Friday, January 18, 2013

Black Magic Woman


Her eye lids rise and fall again,
like petals floating against a murmuring flame,
lips that accentuate her tear drop eyes, 
a silence that speaks more than words could claim,

Pernicious like opium is her spell,
like a candle against an inferno, I wither away,
You may think you have her figured out,
but she's the puppet master and the play,

her hair riveting, like a black lagoon,
her soft caramel skin, glistening against the crystalline moon,
her eyes find mine in between these empty faces,
I'm a chord lost between the bars of this tune,

she's a masterpiece, I'm her blind aesthete,
chimes in the breeze sing, as she moves her feet,
She's not simply my darkest desire,
she is my most ineffable need,

Where did she come from? Where does she go?
Where from does all her sorcery flow?
Like Ganymede without question I must play my part,
For this sorceress and her black magic show.

(Image courtesy - Photo Forum)

6 comments:

Sri Valli said...

Loved the way you developed an image of black magic woman through words...Beautiful poetry

IMROZ NAQVI said...

Thank you Sri! :)

Bhavesh said...

I thought I would never see a post from you again.I ve been following your work since some time.Please write frequently!Your writings are beautiful!:-)

IMROZ NAQVI said...

Thank you Bhavesh. It's really heartening and encouraging to receive such adulation and support. Will write more often :) Sincerely!

Unknown said...

Lovely!!!

Shreya at Jumbodium said...

Very nicely written. Loved reading it. Hats off. Thank u for the share. Keep posting...