Daily Meditation

Oh God, 
Let my thoughts dower seeds-fertile and bounteous
Let my soul express a devotion-intense and tenacious

Oh God,
Let my actions reflect a faith-resolute and proven
Let my body sheathe a temple-pure and open

Oh God,
Let my words flow like a prayer-tender and healing
Let my heart be the Heaven’s abode-gracious and forgiving

Aye, nowhere else but in me You dwell
Thence solemnly I vow to be well

Amen.

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His Beloved Olivia

A tiny puff of wind
covertly breezed into the room
and elicited a little squirm, rhythmed
from beloved Olivia in full bloom

His tempted tongue, quivering
unfurled her moist nether lips in heat
she moaned, her arched hips wriggling
Holy! What a treat!

He thrust inside with pleasure
gently circling her pink pearl, aroused
so sultry was his muse’s gesture
it left him in utter wows

He fondled, kissed and licked her
savouring the juices nectarean
He sucked over and over
revelling in that one moment utopian

The intensity of her sensations heightened
till she pressed herself against her bourgeois
He captured the glow in her face, enlightened
as she finally let out an ecstatic ‘Ahh’

The Almighty’s Curse

Another day sinks in as it gets dark and cold
An insufferable grief I continue to withhold
trembling in the bloodthirsty rain
with hardly anyone to notice my wounded vein
They usually go in big cars, splashing mud all over me
and oftentimes injuring my knee

I look up to the sky and cry at the Almighty’s curse
doomed to live in a wicked land and to bear the atrocity of the universe
Famished I dig for food in the trash
but they throw stones with no mercy at my feeble body in a flash
So much hatred, so much insensitivity
when all I seek in them is divinity

I am ridden with fleas, living as a stray
I wonder where I did wrong when I see my friends play
Born in a graveyard with a gloomy fate
I drown in boundless rejection everyday, isolate
Do they realise that I can feel?
all the pain and solitude of this ordeal

A stranger passes by
Would this one care to listen to my plea, or like others, would he leave me to die?
Oh Supreme Being
How do I tell you that noone is more grateful for kindness than my loving soul?
How do I tell you that I am lonely in this deserted hole?
Oh Beloved Human
How do I tell you that I am weak and ailing?
Don’t you see it in my eyes, that I am not lying?

I promise to love you during the harshest autumn of your life
to protect you foremost in a strife
I promise I’ll try to be good
I won’t chew your shoe and I will do as I should
I promise to rest at your feet when you find it hard to sleep
and to stand by you when you weep

My sadness has taken its toll
Is this lifelong banishment my bleak dole?
Dear Stranger, please stay awhile
don’t turn away, give me a warm smile
I am scared of society’s norm
Please, would you take me home?

*Photo borrowed from Google

Dear lovely readers, on a side note, let me add a few words to this poem which I dedicate to my seven months old baby, Oscar. He’s an absolute joy and a blessing to my life, that spoilt little brat and I wouldn’t trade him for anything in this world. Sometimes, in the middle of our cuddles I just lay back and wonder how lucky my boy is to have a caring home. And it eventually breaks my heart when I think of the thousands of dogs out there, just roaming around here and there, in a perennial search of love, of food and a roof. Don’t they equally deserve our affection? Don’t they deserve our warmth? 

In all honesty, I support the adoption of stray dogs. So many people buy expensive breed ones perceiving them to be better protectors or companions. But don’t stray dogs have a heart as faithful as the former? 

Let us please adopt rescue dogs to give them a new beginning. Those poor, but quite ironically rich souls need us. Remember! Dogs are simply angels in disguise, for when spelt backwards, Dog is God!

Do Clipped Wings Grow Back?

You say that you love me
One moment I am flawless
but the next worthless
I am sick
of your lies unceasing
denials never-ending
My skin cracks and pales
paranoid
Your face elates
at my mocked sentiments
and body void
If this be love
let me be unloved

I feel trapped
in your world
like a prisoner caged
ripped and torn apart
Why do your words pierce?
Why is your love fierce?
draining the life out of me
until I am shattered
that I can take it no more
and I crawl back to you
Hold on they say
faith and hope will endure
But for how long
when everything is obscure?
I am a bird whose wings have been clipped
Do clipped wings grow back?

*Image borrowed from Google

Look Beyond

I see what lies behind your wrinkles
smiles forgotten
promises broken
I hear the voice in your heart
those screams and cries of agony
that wretched tragedy
I know your silence speaks of words unspoken
that one aching tear hides a soul forsaken

Unless I walk in your shoes
I would never understand
your despair, your misery
That battle 
you are fighting
with all your mettle
The faint whistle gets deeper
I got to catch this train
I could not hug you
But I feel your pain

*Image borrowed from Google

I’m A Shopaholic!

