Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Paper boats on waterless seas

Dark n swollen
Like overripe plums
A lil squishy
But awfully nice

Like blackberry juice
on white petticoats
Like unwashed sin

No fire.
Just everything drenched
All thirsts quenched.

Like the river.
Overstepping bounds.
With mischievous fingers
Groping always.

Like a washed calm
of thoughtful sunsets.
On sprayed windows
Slithering down.

Of wet earth
On sides of long distance roads
Of sun kissed tomatoes

Like suckered nipples
Or if you find that not in taste
Rum soaked raisins
Wrinkled edges
now drunken smooth.


Anonymous D said...

:) Good as always!

2:30 AM  
Blogger Sudarshan. A. G. said...


The real deal? :)

4:02 AM  
Blogger djnair said...

Hehe...U seem to be "in the mood"....

4:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Superb... please :)

3:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


6:51 AM  
Anonymous jd said...

suckered nipples - rum soaked raisins , nice comparision.

1:01 AM  
Blogger one among said...

hello poornima,

the passionate and erotic nature laid seige, the distant rumble a throb, the tide too looked away - distant - too far away...... a sharp shadow of what once was.........waiting to be plucked...nice and affectionate..

keep posting

12:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poornima, Loved the poem. I am just finishing reading your entire blog and girl, the multi-dimentionality of your alternative character is superb.

9:52 PM  
Blogger Samyak said...

titillating (no pun or bad taste intended) obeisance is what I have to offer today.

1:57 AM  
Blogger Michael said...

I read the blog...and think.. hmm nice... and then I see the pictures at the end of each.. and I am staring... every single picture in your blog is incredibly full of thoughts and emotion.. I feel like you put the pictures there because even you may not be able to write the perfect 1000 words to describe each picture. Excellent stuff Poornima.

8:33 AM  

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