Within you

(To my last love.Though far away you are still within me)

Suddenly one day,when my dawn turned black,
And coal painted off the red streaks,
I placed my feet in the puddle on the edge
To slip,deliberately,into the depth in you.
I swam in the cradling waves within you
To search for the scattered pearls of drops.
When your waves could no more quench my thirst
I yearned for your moist thin lips,
Ignoring the dwindling luster of my stars
And the fading halo of my moon.
I groped for your specks of beard,that hairy chest
Longing for the tickle they could impart.
I took away what you bestowed me –
A gush of breath and a few heart beats.
I am lower down in you,still higher up
Curled within the mighty arms of yours.
Let me forget morality,the eagles circling in my sky
And the saw-edged teeth devouring on me.
Let me lie here,until the body shrivels
A warm grave for my frigid corpse.

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

5 thoughts on “Within you

  1. Mohammad ashraf

    Give a man wit,he is a poet;give a man depth,he is a philosopher;give him an observing eye,he is a psychoanalyist;give him emotion,he is a lover;give him boldness,he is a soldier;give him innocence,he is a child;give him principles,he is a moralist. . . . . .

    Now combine this all,and add an aroma of frankness arising out of the depths of a pure heart,


    Well,this is another characteristic of a great poet. . .to shun away the false morality ,for there lies more purity in the unabashed treatment of mortal mentality. . .only a person with the acme of knowledge and experience can be so categorical in outlook. . .and here lies the answer to that mystery—what is poetry and from what mysterious regions does it sprout out?this poem seems to be just like the ‘stream of conciousness’ that brings about the sublimation of pent up psychic energy. . .the forceful fantasy shows the depth of yearning for the connection. . .the beautiful juxtaposition of emotional and sexual catharsis!

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