
Poems by Lily Swarn
UNLAWFUL
I am the chimera that rides up the spine
A blackened moth flapping to survive
A chimney full of smoke struggling to escape
Winter sunlight dim with haze
I lock you in a vice like grip
With honey that splatters on my skin
In dew drops of aches and rainbows of silt
I wrap you up in arms of bliss
While you struggle and squirm
In halls of gloom
I pick you up and make you heal
Spools of magic with yarns of silk
Gossamer wings that glow and gleam
Tender flesh of pliable love
Waste not your life on tenterhooks
I am lawful unlawful
A duty a fault
Forceful pleasure
Taboo taste.
Copyright Lily Swarn 14.8.2016
BITTER GOURD
Gushing out of the salt cellar
Snow White particles
of the savoury
Huddled over vinegar tanginess
Life battling with the bitter gourd
Mother taught me to squeeze out
The bitter with the salt
Add some mango pickle masala she would urge
It will camouflage the bitterness ….
She never knew their clingy nature
That no sweetness could ever wipe out
The iron clasp of the cold metal
That scorches with its iciness
Copyright Lily Swarn 14.8.2016
ROSY BLUSH
When the dawn
Lazily stretches her arms
And yawns languorously
A rosy blush spreads on her
Damask cheeks
Coyly, she lets slip the sheer
Muslin veil of flaming rays
From her cascading tresses
The world gasps
What a resplendent sunrise !
Copyright Lily Swarn 12.8.2016