Long Poems About Rabindranath Tagore

I am her ‘Madaame’ Of Everything  
ingrained in her rarity flashing ivory smiles  
to her ever red rising simmering eyeful suns  
in delicate armours of tearful hanging glistens  
that she unfallibly holds within the kohl
black lashes that yearns to touch  
skyhigh liberating flights  
Yet, mellowed down rustic  
earthen tones of perseverance  
she heavily bears forevermore  
as weighing down destiny..  in those  
simplistic mellowly beaming rays  
she sprightly blooms with…  
 
her vivacious pagne’s striking...

( After Rabindranath Tagore )    
   
For the life is in the blood.**    
   
From an early age, I'd an aversion to blood-    
pooling plates from the rarity of steaks;    
tinged lips bathing in the carmine river    
of conquered meat between teeth    
   
By teenage years, I understood blood;    
it struck chords within my solar plexus—    
a many-pointed star of immense knowledge    
resonating amid a lost recollection of Love    
   
Nothing ever dies: it survives in crawlspaces    
of life, beneath...