Sex Unsexed

A sweet love song I hummed often as a teenager plays in the background from screaming, over-sized speakers amidst a crowd of humanity at its insane best... still, I manage to shift into my own space of bliss and the memories attached therewith. 

The world in the mean time, still goes on its normal spree... prince Harry manages to shock the world as his priceless buff-revealing photos emerges from Vegas (at times, what happens in Vegas does not seem to stay in Vegas.) God save the queen! Websites try to figure out through its online polls on who is smarter-Sherlyn Chopra, who proudly represented India in the Playboy magazine or is it Poonam Pandey, (who unlike the almost forgotten Mangal Pandey, the freedom fighter,) has used her freedom to expression in free India to the maximum by undressing for the cricket team; its "patriotism" you get to see afterall. It is found that the sensational Aarushi Talwar murder case, where the 14-year-old was found killed alongside the male-domestic help, were found to be actually involved in a sexual relationship which according to the investigators could have been the reason for their killing (talk about how difficult it is to find a good domestic help these days); though according to her father, in his own words, "sex is no big deal in elite society." Geetika, from the glamorous world often built in the air comparable to the air hostess that she was, must be giggling, twisting and turning from the world of the dead as post-mortem reports reveal that she was involved in "unnatural" sex with other high flyers. Natural or unnatural, what difference does it make? Its all about whether it was humbling or humiliating as far as matters of sex are concerned... isn't it?! 

Now with strippers, flashers and a bunch of horny humans submitting their acts for an equally horny crowd to watch, I watch from the side-walk, policemen with bamboo sticks attached to the "long-arm" of the law thrashing and chasing humble, street-side hawkers trying to make a living, though small, an honest living... as passport authorities get busy stamping the visa documents of Karenjit Kaur Vohra a.k.a Sunny Leone, an honourable Indian, who has an impeccable record of acting in and directing pornography movies; as a crowd gathers, (as usual,) holding placards to welcome her into the Indian mainstream. In the meantime, the song that I was listening to, drifts into its optimal finale as my dormant brain watches all these in its seasonal best... just that I had music to go with it this time. 

p.c: www.sodahead.com

And There She Lay

The sensuous one searches the core

for that love still untold.

Search she does underneath bridges

and between the ridges.

Overflowing, melting, sans holds

steps she takes quite bold.

Exploring within, stretching beyond pleasure and pain

heart drenched in tear and rain.

Drop by drop as the drops melt 

warmth from her sure is felt.

Rising above all with hope and despair

the search for remorseless love seems fair.

Tussled hair and classy flair

nothing more she has to bare.

Cries and moans ring the air

tossed and turned with lustful tear.

Beauty and the beast all within

for once together writhing.

Finale sure does she reach

with all boundaries breached.

 Still breathing in silky moist

no language can tell this twist.

An experience her very own

in complete surrender she had thrown.

Everything is for her to keep

pain and pleasure for her to reap.

With nothing to lose and nothing to gain

lay she drenched in rain.

Uncontained, unchained and unnamed

there lay bliss untamed.

Shivering, shuddering, spontaneous

everything felt percutaneous.

Squirming as she tries to hold back everything held within

she gave herself for this win.

(inspired by a poetry I read today, I wrote thus...)

The Lover's Temptation

Testing the man's impulse, temptation reigns.
With the maiden's simplest twist,
melody galored, beauty adored.
The ravaging beast within, all set to devour;
Knowing not, the prey lies in sweet surrender.

Lying thus between the mythical lines of insanity,
vain, pain and seductive pleasure all entwined.
Tempest of lust rising like wildfire.
Amidst hope and shattering despair,
raining clouds could have drenched the reigning moan.

Yet, with a harmonious glow with nothing left to conquer
began the exploration of the soul.
Bodies tied like a hangman's rope,
the noose neither killing nor letting go.
Kisses, soft and hungry too, muscles twitch with every move,

Coiling like serpents in tight embrace,
the heart doth race to the lover's pace.
Lifting high on the air above, to let her fly as she will...
yet she leaned to reach her lovers lip,
to grab another moment of sheer bliss.

A walk into the wilderness with the kiss of love,
shackles of restraint broken in haste.
No more turmoil of the world below.
with heaven too far to reach above
rose the stars with twinkling glee,
Life was worth living free.

Pic. Courtesy: http://wordexplain.com/sintempt.html

The Lustful Wish

Whirlwinds of magnitude great swirled like wildfire rising.
Far above the celestial skies,
a whisper among the Gods-About her beauty.

That widening smile, her twinkling eyes!
The words just broke and the worlds just stopped to watch
as she jumped to sway her flowing frock.

The winds of mischief with growing lust gasped for a moment and grew stronger,
Watching her honey-drenched lips shine with the sun’s blinding rays.
The rays so sharp, cleverly did try to hide her skin, brazing those watchful eyes.

She jumped to reach…
to reach for something above the skies.
The splendid horizon, the mooring moon,
the soaring eagle, the thumping beagle…
something much above what the eyes could see.

The mind full of vanishing struggle oft tried in vain,
to contain her within limits of boundaries and pensive solace.
The fragile leaves swayed in the field
with tender understanding as they soothed her glowing skin.

“Even the free-sailing tempest dareth not stop her now.
This time is for her to fly and touch the skies.”
Said he standing invisible somewhere nearby.


