(13 Oct / Sainkul, Anandapur, Odisha, India)

The Metamorphosis (The Saga Of My Sati-3)

Moments passed
Like Ages and Ages
On this Earth.
You were still
In my arms.

My arms were no more
Arms of flesh and bones
That squeeze a shape,
Arms of lust and desire
That nabs a feminine make,
Arms of fire that burns
The flame of carnal urge,
Arms of fluid that carries
The beloved away, with its waves
Into a physical cage.

They had metamorphosed
Into shapes that
You dreamt so far!
Into waves of fire that
You cherished to burn in...
Into Passions of the soul
You wanted to merge in! !

by Subhas Chandra Chakra

Comments (4)

Moments passed Like Ages and Ages On this Earth. You were still In my arms. My arms were no more Arms of flesh and bones That squeeze a shape, Arms of lust and desire That nabs a feminine make, Arms of fire that burns The flame of carnal urge, Arms of fluid that carries The beloved away, with its waves Into a physical cage. Love at its max...Nice poem. I love it. Thanks for the sharing.
They had metamorphosed Into shapes that You dreamt so far! Into waves of fire that You cherished to burn in... Into Passions of the soul You wanted to merge in! ! Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
Arms of lust! ! With the muse of love and life. Thanks for sharing.
My arms were no more Arms of flesh and bones That squeeze a shape, Arms of lust and desire That nabs a feminine make, Arms of fire that burns The flame of carnal urge, Arms of fluid that carries The beloved away, with its waves Into a physical cage. Loved these lines. A nice series of poems. Thanks.