Creation and Criticism

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 rosesafrin@gmail.com.

1. Womanhood

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?