inner spaces: Munnar

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Munnar

Munnar

Tall trees of silver

Pierced the evening sky,

Green checkered hills

Slowly rolling by;

Fiery poinsettia

Kissed by the sun,

Butterflies in a tango

Beckoning beyond;

A waft of fresh, green leaves

Round every other bend,

Heady smell of tea leaves

Sublime and potent.

The cool air tingled,

Stirring hearts and souls,

Winding roads, hovering mist,

Beauty to behold!

(12th November 2012)

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for my eyes only

there is a place,
a sanctuary,
somewhere inside,
where I can rest
without clothes,
without mascara,
without painted lips
singing staccato songs,
and waxed skin glowing
in its unnatural perfection,
where I am there
for my eyes only,
without mindless wanderings,
without seductive snares,
without violating what I love most,
without settling for anything less
than who I am and want to be,
where I can speak with my own voice,
not waiting to be received or extolled,
where I can stand
in front of my heart's desire
and not twitch a muscle or breath,
where I can hold and burn in the fire
of my own wildness and maverick self
unleashed without walls and checks,
where I can claim my gifts,
my humanness,
and a lifetime of stories
waiting to be heard and released
into the orgasmic mystery
of all that is and isn't me,
for my eyes only.

come with me....
...as I take you there....