Each night I bleed a part of my soul to her beauty,
Silken words congeal like a mole to her beauty.
A lone moon is treading forth the liminal dust of evening,
The dying sun has hitched a veil of kohl to her beauty.
Is that a beeline of suitors to the bounty of her blossoms?
Garrisons failed to conquer the poles to her beauty.
I have wandered in the prisons for days and nights a million,
The holy books will offer no parole to her beauty.
Uma you who scribble such scandalous ghazals in English,
Your pencil is but dripping wet charcoal to her beauty.
Now that’s a beauty and worth waiting for… it cries out lush sensuality.
Many thanks, Bruce. I am happy it reached out to you.
So vivid–I could picture a charcoal painting filling a page as I read the words
You have a poet’s sensibility, my friend. Thank you!
Let such scandalous gazhals flow from the charcoal dripped pencil of Uma more often. It is always a pleasure to read such compositions.
Thanks for the encouragement, Mr Dash. I have been out of commission of late.
beauty of the soul—unreachable and untouched…lovely, Uma.
Where would be I without your appraisal? Thank you ever so much.
Thanks for the glow.
Such liquid, sensuous, passion, Uma
You have said so much in so few words, Derrick. Thank you ever so much.
Beautiful, Uma, and etched with pain and longing.
Sandra, you have closed in on the emotions like the magician you are!
A passionate, sensual expression of love and desire. Beautifully written poem, Umashankar, silken words indeed!
I will savour those words for long, my friend.
Beautiful imagery Uma, I love the ‘liminal dust of evening’ and the hitched ‘veil of kohl’. Passionate and sensual.
Many thanks for those words of encouragement. I am indebted for the footprints.
Adoration and passion expressed so beautifully! Bring on the scandalous Ghazals! 🙂
Thanks for the beautiful and nourishing compliment. The fumbling sponge in my skull is thrilled!
Wonderful. You are painting a fine picture with words here.
Many thanks, Subroto. Your words mean a lot.
Brilliant to the core. Your blog post is. And that’s a merit. No doubt. Whether a vice or a virtue might be a point to think.
Gorgeous and passionate!
I will read your posts every morning with my coffee until I am caught up on all you have accomplished. Your work pulls the reader inside and makes the reading as real as if they were there. I believe my blood heated up while reading Wet Charcoal. The imagery is fantastic. I have never forgotten reading your story, Uma, about the monkeys. I swear, I can still hear them scream, see their fangs, and feel the fear. ~Ginene
I am enriched and indebted by the attention, Ginene. I fervently hope not to disappoint you down the posts.
Uma you who scribble such wonder ghazals in English,
Are a master and your pencil no charcoal but tool of a goldsmith that engraves in gold.
I was captivated by these words.
Moving. Was it my imagination or was the crescendo rising through the stanzas?
Very sensual indeed. You weave a spell with your words