Incredible woman you are,
Your silken tresses, your fragrance
Wafting like a cascading reverie.
Incredible woman, your man molds you
In the clay of his lust, as you tug
At his bare chest, his eyes, tongue
Drooling at the artwork of your neck,
The symmetry, the swelling,
The soft petals of your curves.
Incredible woman, the sure remnants
Of testosterone smatter your crimson lips
In the clingy dark, the lipsticked pout,
Peeled, laid bare, slain…
Your satin smile, your starched sari
Striving to sugar-coat
The nights’ roaring darkness.
Why do you flounce in lacey delight,
Incredible woman? The glittering waves
Of your curves beneath your saffron drapes
Explode and diminish, as you construct
And deconstruct your own saga of love
In charred, burnt out days, nights.
The seedling of your love,
The living skeleton of bruises, gashes, submerged.
Incredible woman, did the verdant young lad
Of your dreams let you bloom for once,
A flower, a bird, a sea song,
When you too were young?
Did the red flame of your body nurse
An eager, lovelorn soul?
Incredible woman, in the nights
You lay bare, the flame, gripped, grouched,
The dreamy love became a bluff.
Krishna, the daughter of Panchal
Had lost her heart to Arjuna.
But, what did even the losing mean?
The ebbing, swelling, crushing of the waves
Lapped up by five men, calling themselves ‘husbands’?
Bit by bit, the beautiful virgin vessel
Dresses up, one molecule, and the next,
The ‘padmini’, ‘the shankhini’, ‘the tilottama’,
Trampled and stripped off, bleeding
In the roaring, cussing assembly of men.
The Sati, the Sita, submitting, being the pawn
Mopping up the mud and dirt
Of male vanity and viciousness.
Incredible woman, did your man,
Your eternal Sakha, your paramour,
Your Mohan in Vrindavan tempt you,
Nibble on you, evade you, wrong you?
Twirl and swirl around him in your shringar.
In the dense maze of your being,
Twisted and coiled, he will be undone,
As you have been, for long.