The Freaks

Poem By Kamala Das

He talks, turning a sun-stained
Cheek to me, his mouth, a dark
Cavern, where stalactites of
Uneven teeth gleam, his right
Hand on my knee, while our minds
Are willed to race towards love;
But, they only wander, tripping
Idly over puddles of
Desire. .... .Can this man with
Nimble finger-tips unleash
Nothing more alive than the
Skin's lazy hungers? Who can
Help us who have lived so long
And have failed in love? The heart,
An empty cistern, waiting
Through long hours, fills itself
With coiling snakes of silence. .....
I am a freak. It's only
To save my face, I flaunt, at
Times, a grand, flamboyant lust.

Comments about The Freaks

'his mouth, a dark Cavern, where stalactites of Uneven teeth gleam' - these lines are beautifully descriptive, that I loved so much! 'Skin's lazy hungers' is another expression par excellence. 'The heart, An empty cistern, waiting Through long hours, fills itself With coiling snakes of silence......' - oh, so beautifully described! Loved this imaginative poem of sensuality. It gets maximum score from me,5*****
I am a freak. It's only To save my face, I flaunt, at Times, a grand, flamboyant Iust......beautiful poem on the biological desire on the name of love; we are human; we have feelings; happiness and sorrow - these two are prime fact of our mind; when we grow up and our youthfulness shows us the path of enjoyment the life thru the biological desire; like the fire it burns our inside igniting love flame; but we take disguise shelter on namesake holiness!
of love! ! ! ! Through long hours! Love and art. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wow! You have penned an exceptionally expressive work. Thanks for sharing this piece which is so full of emotion and imagery!
Beautiful. Once bitten twice shy. Shes been up the love road and last time it did not end well


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