Cupid's affair

Cupid had yet another break up
And lost faith he did in his love life
A hermit he decided to be
When he walked up the lonlely monastery

The faith in the promises kept in love
The talks of all time faithfulness
Timeless and unconditional love

And then he was disheartened to find himself lonely
And sad he didn’t know what to do
To fall in love once again
He feared beyond recognition

He feared another break up
He feared another heartache
And then he went on his rampage
With what he is used to

And once again he fell in love
On the gates of the monastery
The untimely delay of the rusty gates
Proved fatal to his monastery life

The daughter of the apple vendor
Stole his heart without a start
He heard and trusted once again
In the promises made in ecstasy of love

And so another story began
Of love and faithfulness
And forever it would last
Till the next break up


Ashwin udupa

26 -02-2010

Innocence of a tigress

The blood dripped into the snow covered ground melting the frost, baring the wet ground underneath, revealing the dry grass waiting for the first rays of the warm sunshine of the spring. The blood oozed in gushes from the neck of the white beast known for his ferociousness all his life as he closed his eyes for the penultimate time. From the corner of his eye, he could see the love making act at a distance, as the orgasm shivered through the body, as the natural instincts took control of the senses of his elder sibling. The ecstasy he felt within as the shivers of partial suffocation sent vibrations down his entire being, matching the experience his sibling was feeling in enacting the act of love with the delicate feline. He had failed the test of the nature. He had lost the fight unto death to be chosen by the all innocent tigress whose whiteness matched the whiteness of the snow, whose gaze oozed lust into their bodies and passion in their minds which suspended all bonds of brotherly hood for a period as the tigress with her stride stepped into the picture. The passion of nature took the test of their prowess, to mate with the best one to win and combine the genes.

The stage was set as the two adults full of vigour looked each other in the eye fully clear what was about to happen. To turn back and walk away wasn’t in their nature and compromise wasn’t ever taught to them. The natural animal instinct filled and oozed in both of them which had seen them through the tough, arid, bitter cold conditions of the Siberian weather. The animal hunt and clever tactics had taught them nothing but the purest of the purest skills which are to be desired by any animal intent of ruling the animal kingdom. The filter had been set at the highest order which saw through the choicest of the traits to be seaved and expressed in one bag of skin.

The marathon runs with the innocent deers, the deadly battles with mighty mammoths, the fight with the hyenas in protecting their loot, the pleasant drowsiness on the chill covered growling warm body, all appeared in a brief glimpse as the light fast left his eye. The warm lick he felt on his ear every time there was a hungry day reminded him of the beautiful days spent. As he opened his eyes there stood his sibling licking his ear once again trying to nullify the pain he had caused with his claws and paws. The mighty act of passion now history left an unbearable present to be dealt alongside a bleeding heart. The lusty feline companion who had triggered the ghastly fight was nowhere in the picture, content with her purpose of luring the best match. He breathed his last as he felt one more lick on the bleeding wounds from the soft tender tongue that was so close to the heart. The sibling waited and guarded his kin until the next wave of snow covered the white hair of the body with its unifying tool called death to recycle all the ingredients of life cycle once again in a new life form in another womb.

Street Children

I crossed the road towards my place

To be interrupted by children who were in pace

With each other, to outrace one another

After their leader announced a get set go out of order

I interrupted my walk and watched them for a while

Disappear in a cloud of dust all in a pile

Just like their adult parents who catch each other

Like crabs preventing the escape of one another

How I wish life was as serious as a children’s game

Live for a day and peace within

No climate, no pollution, no wars and no politics

Simple life of a hunter and gatherer

Along came a scrap collector yelling in my ears

Abruptly putting a standstill to what I was thinking

I walked along the staircase of my place of stay

To find a woman playing with her toddler in bed

I reached my room and lay down in bed

Half sleepy half dead from the race for day’s bread

How sweet and honey is a hard earned bread!!

No matter how your eyes and hands change colours to red

Ashwin udupa

03-02-2010.