Picture Courtesy: http://www.wagnerartgallery.com.au/gfx2/aylward_william-girlinthewind.jpg

The Coiling Female Sexuality

Today I read a passage from a book on female sexuality and it was quite interesting. A woman has written about trans-sexual energy and the coitus that follows... the path she has to take and the past she has to let go before experiencing the shiverring, spine chilling experience of an orgasm so very inhuman. There is the mentioning of a energy wave that flows and fills the room, noticable by everyone and predictably to everyone's envy. The experience she claims, is very trans sexual and extremely spiritual making 'SEX' a Sacred-EXpression of love. It struck a chord in me as I am someone who believes in the energy as well.

After the spiritual experience where the woMan feels like a goddess before, during and after making love, she tries to have sex as mortals do and finds the experience unworthy-both for her partner as well as herself. Struck a chord again. However, what is this energy that overwhelms some, unknown to plenty? Is it an experience describable? or should it be left in the realms of 'thathuvumasi'?

Its a spiritual search to connect I believe. The trinity that connects... truth, love and simplicity. The mutual bond that is created, realized and celebrated. The energy that moves with every wave of the body, the body itself moving and arching like a snake-a snake in perfect motion, coiling with a flow, a humble submission than a learnt feeling of frantic humiliation. The offering of complete vulnerability. The beauty of surrendering the soul with no barriers or shame. The emergence of a rekindled soul, glowing with an experience of an enlightened height of ecstacy and euphoria.

The wild passion mixed with the comfort of space and time. The truth that everyone begs to find and the love that most would live or die for, in the simple embrace of the lover. She becomes her and she becomes him.

Bottomline: Very few are rendered to see the collision of the moon and the sun

From A Trip

There is so much I would like to blog about. Just back from a trip to my cousins. So many events and so many personalities and so many dynamics that come with it... so much so that yesterday's Ramzaan party at Sumsudeen's was a good get away. The night, once again with friends at another party... these days I get invited to so many parties and invariably there is so much of sharing. Sort of getting used to the fact that various groups like to party and glad to be part of every other group. Sadder than being invited to these parties were you are obliged to go would be, when you don't get invited to any. So think this is better for me...

Ever wonder what comes in when a group deliberates itself to listen to you thinking that you are meaningful? It sort of puts a need to be reassured with the arms of wisdom around you and wish passively that you are making sense and not dissappointing the audience. At times it makes you feel as though the acceptance of you by the group can surpass their expectations so much so that you can actually touch upon the lightest things in the world and make it sound like a wonder. Needless to say, it is... isn't it not?

By the by, yesterday had its interesting turn of events too. Vulnerability is not my 'inthing' yet I knew I was vulnerable at certain points. Glad that it went as unnoticed as a Freudian slip. By the by, I wrote one of the steamiest, passionate and intense poems yesterday... Have to decide if i may post it... hmmmm! let me think...

Psst! Haven't been able to post anything that I wanted to... just got drifted away...

Bottomline: Life is interesting...

The Lustful Wish

Whirlwinds of magnitude great
swirleth like wildfire rising.
Far above the celestial skies,
A whisper among the Gods-About her beauty.

The widening smile, her twinkling eyes!
The words just broke and the worlds just stopped to watch
as she jumped to sway her flowing frock.

The winds of mischief with growing lust gasped for a moment and grew stronger,
Watching her honey-drenched lips shine with the sun’s blinding rays.
The rays so sharp, cleverly did try to hide her skin,
brazing those watchful eyes.

She jumped to reach,
To reach for something above the skies.

The splendid horizon,
The mooring moon,
The soaring eagle,
The thumping beagle,
The mind full of vanishing struggle oft tried in vain,
to contain her within limits of boundaries and pensive solace.

The fragile leaves swayed in the field
with tender understanding as they soothed her glowing skin.

“Even the free-sailing tempest dareth not stop her now.
This time is for her to fly and touch the skies.”
Said he standing invisible somewhere near.

Sin Sans Guilt

Isn’t it strange how Gods have Goddesses yet the Devil is always Masculine and alone! Does that mean that every Man needs a woman to become God-like? Undeniably there is a correlation. Look around… it’s the Boys, Guys, Men without a woman besides to neutralize that venomous testosterone by submerging it with the magic and illusion of love who dare to venture into the forbidden world of sin sans guilt though quite often than at times its because of the women they are with that Men get into this world too.

Does this sprinkle a perspective? Men need women who are feminine not those who think that Men are chauvinistic, arrogant bastards and display their equally annoying side by trying to replicate them as a means to be their “equals”. It is in this deadly combination of the completely Masculine side of the Man and the completely feminine side of the female that an aura of charisma is created. Everyone needs an inspiration to create or destroy. Inspiration comes in many forms be it music, wine or women though one Man’s food can be another Man’s poison… the wonder of nature’s ability to create a monster and an angel at the same time with the same ingredients. Romance is just a cloud every human soul wants to embrace.Typical Male behaviour is seen in the wild though most Male beasts roam in the urban jungle amidst files and wires. Though capable of offering tender love and care, this animal prefers to be complicated, aggressive, uncontrollable, unpredictable, arrogant and powerful reserving 'tlc' only for the woman it is with. Once having decided to be nasty to survive the wild, it is better to be the rare Blackadder.

Bottomline: "Some rise by sin and some by virtue fall" Shakespeare