The Woman

Please excuse me.  I seem to write at great lengths these days...  :)

She raises mountains to her cheeks
With the crystals that she weeps
And feels no shame
She climbs up peaks of brilliance
Through love's sweet resilience
And never fails to  feel

Lucky as a last prayer
And happy amidst her cares
The truth can only make her dare
To raise herself.

Top it up and raise the crumbling stakes
She still has  what it takes
crippled and craven she hobbles up the trail.

The sun blushes through her veil
She moves beyond the eternal pale
Her light is subtle ethereal
Yet Day itself is not more real.

The chirping crickets croon her ease
She is in her element in Nature's lease
And though she is timid
A daring moth to your candle flame
Willing to wither her wispy wings
In the spirit of the game.

A delicate bud of love upon stemming hope
Her wings of gold may turn to dust
And her tears her years may rust 
away  those hopes that curtail fear
But her heart and spirit still remains untouched
Seeking searching
Her soul stays pure.

She is something blue forever true
She is borrowed but forgotteb unused
She is white elephant not made to order
Eligibility beyond your claim
She will not be tamed
She remains unnamed
To equivocation.

But if you ask her
softly
Your kindness whispered
Will make her stay.

Like a stubborn iron stain
Bloodied rusted from layers of pain
Suffering won't wash away
She was annointed her penance
Sorrow cannot silence her eloquence
Or shake her brilliant smiling  effervescence.

She is resigned victim
Sacrificial ritual kill
An unbroken unshaken bristling will
she calmly invites your chase
Dying a hundred deeper deaths
than many a one
Of people who
Sleepwalk to their end of days
To sleep in obsolete engraved pompous graves.

Her life is a gradual dreaming glacial haze
Her vision unsanctioned gaze
She's the shadowy face of  doubt
Spurring your inclination to find her out
She is your scream suppressed
And dazed and blinded
Her laughter scorns and mourns your days

For she can laugh when she cries
Luminosity of her pellucid eyes
ciders wine and vinegar
Serrates diamond chips to glinting daggers
She can hurt you with
A whiplash of her eyes
freeze you with her baleful ice

And from virago to honey bee
She moults through mountains of your need

She can see right  through
To the hurt beyond your lies
And she will stoop  so that you, conquering, release your inner light

Burning Man of raining streams of shame
Shed all your tears for your hidden fears
Flashback the years of pain
For she is here and not a passing Siren
Seduction is not her game.

She kisses fire to set your soul aflame
And she is the one who will
direct your blaze 
Ignite you with the grace of loving and living and making
Her
Your home and hearth,
Your fireplace.

Lightning strikes  meteorite flight
Or the archetypal fight
A fixture in beholder's eyes
Demon's pawn or angel's spawn
She's both....Both...Both.
And both are one and same
A
war among unequals
to restore balance of power the games of unappeased cruel  hunger.

burning bush and wailing wall
A jezebel you may mock and sell
Piece by piece in the marketplace
The carrion birds can't swallow Sati's flesh....

Ends
This trembling tale each bead of
tearful rosary

A heart in flight all her lifeto find the heart of her life.
You may capture never in your art
Her name makes lesions
In your secret parts.

Ominous  shooting Star fallen wish like silver streak
Daydreamer devil
good and evil
Human
Human
Human is her uncalled name.

love's defloration non affiliation
She frames the portrait of life for you..
she is boundary and delineations
Borderlines of  infinite creation
Defiant refined  definitions of
Clichés and normative points of view.

Sow a hundred roses one by one
Pluck the petals kiss and burn
Scent her love in  flagrant fragrant fame.
Perhaps you may
Arise, arrive
Be alive again..

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014