lalita larking

An obsession with cryptic crosswords. Everything else falls in place.

Location: Kolkata, India

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Erato strikes!

It happens all the time. You read a poem. An image strikes you. There's no help for it, you have to write one too.

Of definitions

When ego fades to nothingness
And soul hangs on the edge of something indefinable,
Do you know where you are?
Do you know who you are?
In whispered directions
In hissing of held breaths and gasps
In joined climbing of a joyous peak
How do you define
The deed, the need, the outcome?
Life worshipping life?
When heart is full
When speech is lost
When a monsoon of sweat brings bodies to harvest in due time
As hand meets hand and fingers flame caresses
When the sanctity of Vedic chants infuses sweat- drenched murmurs,
When kisses replace the one hundred and eight praises of divinity
And heartbeats echo the tempo of temple bells
As body worships body:
What is prayer?
What does it mean?
A little death.


Blogger neha vish said...

I say it again - the last three lines killed me. And this - When kisses replace the one hundred and eight praises of divinity kills me further.

5:43 pm  
Anonymous Ash said...

You have been very prolific suddenly, Lali. But this is lovely. Do post more poems

6:04 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Do you know who you are?

That one question made me contemnplate my whole being and a hundred questions sprang up in my mind jostling for answers.

Bravo Matilda!

6:56 pm  
Blogger Lalita Mukherjea said...

Neha- Um, there is so much debate going on about orgasms and bittergourds and add 'two men kissing', I thought I should put in my two paise worth. So stop posting poems and egging me on, already, you poet, you.

Ash- I might be struck dumb tomorrow, so let me talk today, hm? Yeah, maybe I will post more poems.

Anon- Get yourself a pseudonym, cobber. Philosophy is Missus Em's speciality, after all. Enough said.

10:27 pm  
Anonymous Prophet of Doom said...

Nice ..

2:54 am  
Blogger Lalita Mukherjea said...

Ram, thanks.

7:20 am  
Blogger Priya said...

Attagirl! Sex never sounded better :)

11:14 am  
Blogger Urmea said...

Lovely Lali - very evocative... I am guessing we will not hear about how the muse snuck in to begin with [grin]

1:31 pm  
Anonymous Rajesh said...


5:15 pm  
Blogger Lalita Mukherjea said...

Priya- Nice to see you lurking, love.

U- Heh, maybe some day when we are sipping our coffee and letting Missus Em reminisce, tee hee.

Rajesh- Child, enough already. *simpers*

10:28 pm  
Blogger Chenthil said...

Truly sensuous Missus Em.

2:46 pm  
Blogger Lalita Mukherjea said...

Chenthil- Thank you.

3:00 pm  
Anonymous Non Sequitur Man said...

I devoutly wait for the epic Missus Em will write when she discovers the nine billion names of god. What will happen to Neha, then?

10:29 pm  
Blogger Lalita Mukherjea said...

Sheesh NSM, that'll be like a Test Match, with Drinks break and Lunch and Tea intervals!

7:50 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is a splendid example of cadences. The entire poem in its short and long meandering replicates lovemaking beautifully. The last three lines, coming after longer but detailed description come just right.

Short,sharp and urgent.

9:33 pm  
Blogger Lalita Mukherjea said...

Anon- I am gobsmacked. I certainly didn't plan to write it that way. Thanks.

6:06 pm  
Anonymous Karma said...

The entire "my body is your temple" motif at the end reminds me of my ex. I found out she was cheating on me suffice it to say my body aint her damn temple no more. Alas lovemakinf has been reduced by many including myself at some point or the other to a primal f**k. However if someone who has seen life(presuming on yer age here) can still label enjoyable procreation as lovemaking , then there is hope for us who are currently jaded and soulless.

5:56 pm  
Blogger Lalita said...

Karma- There is always hope. There is a vast difference between casual sex and making love, after all.

6:58 pm  

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