Friday, June 6, 2008

Beyond Crossroads…

Petals of the heart hold in its hues,
The pigment of sexuality.
Scriptures, Vedas, myths, and epics, in
Every culture depicts these stories.
And history never fails to reiterate them.
Imprinted in human mind, these stories
Reappear and the heroes and heroines are the same.
Except the differences through cultures,
Names differs, attire differs and scenario too.
Also songs; we call them: love songs, duets,
Melodies, pops, or even soft blues.

Man cannot exist on his own; neither woman.
He is, and she also lives in the shadows of a thought
Enveloped in sexuality, through fascination,
Adoration, passion, lasciviousness, co-habitation,
Or even matrimony; then procreation, to fill the vacuum
In his or her existence, to make it perfect.
This want is towering in the mind as
A craving of the soul, to find its own mate;
A thirst for finding the better half or the other half
A longing, to discover the missing hemisphere.

Ruminating over one’s self, the presence
Of a woman, invade the subconscious.
As,in the mind of a woman too.
It develops into a hypothesis.
Deep inside, someone calls or cries,
From the cave’s mouth of the body.
Who calls?
The call of the other half, reverberates in the marrows,
In the mind, in the sinews, in the desires,
And makes a duality; a unison, in one’s being.
And pine for a support from the other half
To continue the existence…


drippingmind said...

Man cannot exist on his own; neither woman.
He is, and she also lives in the shadows of a thought...

Well said, kunjubi, :-) I love your poetry as well, my friend.

Sorry I wasn't able to check onto Shadows of Scribbles for quite sometime, been sick the past weeks.

Kunjubi said...

Leofina..thank you.. Missed you all the while..Happy you are back to normal. Nice to know u liked it... cheers.... kunjubi