WHISPERS: Songs of hearts, desires and queen of battles

 Curtsey Andy Ilachinski
One Stop Poetry 

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SOME JUST DON'T DREAM

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The waves reached out

Tapped my shoulder

And asked

Are you with her?

I said 

"Yes"

The sea, then, moved closer

The setting sun, stopped setting

The breeze stood still

The seagulls froze

Still, pinned up in the sky

As the waves said,

"Can you please ask her

To come out of your dreams

And see us,

As we are missing her too.

You know, unlike you

We don't dream"

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Shashi

ॐ नमः शिवाय 

Om Namah Shivaya

O Queen of Battles

Sun, set down, finally on the Kingdom

It lay shattered amidst the bloodbath of the ground

And the mighty warriors, with their broken pride,

Dying under the blood soaked, sight and sound

Head, though, still attached and still held high

Many a questions flickering in their fading lifeless eyes

O King!

Why now you are kneeling, on the lost earth

Made of dust, not strutting on your throne

Swaying with pride and charming queen

On your side
Why now you are waiting for the final blow
Why now, finally, you are kneeling, on the lost earth?

Do you have no more warriors to feed,  to your frenzy

Of power, lust and to unconquered life less mass of dust?

No more Elder’s, Brother’s and Son’s,
You have hidden
In your treasured blood red Chest

No more duty bound warrior souls

To fuel the spine chilling flames of your hunger

Don’t you feel the freezing coldness streaks of hatred,

Streaking from the funeral pyres

Of our wives, daughters and mothers

Already carved unto our dying hearts

And to yours, more so of deadly desires.

O Queen!

Why did you loose your self

In the arms of a man’s desire, to own

And then disown

In one full sweep of your wandering heart.

Why did you plan the fall of the mighty kingdom

In the Trojan of your lust.

Where did you hide your golden covetous charm,

When the ugly face of your hunger, lie unmasked?

Did you burry it with your offspring of passions,
Innocent children of your lust
Who now lie dead besides us?

Or

You are still saving it for the victor

When he strides across our dead faces,

Trampling on our pride and removing all our traces

In the oblivion of history’s dust.

And
Then

To welcome him into your arms

With your another set of honeyed charms

To ride out into the horizon of another sun dawn

Of another blood lust

Along with another victor's fresh blood

O Queen of Battles

When will you conquer your bloody thirst?

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Bit by Bit

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Passion cupped in Palms

Bodies melts in the honeyed hands

Spoon by spoon, One is consumed in love

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Shashi

Submitted for Monday Poetry Potluck (Click here to read about it and add yours own)