Showing posts with label Lily Swarn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lily Swarn. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Lily Swarn writes


Destiny 



It's the palanquin 
of destiny 



Swaying its waist 
like a folk dancer
in the sand dunes 



Invitingly curvaceous
dauntingly rigid 



Attired in black skirts
Alluring yet widowed 



Tapping its feet
Whirling a la dervishes 



Enticing with its limpid eyes
Warning with its jaunty rhythm 




Striking a statuesque pose
Not unlike the stone carvings
Of the lifelike Khajuraho temples 



One toss of her serpentine braid
And Destiny can arrest life in her tresses 



The come hither looks deceptive
The oceanic depths hazardous 



Destiny is ruthless
Mercy is not even her middle name
She smirks in her silver edged odhni
Confident of her endless power.





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