Kavita ~ Reflections
on Poetry
Check out links below:
Songs of The Body
• Words for Hungry Tongues
• In the Folds of Your Sari •
Ali's Poem
Words
for Hungry Tongues
published by Inevitable Press, Laguna Beach, CA.
ISBN 1-931349-09-6
(c) 2000
The poems in this collection celebrate the erotic and the idea of the
beloved. They suggest the nature of longing, of loving as renewal,
and also the spiritual nature of the physical union.
This book is priced at $10.00
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"The
Beloved appears in many forms, in many ways, in many moments...Still
and active...silent |
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is the Beloved? -- Ambika Talwar What is the beloved? you ask. The beloved is someone whose feet you kiss as you bid goodnight. What is the beloved? you ask. The beloved is one in whose eyes you see raindrops drifting on falling leaves. What is the beloved? you ask. The beloved is someone whom you can smell with your touch. What is the beloved? you ask. Someone in whose belly you rest your aching head and whose being you cradle in your whispering arms. What is the beloved? you ask. Someone whose words shatter your stillness and carry you to greater self-knowing whose ears wait to hear the resonance in your voice. What is the beloved? you ask. Someone to whom you feed the food of desire from your mouth. Someone to whom you feed the food of rest from your hips. Someone whose thirst you satisfy with dewdrops shining on rose petals. And when it all comes down to moments when the world is a shattered mirror, the beloved is just that someone whose tears you wash with your own. Who is that beloved? you muse. It is I, I say. It is I. # (Both poems appear in Words For Hungry Tongues)
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Dancing
with Shiva by Ambika Talwar The body black/ Black is the body, oh Shiva The body is terrifying/ The body is black The body races and twirls in the blackness of dense smoke illumined by fires in the night of the sacred moon The dark night The body black/ Black is the body, oh Shiva The dance is terrifying/ My body longs for your suppleness The quiet sifting of grace from yours to mine from mine to yours. The body black/ Black is the body, oh Shiva the senses transcend the yearning/ for aroma of you incense of white flower jasmine, sandalwood and ash every bone a flute to your whispers mischief and wisdom every touch a paean to the orange blue fires of your dance The body black/ Black is the body, oh Shiva You bring down the leaves the sky, the rain and the lightening and my eating vibhuti everyday brings me continually the taste of your eternal body The body black/ Black is the body, oh Shiva my body wrapped in wild trance/ of your dance my heart beats to your every step and the dumroo carelessly counting time washes ashore from every ocean to mark the end, the beginning the effect, the cause The body black/ Black is the body, oh Shiva blacker than the blackest night opened by the crescent moon we merge form and content # |
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