'Poem of the Week'

This poem is the Blogger's poem of the week...I couldn't assign a suitable title to it ....let's see if you can.......


How coolly it has broken you,
trying to mask the knowing
wit behind your eyes—

every smile, brilliant
against your gleaming
black skin, is defiance.

You stammer, push out
words; tell your story;
slap your knees to show

where your stroke frozen
body would crawl
across the concrete

to reach the yard,
with the gawking
on-lookers. You laugh

“Man must live.
Man must live.”
How casually broken.

Tall lanky man,
hands clawed, yams
dangling, and the sweet

club mans charm
in your grin, still all those
women slain by your art.

You stretch out your legs,
tell your story slow,
persistent as the crawl

you made towards sunlight,
the way you pulled
your body upright,

the way you made tender
the toughness of hard men
who would soon wash you,

feed you with oily fingers
full of mashed ackee
and tomatoes, who have

held you against
the night, men, tough
as teeth, hard men.

"Man must live.
Man must live."
The virus stalks

through your blood,
manages to tickle,
make you laugh

at a new sunny day--
and yours is the posture
of survival.

Deserve to Desire

To Love a Woman

To Love a Woman.......

A very romantic kind of a song which ignites the feelings of love in anyone who reads it. I wanted this song to be here cause a its a very beautifully sung song and lets you understand the very chemistry between a man and woman who are in LOVE with each other.

'Love' an impeccable human emotion

Excerpt......

‘Love’ ….god’s tool of manipulating the nature or in descent words influencing it. The ultimate binding force between the two stanchions MEN and WOMEN.

I don’t know what it is but she drives me crazy

I don’t know what she does but she drives me wild.

Only she can let me be the man that I want to be

Or she can leave me helpless as a child.

Yes she makes me wild. She makes me cross boundaries without going across. Its her presence that makes me myself. It is she who gives me a meaning, a different identity. Whether I have the maturity to understand her meaning to me or not but she has the understanding of my soul.

I don’t know what it is but she has the power

She can make me laugh when I want to cry

She tells me that I m in control but I know it’s just a lie

Will she love you tomorrow like she loves you today?

She can keep your heart guessing but she’s yours if she stays.

That’s what it feels like, to love a woman.............

Dhiraj Hundlani
III yr CSE

To read the full article read Ninad--The Conch Blow of JECRC(2007 Edition). Do comment on this post to appreciate the effort of the writer.

Deserve to Desire