(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal
Devoted to English Language and Literature)
C. Rosy is currently working as Assistant Professor in the Department of English at TBAK College for Women, Kilakarai, Ramanathapuram, Tamilnadu. She can also be contacted through firstname.lastname@example.org.
Aim- all women for the sky
Your success so nearby
Flowers arise and shine
Followers are thine.
Let blackness lift her veil
And perseverance peep in your trail.
Without tribulations, even red roses do not bloom,
Then, how could you change your doom?
2. Before and After Those Months
Rocks me- upside down
With him inside me.
Hunts me down, knowing not his own
With his animalistic body.
Hot hoarse cry and sigh
Makes me dry and wry.
Hagridden- every night and lie
Hapless am I, holding you.
Honey! Where are you?
Foreign is his torture
Forego nurture-though-not my nature.
Wakes me- with nameless demand
Worthless becomes any reprimand.
His drollery makes him quite a doll
And in no way could I drill.
Snoozes splendidly the comely sleeper
Cuddling closely, he’s warmer.
So am I, his mother!
3. You Hunt and Haunt Me
Foolhardy ain’t I to accept your word
Perceiveth not thou what ye uttereth.
Discloseth thou may before the crowd
In reality, not at all disdaineth.
Till the day removeth thou thy tulle
Determined am I to dote on ye.
To cure my cold, a dose of thine profile
From embryo emerged an elixir ethereal for me.
Repress hallowed love to rend thy love mate
Beg I still for Solomon’s Sophia to surmount
Thereby rummage your heart at any rate
Then could I attaineth success paramount.
Rapture thou obtaineth after raillery and taunt
Fails to rupture me but thine image haunt.
4. Your Love is My Only Cure
Limit neither your love nor your luminous look
Or else lynch and lull me into lunacy.
Label as thine with hisses rare that rake and kisses bare that shake.
For longevity not by longing procured but by leniency.
Lean not on lethal leave but to grow lean
Your loss, seconds lost, each a lash to thine lass.
Languishment when lanced by languor in vain
My lavish love leaps and licks me as lavas.
Lost am I in the lore of love like some cove
Locate a lofty place for me to lodge.
Last will I in the lock of love like any dove
If thou wilt lapidate the lapse and take lusty lush in large.
List not my loathsome links instead linger
As lotions, loves all lesions cure.
5. Don’t You Ever Fail to Fall in Love
Honours high to covet oft claimed legal
Even combustible eyes and curt replies kindled the craving.
To coquet and hoax cited always lethal
Distance thyself from such flirt charming.
Do I investigate an ideal mind to identify
Or in you imagine immoderate civility?
A few freckles cannot dazzle my eyes but mortify
Frailties thine: thou art mine celebrity.
Lour thou and this love I, thine lover.
Low love and this Love, cannot I let go
Thy levities and lees have I not in my ledger
Yet never spare I, your warmth to borrow
Whence wilt thou conceive my clamour for attention
And love I thee with such passion?