cousin deserves

his warmth which

Fate has snatched away

all these years.

But Yet!!!

 

While fulfilling your marital

duty of warming him up,

if only you could see

me in him,

then I’d deem myself

a little fortunate.

 

6. HISTORY REPEATS…

 

A groaning bed

trembled.

A tender  belly

swelled.

An esteemed cradle

cried.

A loving hand

rocked.

An inquisitive mind

shaped.

A wanting hand

welcomed.

A nubile magnet

lured.

 

A groaning bed

trembled…

7. IN A LANGUAGE OF SILENCE

 

Away from sight,

your whereabouts

unknown to my phone

my anguish grew.

Your photograph

was the only solace.

 

Photographs,

I strongly believe,

communicate

in a language of silence,

if we keep our mind open.

 

“I’m thinking of you,

my dearest,

always thinking of you.

Yet I have to fulfil

the duties of a bond.

He too deserves his share

missed by his folly

all these years,”

Your image communicated,

“Away from home-town

but not away from you,

untraceable by your phone though”.

 

Two days of my tapasya,

surprised me with your phone call.

Who ever knows

what gravitational pull

has brought you back

to repeat over the phone

what your photograph

spoke to me!

 

Dr.P.Raja

D 88, Poincare Street,

Olandai-Keerapalayam,

Pondicherry-605 004

e-mail: rajbusybee@gmail.com

cell: 9443617124

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