Thursday, April 11, 2013

In Search of Mohini


The sweat stained plume of a parrot,
The hard boiled rose on an oily pan,
The hatched out prude from an egg,
All lick the bitter sensuality of rain
And hide inside the tattooed navel…

Tickling fungus cursed finger,
Leaking spit from sleeping mouth,
Naughty itch on sunbathed back,
All die to smooch the bruised lips
Bitten cruelly by the northern wind…

Tailor bird’s creative bed scene,
Graceful blood clotted by coldness,
Empty bottle dumped by the sailor,
All search for an aromatic eucalyptus
Born from the sticky salt of summer…

- Anunoy Samanta 

(Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 - 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge!)

2 comments:

  1. Short of words to say something on this benevolent masterpiece.
    I feel, this has come after satisfying the brain cells.

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