Mahua Sen: Two Poems

Mahua Sen is a sensuous poet. Her verses evoke the five senses and she subtly creates memory, nostalgia and images that shape in the mind. As a woman she writes with her body…her verses have explicit references to a woman’s body and feelings, showing her ease with her body and mind as she spins her thoughts into the curvatures of the body arousing desire.  Her verses are eclectic, poetizing myriad aspects of life especially love and its mythical connotations in poems like ‘Krishna’.

 1

My Sky

My Sky rests

on the concave of my brow

where I weave wrestling thoughts

in the frieze lane,

leading to somewhere

or nowhere.

And only You,

can decipher the semantics

of my slightest twitch

that exhales from the tautological curves.

My Sky rests on the crescent

of my Ruby Woo lips

Oft, my words plop

from that cavern.

Jumbling syllables pirouette

matching steps with my quivering thoughts,

moulting from one stage to another.

It renews regrows, moulds

complementing my macrocosm

metamorphosing into a memory –

in someone’s heart

good or bad!

And only You,

can decipher the idee fixe

that hides behind the unspoken words-

taking a refuge behind my painted lips!

My Sky rests on my bosom

where I cage hallucinatory smiles

and tears –

dreams and apprehensions.

Where I hide my censored moans,

fearing vitriolic rhetoric

of gyrating image.

My cleavage hides the syllabic octal

that I fear to pen.

And only You,

can hear the hibernating

dreams, desires, fears and apprehensions –

hidden underneath the baubles of

that Caucasian space

where the moon circles on a silent band.

My Sky rests on the tiny ring

of my navel –

the umbilical, braids the web of nimbus cloud.

I trace epilogue on its rim –

about my every tomorrow!

You caress the ring of my navel, tenderly.

Kissing the soft, white aphotic dot.

For only You,

can decipher the seismic magnitude

of the pulsating umbra.

And You, become the navel of my world!

My sky rests in the hazel of my iris,

a circadian rhythm of dark and light

a whorl of smoke emanates from the twin flints

And I glide my blue kohl

to hide the tear stains left by

time, tide and people, perhaps?

Only You,

can decipher the encrypted secret

that lurks behind those masked irises!.

My Sky rests on You !

Nay!

You

are

my

Sky !!

But who are You

without

Me ?

2

Krishna

When I walk by the riverside with the pitcher upon my hip,

You mesmerise me with the stirring  music of your flute.

My pitcher lurches and water spills.

You sit atop the kadamb tree watching me secretly

through the corner of your prying eyes.

A mischievous smile quivers and slips through your lips.

It’s your idle sport, isn’t it?

I see the reflection of the waggish sun,

on the concentric circle of the spilled water.

And I see your face there

in an archetype of sublimity.

I bathe in that reflection.

The stone of my being gets eroded

by constant mechanical weathering

finally dissolving into the blue of you,

your gift to me.

The reflection seeps through my soul

marking its place in my Being.

And my fettered smile breaks free!

The divine music emanating from your

Murali morphs my pain into bliss.

You make the Sisyphiun task of my life

easy, worthwhile, and endearing.

You hold a lantern when the diabolic path gets embargoed

by darkness and doubt.

I clutch on to you like an old peepul tree

that spreads its longing roots

through the gaping fissures of the wall.

Now the malevolent gales do not distort my silhouette.

I anoint your feet with my heartbeats.

Know that your doors are open

I have not bound your feet.

For I’ve found you in the boulevard of my soul .

I’ve read the magical incantation

among the rustle of leaves.

You’ve seized me, my love,

in the net of your hypnotic music!

The mayhem of my heart is

assuaged by your presence.

You clear my amaurotic vision

with your golden light.

You have woven subtlety in the folds of my bun,

detangling the tough knots of my soul.

Merging the infinite and the finite

in a pink pashmina of the octave sublimity,

I arch in your arms in a fixed forever.

My supreme Lord,

You are the gush of a calming cascade,

the serene gurgling of a stream,

the zephyr of wisdom, knowledge and consciousness !

My love for you will outlive the eons of time!

Let me clasp your head to my bosom.

Listen to the murmur of my heart

that croons your name.

Let the night plummet, let the day dawn,

I know we’ll go on our different paths in times to come.

But My Name will remain wreathed with You,

for centuries to come!

For I have found you in the Carrefour of my breath.

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The recipient of Poet of the Year award 2022 by Ukiyoto, Wordsmith award from the Asian Literary Society, Reuel International Poetry prize from The Significant League,  Mahua Sen is an Author/Poet/Editor based out of Hyderabad.

She has co-authored more than 80 anthologies and has published a solo poetry anthology under the flagship of Authorspress. She has edited an anthology, Flock the journey, which found place in the Amazon Bestseller list. She is currently editing three anthologies, “I am a Woman”, a dedication to the phenomenal writer, Kamala Suraiyya Das, “Midsummer Dreams”, an anthology of poems on Nature and Hope and an anthology on Love poems. Additionally, she is working on the manuscript of her next solo poetry anthology.

She works with Bull’s Eye Outsourcing (Business Development) as the Director (South). She has recently received the award, “Most Inspiring Woman of Hyderabad -2023’’ from the prestigious Business Mint, besides many other awards and accolades.