Snakes and truants

Kiss Me

by Vaijyanti Ghose

Come kiss me.
I am waiting under the morning sun,
At the edge of the rock near the pool,
On the vine of red flowers.
I am the dying croak of the night,
The dry bark on your lawn,
The hunger in the pit of your stomach,
The rage pulsing in your veins.
Come kiss me,
Cradle me,
Love me,
Let me loose.................

© 2008 Vaijyanti Ghose

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Truant

by Vaijyanti Ghose

As my truant spirit plays havoc with your senses,
Sets fire to your balmy soul drenched in this sudden shower,
As these long fingers play with your burgundy tresses and
My eyes watch you arch towards me,
My heart hears you moan from some deep dark corner of your soul
And, frenzied by it, digs further into you.

And yet I know this is just for tonight.
Tomorrow you shall do this to someone else,
Look at him as though besotted,
And all you want is to be ravished by him.
I know you, girl.
This brief night you are mine.
Tomorrow will bring another.
Who can pay for you to play the part of love?

© 2008 Vaijyanti Ghose

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Vaijyanti Ghose says: "My mind is an independent creature, somewhat like saying, 'My mind has a mind of its own'. As the pen scribbles on my paper I read what my mind has to tell me…."

Vaijyanti lives in Delhi, India. She writes a blog called www.fishpoo.blogspot.com.

"Woman Chameleon" by Vaijyanti

WOMAN CHAMELEON

by Vaijyanti Ghose

Sitting
like a chameleon
on a black rock.
The thirsty sun,
looking down on me.
Rolling two eyes
in opposite directions,
following the spider
spinning its way up the green cactus.


Black then, green now,
as the long tongue flicks out
and enters the cavern of your mouth.
Whisky and cigarette melt together
on the walls of your mouth,
as your rough snake tongue flicks out to consume me.


Snake tongue on brown chameleon skin on the tree bark.


Enveloped in the putrid smell of your love,
I love and hate you,
My hands repulse as your snake coils bind me to you.
Loving and hating,
Loved and conquered,
Woman chameleon,
changing colours, hues,
moods.


Chameleon eyes,
Whirring around, looking for escape,
as the neck slowly disappears in the snake mouth opened wide.

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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the

moments that take our breath away.

© 2008 Vaijyanti Ghose

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Vaijyanti Ghose: I wrote as it came to me. There was some whisky lying around, something I have lately taken a dislike to, and I had spent the whole day looking up snakes and chameleons on the internet.

Vaijyanti Ghose says: "My mind is an independent creature, somewhat like saying, 'My mind has a mind of its own'. As the pen scribbles on my paper I read what my mind has to tell me…."

Vaijyanti lives in Delhi, India. She writes a blog called www.fishpoo.blogspot.com.