He demands my femininity
In its undiluted fullness
I am taken, sip by sip
Relished like a stiff drink
He finishes me
In slow mouthfuls
With a measured malice
Makes me empty
Not a droplet is left of me
Untouched by his thirst
Stern like a mountain
His sheer presence
Obstructs my playful youth
Once free as a brook!
He arrested my wild currents
Tamed each naughty ripple
Disciplined the waves
His impatient reprimand
Subdues me to glacial maturity
Solid and cold I grow old
From the mountainous heights of his ego
I manage to slip down and down
I shatter, I melt
Turn to tributaries
The streams of sweat
Pervade the terrain of skin
Amid the thin shores of veins
Bored blood trickles slowly
Starting from heart
The river of love
Dries up in the expanse of aloofness
The lava of lust
Leaves the furrows scorched in surfeit
Blocked in the wilderness of flesh;
The stagnant amniotic lake!
The foetus of futility
Stirs in its deep sorrows
The corpses of my unborn descendents
Float on the lethal surface
Yet no salty streams
Drip down my pallid cheeks
The eyes remain
Dry as cinders
My fixed stare
Scalds his pride
There is nothing left
Of me
Untouched by his thirst
Except; perhaps
This flaring gaze
Yes!
There is something
Something indeed!
A torrential secret
He never unravels
All my streams join
An ocean, ultimately
My brain becomes the pulp of moon
To merge with your thought stream
You gambol and groan In the mad waters of my verse
Beware!
Like a fierce fish
Unseen and voracious
My soul prowls
To capture you!
Contributor:
BINI SAJIL. Has submitted her doctoral thesis to the University of Kerala. Interested in creative writing and translation. Writes genuinely inspired poetry.
