Wandering weekly: Sensual
Technorgasmic we flee into an alternate reality
Of us inching closer through a world in reverb
Original we echo in a universal consciousness.
Sensual the tongue extends its sin
Sensual the eye seeks greater delight
Click shuts the door on one more level of innocence as
Sensual the ear aches for truth amidst the din
Expand the walls of my forgotten dreams
Sensual they burst into soapy smithereens
Sexy they think the screaming woman they broke.
Of us inching closer through a world in reverb
Original we echo in a universal consciousness.
Sensual the tongue extends its sin
Sensual the eye seeks greater delight
Click shuts the door on one more level of innocence as
Sensual the ear aches for truth amidst the din
Expand the walls of my forgotten dreams
Sensual they burst into soapy smithereens
Sexy they think the screaming woman they broke.
posted by Princess Joya | 11:47 pm
6 Comments:
many 'voices'are fused
into the symphony of the poem.
kamaal ka kabita hey?
'walls of forgotten dreams really get expanded.
Nice, technorgasmic? ..The sensuality of the online world.
Feels good to be back home?
How was the trip?
"...the screaming woman they broke" ???
Was does this imply. Sex with a virgin?? Hey Aranyi, good stuff. So are your poems a result of your desires or your experiences or a derivation of the media we all so copiously consume? I think sex is perceived differently by women from India and the west. My guess is that for western women who tend to have more sexual freedom and choices, (and therefore more experience too starting from an earlier age!), they make it sound less poetic, and more fun, kinky, sweaty, need-based, businesslike kinda like how men experience it. In India, the romantic context is definitely more prevalent. There is a sensual and dreamy aspect to it.
Jay,
technorgasmic was the first word! That excited gareth, though I wasn't not sure how to take it. It feels better now... i love travelling, so getting back home is a difficult process! Will write about the trip when I get a decent chunk of time.
C.O.!
Wow! that wasnt the intention, but you can take it that way I suppose. I wanted to juxtapose sex and the coreelating power dynamic, not just as sensual but also traumatic whether there is love involved or not, about loss and the search for the truth about love, if there is any.
My poems are a result of my mindset of the moment. They may be entirely different tomorrow and ten years hence. That would be a good project. "Aranyi: Reworked" sounds like a good album name no? Now what would be perfect: having Nitin Sawhney and Talvin Singh lending my words music and Mukul Deora them his sexy stoned/bedroom voice.
So what exactly is your mindset at this stage in your young life? Again, I may sound naive, but is your poem about what a woman may have to go through (while having sex) even if she has lost love for her partner, and is going through the motions to make sex happen for its sake. I can see that being a common phenomenon among many Indian women who may not know how to decode or even express their true feelings - a confused state. I guess I am naive after all...
its really reminiscing about a lost love. how ecstacy is not of this world, how separated lovers cannot come together. theres a whole lot of Maslow's hierarchy of needs and Jain theory here - according to jainism the tongue is the greatest sinner because it succumbs most to temptation. according to Maslow, when one need is fulfilled you go on to a higher need. And when you have achieved self actualisation at one level, whatever it may be, you are able to progress to a higher level of self actualisation. The progression never has to stop till, well, salvation. So what I'm trying to say is, when you think, in youir naivete, that you've reached the highest level of consciousness there is, and you revert to a less evolved state, can you find fulfilment? or does the spirit wander in search of, aspiring to what it once had, though may never again have? the Expand - smithereen part refers to the orgasm as a bubble - a metaphor im fond of, that, like dreams, burst. Think of a screaming woman as a pun. Though i meant broke literally. In terms of the way a woman is broken into the norm by society, and broken by heartbreak.
Umm.... it was weird to interpret my own poem from words to meaning!
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