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Mary Magdalene

Mary Magdalene
How a woman, who escaped
A barrage of stones danced to Jesus,
The sweet music of a mandolin,
A step closer, the belly dancing navel,
Looking like a whirlpool, sultry
And inviting. How a woman, who could
Sweeten Jesus’s lips, with
The sweetest flow-through
Of viscous honey.
Her body, which like the walls of Jericho
Recovered from seismic shocks
Of hundreds of men, some pharisees,
To slowly rock the hull of Jesus,
Softly than she ever had. That night,
Jesus stopped being a child, and burst out
Of his cocoon, the fresh faced
Lad, now with butterfly wings.
How a turbulent woman became the ideal lover,
Who loved one man like no other.
Nestling lips, that caressed him,
Gently than the feel of florets, of a dandelion,
A yellow weed that turned to a calla lily,
The tubular petals of which,
stood like pitchers in the rain,
Collecting rainwater, for Jesus
To transform to the sweetest wine
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Baby Blues


How after 4 years, together,
we see two indentations,
on a mattress, the beauty sleeps,
that become discolored impressions,
You see, as a measure of time.

I can’t help smile,
seeing my wife, keeps her legs hoisted
in the air, to allow for the tadpoles
to swim through by gravity, while
a Sunday Times newspaper
lies beneath her, on the bed.

Silly me, to think, that for
two people who are ambivalent,
about children, we possess the right
to create one. We laugh afterwards,
looking at the wet newspapers,
the humble pie, that is served,
to clean up, and perhaps
even replace, a wet sheet.

The same newspapers, we will, one day,
fold, to make paper boats or floating jets.
The conquistadors and the aviators,
paper hoists, inside a child’s heart.

While, before throwing away the newspaper,
I look at a little stain, rich in life,
directly on a newspaper article, that to
my delight, – and anguish – reads,

Quadruplets born at
Lady Ridgeway Hospital.

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-I Love You-

Love 10

How we loved, the exhales,
To the exfoliants, the chemistry,
Of what was so tender, and if not,


The little bit of daylight, between me
And you. How we let our blindfolds,
Strip our pupils, our peep holes.

While we begin the seduction,
Juxtaposition-ed fragrances, ever-closing gazes,
The mouth in extenuating circumstances,


With the sail raised, “Ahoy Sailor”!
Holding her, in sheer brevity, in ephemerality,
Ethereal lips too esurient, to miss out,

Inching towards an inclined state,
To become conscious, of a paltry breath,
A short burst of hot air, combing fuzz.


The coincidences, that we coalesce to,
How détente is beautiful, and prone to,
Empower, a euphemism, as four letters.

The oasis is lush, the springs are pristine,
The date palms are tall. The dire sense
Of water, on a tongue’s terminus,

To be quenched,

Just as much, by defeat…….

As by surrender.