Glory Sasikala writes

SEDUCTION

Leave it.

The game of love burns!

In the encroaching space

Of that hut

A storm within and without

The wick turned low

Casting ominous shadows

Deceptive

The tongues of flame

Disguised as they are

As your lily-white purity

Your pristine virginity

Your baffling innocence.

Your eyes so dark

And all too big for your face.

I keep against the wall

Against the dancing shadows

Just out of reach

Of those flicking arrows -

But your freed soul

Is a forest fire

Burning all

Only aware of your own desire -

Child-like, reaching out

Enveloping, engulfing.

I cannot escape.

Hovering now on the brink

Of Life and Death

A bright light beckons

Light without heat

Benign, well-known shadows

Welcome. I smile

A gentle smile and give up.

And give in

To the all-consuming lethargy.

The flame flickers

One last time

And dies……..

Forever.

My soul, a thread of white smoke.

The Sunrise now

The Hand

That lights my pyre.

Candle Dancers -- Emil Nolde

Glory Sasikala writes

LET ME IN…

Let me into the realm of your thoughts

Beyond the spoken

And the felt

Till I merge into the magnitude of your silence.

Let me into the coolness of your touch

A thousand births and deaths

Being baptized again and again

Till my name is lost in yours.

Let me into your songs of triumph

And your dirges of sorrow

Looking at the world from a cliff

Till I laugh and cry only with you.

Let me into the beat of your heart

Your breath, your warmth

Your proof of a life lived

Till my river of thoughts flows into your ocean.

Let me in on that spark in your being

That exists in no-man's land

That ignites a spark in mine

Let me into your soul...

Girl on Cliff -- Swati

Glory Sasikala writes

ARE WE?

not that i want answers

to a relationship

that seems to flex

to meet our erratic selves

so moody and unpredictable

so based on imperfection

but our sidelong glances ask

are we the ones?

are we cosy bed and pillows and sheets?

are we cuddle, kiss, curl and sleep?

will you wipe the dishes while i wash

roll out the dough while i flip?

peeping over shoulders quadrupled vision

is it our laughter that will break the silence

of a dark night, startling the owl

and drawing stars closer?

i did not let the outside world in

did you?

i can walk away, can you?

at will, i ask you -

will we be the ones -

our fingers barely touching

a relationship on a shoestring budget

of superficial small talk

barely skimming the surface...

how far must we go before we know

we're forever?

-- Adam Goldberg