Monday, March 05, 2007

Thy no pussy cat

when you fire a kiss
lips as frying fish
saute in thy oil
of love,hate and ecstasy.

i sink my teeth
in thy pristine breasts
a drop of honey mixed
in bitter sweat

You are a leach
boring holes in me
my unclean blood
weaving rainbows in red.

Let me jump into
everlasting pyre
make me a martyr
in our love and fights

those days when we
kissed like pussy cats
are gone,let them be a
memoir of our past

i with a double edge
sword cut thee a million times
Each time,
you emerge from
the horizon of death
like a durga on a tigress
licking me a billion times over....

6 Comments:

Blogger Latheesh Mohan said...

Hey....nice

7:32 AM  
Blogger pophabhi said...

Red.
A peaceful red thats dead.

9:02 AM  
Blogger What is in a name? said...

stupudity!

2:54 AM  
Blogger What is in a name? said...

Please dont write for the sake of writing. And if you cant express your feelings in ENGLISH language, try writing in MALAYALAM! Or else pl stop writing this #$%^&*()_+

2:56 AM  
Blogger sameeran said...

Peterji...
read all your poems in the blog...
truth in your lines,"sharp" language(ie y it bleed often,no?)...
more of an individualistic canvas,but with a ubiquitouness in perspective..."insidious pleasures"....ha ha
A similar platform of themes v cud find in poems of Balachandran Chullikad...for God sake let it not b a wild comparison... but like him u too have "glorified" personal pains,dillemmas,and love...bridging between love and lust... peterji can i ask u something? r u obsessed with the feeling LOVE? if yes, you r a poet indeed...

9:17 PM  
Blogger Babitha Marina Justin said...

your thoughts are nice, theres passion, intensity and tits bits of an obsessive voyeurism thats capturerd well. but pare down usages like "pristine breasts" and all, such adjectives take away the beauty of the poem...

7:54 PM  

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