The silken hair that brushes past my arm and moves away like a breeze
Leaving me still, leaving a fragrance that makes me close my eyes
and think of nothing -
That look Waheeda gives - come hither- and sings
'Jane kya tu ne kahi'
Meenakumari dressing up for her husband
Nargis asking the moon to hide behind clouds
Madhabi Mukherjee singing, swaying in the swing
Dimple with her heart going thud thud in the flickering flames...
Listening to Lata, to songs spanning decades, I lie, letting the flood
Of beautiful women, so painfully beautiful, hurting me
Hurting me, all the while I ask for more pain...
Sharmila tells me 'Nindiya na aaye...'
I look at you, women, at your curls and wish
You would smother me in them;
When I die I will carry
Your scent with me.
I look at you, women, at your dark, liquid eyes
That makes me want to drown in them
The sweat beads that I will lick
Your tremulous lips that I will kiss and
Breath in deep you, as I nip your earlobes.
I look at you, women, at your slender fingers
And imagine them tracing patterns on me
Your smooth, rounded shoulders I will stain with my kiss.
As your arms encircle my head and press my face gently
To your softness, in great tenderness -
All I have to do is to close my eyes
And Time and Space would cease to be.
******* Balachandran V, Alappuzha, 05.03.2012