Comments about Suchaita Tenneti
The Dirt Of Love
Candle whispers and moony musings are not for me;
Sandy slumbers—more apt for crustacean lovers;
Roses, hearts, boxes of brown—ephemeral trifles!
In vain! In vain! Symbols fade, dissolve, deplete…
I desire not a love hallowed in sunsets
Nor one encircled in ecstatic delight
No hypnotic love thwarted in mushy verse
No slurping straws unite my love
Across crude coffee mugs
No longing looks conceal my passion,
My lust is free, free to express,
Temptation! Exist, thrive, be!
No sin in this domain.
I love not in Paradise
For Alas! Paradise was ...