lalita larking

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Location: Kolkata, India

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Love in a rocking chair

I sit here in my rocking chair
And remember the times
When my arms clasped you close
Body straining against body

I sit here rocking

Through thick and thin
In sickness and health
In fascination need and longing
I remember clawing

I sit here rocking

All the nights of tangled limbs
Hesitant caresses urgent hands
Your skin silk in moonlight
My legs wrapped around you

I sit here rocking

Toothless we are and wrinkled
Aches and pains and aging
But it was only yesterday
Those nights of unbridled lust

I sit here rocking

Cheers!

Post script: This poem is dedicated to the soon to be emperor of the universe, in blatant toadying so I will be declared Court Poetess.

12 Comments:

Anonymous Ash said...

What a touching poem. Bravo, Lali.

10:08 am  
Anonymous vivek kedia said...

so u are a poet too !!


vivek

12:37 pm  
Blogger dipali said...

Beautiful- I can see us all getting there sooner or later:)

12:56 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a poem. This is why I love this blog. You take my breath away. Note to Rimi- Breathe and breath mean different things.
Sincerely,
Secret admirer #2

8:48 pm  
Blogger Lalita said...

Ash- Hmm. I was expecting quibbles at scansion at the least. Thanks.

Vivek- I plead mistaken identity, milord, I've got an alibi too.

Dipali- Yes, we all get there sooner or later, but let's be drawn there screaming and kicking, no? Why give in? It is all in the mind anyhow.

Anon- Do get a name. And stop nitpicking at the princess. You don't get brownie points for it.

10:04 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your skin silk in moonlight Is a poignant line. Visual tactile and lasting memories evoked beautifully. Deftly done, Lali.
Sincerely,
Secret admirer
(No name rank or serial number)

11:37 pm  
Blogger Lalita said...

Anon- Thanks, but name rank and serial number, please.

11:32 pm  
Blogger Ravages/CC said...

I saw it the other day, but, um, *cough* it didn't um, *cough*, register. Been a little trussed up for time. Read it today, and wow! Thank ye. Thank ye! Thou shall forever and always remain the court poetess.

C

9:40 pm  
Blogger Lalita said...

Emperor mine,
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy evermore enlarg'd:
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of heart shouldst owe.


Bard or moi, same difference.

11:05 pm  
Blogger Ash7 said...

very nice poem... i liked it very much

6:06 pm  
Blogger Lalita said...

Ash7- Thank you.

11:34 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This poem hurt. It pulls no punches. Age memory tricks and recall. Sharp and true.

Johnnie

10:03 pm  

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