Invitation

My name she whispers, ever so softly.

Her fingers, they caress me.

Calling me, she has been, forever.

Her invite, it tempts me.

Seduction is her game. I thought I had seen through it and had gone past all of it, but, I think I shall fall prey soon. She’s a free spirit who taunts my bondage. She‘s a wily witch who promises to show me the pleasures of a free run. Of her capabilities, I have no doubts. For, she has the ability to take me to places I have never been to. But, I had never considered it worthy. I loved my values. I loved belonging to someone. But, now, when I am old and wrinkled, I have doubts if I am wanted here any longer.

“Do not resist me”, she says in her honey voice.

I look back at the life I spent, of the memories bygone. All my youth I have watched her sway around me, trying to lure me. It’s true that I flirted with her, swayed to a few tunes too; but, I had scoffed, even laughed at her dejected face when I rejected the offer to join her.

“One day, you will, just like the others”, she had smirked at me.

My end is near. And I knew the time has come, to let go off myself, to accept her invitation. It is better to drink the beauty of her companionship, one last time, rather than to see an abrupt end.

She smiled victoriously for she had attracted yet another victim.

Gently, she caressed me as I held her waist, swirling sweet tango. Breaking my bond with my abode, I took off with her, for a final dance, for a rendezvous, quivering because of the fierce passion she exhibited.

Accepting her invitation was worth the sights and the pleasures she had to offer. Contentment, I felt.

“Rest in peace”, the autumn breeze whispered as she blew the dried maple leaf to the nearby lake.

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Inspiration : The photo below posted by a colleague Gopalakrishna Hariharan in SLR Bulletin Board of my company.

Thank you for permitting me to share it :)

Plus the dancing peepal leaves that I saw near the IIIT junction. (Being caught in traffic sometimes has advantages :D)

PS : This post has a guest entry contributed by an angel which I shall share in the next post !

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A dip

The river’s garment,

A shimmer exquisite,

Disturbed.

As was the sky’s skin,

By the sun’s rays.

Ripples that cascade,

By her white cloth, they collide.

Tiny droplets they drip,

From the tip of her nose,

To her aching bosom.

The drapes embrace,

Her painful longing.

Chastity.

Holy waters,

She dips again.

Cleansing off thoughts,

Classified murky.

Washing away desires,

Considered lecherous.

With every sunrise,

They dwindle.

Millions of droplets,

Have fallen,

From the tip of her nose,

now wrinkled,

To her aching bosom,

now sagging.

What of her aching bosom?

Memories of desires they hold, 

of an infant that once feasted, 

of a husband who once rested.

All compounded into earth’s bosom.

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Inspiration : A picture I saw posted in my company album.

Image source : ibtimes.com

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