I’m a shopaholic and I don’t pretend to be anything else
Without qualms, I assert
A sadistic pleasure, a blissful ecstasy, a kind of magic shopping spells
Gosh! I’d do it like the dirtiest pervert;
Shopping evokes a lust for things you never knew you needed
The thrill of carrying those shiny new bags
Rhapsody unabated
Even with the high price tags. 

Look at this purple dress! So elegant and pristine
Calling upon me to be released
From the ruthless vitrine
My favorites: Gucci, Topshop and Cholé, last but not the least;
Please don’t tell me that I have enough hats already
You might end up with a bleeding nose
The scent of brand Italian leather boots, so rich and yummy
Whee! I might buy all in the rows.

What is shopping? An activity, a hobby or an obligation?
If shopping were a crime, I’d plead guilty
If it were a season, it’d be spring’s invitation
If it were drugs, I’d be addicted. Pity!
If shopping were music, it’d be the sweetest duet
If it were a smell, it’d be of warm petrichor
If it were love, it’d be a tale of Romeo and Juliet
Only with an ending merrier.

Last week I got my fifth Versace sunnies at 30% off
Together with that gorgeous red Louis Vuitton belt
A sound investment I made, don’t you laugh
For a wise banker I am, correctly spelt;
Uh-oh! How could I forget this naughty Givenchy perfume?
A fragrance darn luxurious and irresistible
Not to mention that fur coat from Burberry as costume
A beautiful sin, utterly permissible.

I could never own too much of something
For once I set my eyes on them lovely black lingerie
My heart skips a beat, triumphing
In an instant moment of joyful celebratory;
Shopping is better than any cure
Yes! On watches and rings I spend galore
The mere thought of it makes me rub my hands in glee, for sure
But that’s what confessions are made for!

Bringing me closer to my doom
Winding up my day in town with an empty wallet
Credit cards turned into witch broom
When I want just another cute bonnet;
Admist this prodigality, happiness is but ephemeral
I could give up shopping
Yet it would not make me more liberal
Hey! Until then, to this craze there’s no stopping.

*Image is a still from the movie ‘Confessions of a Shopaholic’

Daddy’s Little Girl

A delightful cherub, a treasured angel, a ray of sunshine
Eyes full of mischief, puckishly running around the umbrella pine
Jolly in a perfect world of magic and miracle of mine
At six, I neither care to draw the line
Nor bother to define time.


Whoop! Daddy’s little girl I am, his princess too
With excitement my feet quiver as he looks at me and shouts “You-hoo”
“Cutie pie, bring me my shoe!”
Tickled pink I become when he rubs my head with shampoo
And he brings me to the zoo
Hand in hand, to admire the kangaroo
Along with the woodland caribou
How much I love him, how much I adore him, I’m telling you
If only Daddy knew
Of my heart’s untamed hullabaloo.

Every morning I hurry to tie his half windsor knot
In seventh heaven I be for this jackpot
Smelling of aromatic Bleu de Chanel he bought
Tut-tut! Daddy wants just the teapot
Does he even long for my touch? I waver on second thought.

Sneaking into his bed with all my might
I swear I am on cloud nine in the sweetness and the moonlight
Down here, my little bud is on a high and it feels alright
In the strong arms of my white knight
But so cold he is, as usual without appetite
Shh! Cruel Momma’s in sight
Goodnight. 

For long I waited for it-a signal, a sign, an indication
It never arrived, it never will, ’cause everything is self-deception
More so, an illusion
Do I live in a fool’s paradise? I shudder in rumination
I sense fear, guilt and sin creep in with my destruction
Stiffled, smothered and suppressed, I silently witness my desires’ annihilation
As they burn till nothing but ash is left at the dawn of realization
Daddy’s little girl I shall forever remain, is my final decision.

*Image borrowed from Google

Heya beautiful bloggers!

Since you’ve enjoyed my short poem (well I guess, hopefully), I’d like to explain to you its central theme, which as you correctly identified, yaay, is the Electra Complex. Developed by Sigmund Freud, the Electra Complex is a girl’s psychosexual competition with her mother for possession of her father. In the course of her psychosexual development, it occurs in the third—phallic stage (ages 3–6)—of the five psychosexual development stages: (i) the Oral, (ii) the Anal, (iii) the Phallic, (iv) the Latent, and (v) the Genital. 

This conflict normally resolves when the child finally identifies with the same-sex parent and employs the defence mechanism of displacement to shift the object of her sexual desires from her father to men in general. It is just a game of the id, ego and superego. Though it might not fall into our pattern of political correctness, the Electra Complex is much of a realness in reality and through my poem, I have modestly tried to explore this not much talked about subject.

Wish you a good read!