Random Ramblings

              She needs him                like the flute needs air               the right amount                 to flow between               lips pressed                in anticipation of music.               In that music               she will find her childhood               lost virginity               to a man she can’t stand               words of a song               she used to sing               to a lover               she doesn't love anymore                afterwards                she will carry him back                like an old boat,                a man from the sea,                and one by one                she will drop the flowers                for long she has worn                on her raven hair.    - Proma 

It’s the corner for life’s un-shapable spaces when another layer flows and leaves its traces. It’s the amalgam that forms when surrender meets rebellion white turns into red, red into vermillion. A burial ground for frustrations and defeat A whorehouse, where rehab escapees retreat And for the poisoned, tainted as they go It is the river Ganges , where blue bodies flow. For those with open and suspended hearts, it’s the miracle garden where regeneration starts. Love’s first glance in a purple oasis, desire’s first stop an empty week’s catharsis. ~Proma

Slow rainy evening caramelized by your scents senses overpowered, by sugar rushes. Outside, clouds soak in unoffered feelings... Songs, sing colors, flow invisible beings, come to life. I cannot call this an illusion anymore ~

The unbridled fount of passion, (someone called it deep) dried out too soon. Love, like a gypsy’s guise enchants before disappearing. Yet, real men should dream again and real women love unconditionally There is no place for cowards in that ocean of happiness: a dreamland numb to the ruins of time. ~Proma

I couldn’t say the few words I wanted to say- they lay covered under an endless night. Now, I will spend twice as long to speak of half their original worth.

I want your eyes to warm up to my tender glance and lips to return the favor of a chance. I want your hands to feel the hardworking hands of mine vein by vein pulse by pulse beat by beat. When my body energy learns to swim to the flow of yours. When my fears disappear  to your loving touch-  When my world moves at your pace my bends fit into yours Simplifying - a complicated maze. When my every pause is met with another begin, no journey ever ends in that perfect place. -Proma Ray