if my vagina could sing, it will have the sound of a saxophone.
if my vagina could have a taste, it will be the taste in the mouth of a child, who likes to chew her slate pencil.
if my vagina could adorn herself, it would use fresh and wild paalappookkal, which blooms into the midnight.
if my vagina would fall in love, it would do so with sree.
if my vagina wanted to get drunk, it would take golconda ruby wine, plus two sips of vodka.
if my vagina wanted to give birth, it would to neethu, sudha and pooja.
if my vagina wanted to unwind, it would swim in the waters of souparnika, which carries the scent of an untouched forest.
if my vagina were a little more romantic, it would miss those unbearably beautiful, still crookedly sharp, dainty fingers of her ultimate lover of the past.
if my vagina wanted to see herself in a portrait, it would be that of a woman, earth and tree, and she 'd lie between careless and open thighs, adorned with red, aroused by her own scent, breathing very slowly, relaxed.
and if my vagina could change one thing about herself, she would happily say goodbye to periods, which pierces her, which violates her with that adamant flow of blood. --sandhya inspired by gigi's blog. thanks to sudeep.
രതിമൂർഛ അനുഭവിക്കാതെ മരിച്ച നമ്മുടെ അമ്മമാർ കരയുകയല്ലേ ഉണ്ടാകൂ!പിന്നെ മതിൽ‌പ്പുറങ്ങളിൽ എന്നതിന്നെക്കാളും നന്നാവുക വേലിപടര്‍പ്പുകളിലെന്നാകുമെന്നു എനിക്ക് തോന്നുന്നു!
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R was reading Vagina monologues at the 'port' here. Then Dil said about your blog and we read that too aloud here. all of us loved it. Nice.
yes.
sankhu
pushpam anengil mizhiyezhuthumallo
---ck
Great
botanical name for sangu pushpam is Clitoria ternata
ദുഷ്യന്തന് ശകുന്തളയെ ഓര്‍മ്മിപ്പിക്കാന്‍ കവി ഈ പുള്ളിയെ കൂട്ടുപിടിച്ചതിന്റെ ഗുട്ടന്‍സ് ഇപ്പോഴല്ലേ മനസ്സിലായത്!
അനുഭവിച്ചവരും ചിരിച്ചോട്ടെ...
a parched vagina.
hai... c this ... gireeshmenon.blogspot.com land ad life
eni sanghinea kurichu kavitha ezuthi thudagam ethu eshtai..............
രതിമൂർഛ അനുഭവിക്കാതെ മരിച്ച
നമ്മുടെ അമ്മമാർ
നമ്മെ നോക്കി ചിരിക്കുന്നതാണ്‌,
മതിൽ‌പ്പുറങ്ങളിൽ
ഈ നാലുവരി മാത്രം മതിയായിരുന്നു.
if my vagina could sing,
it will have the sound of a saxophone.
if my vagina could have a taste,
it will be the taste in the mouth of a child,
who likes to chew her slate pencil.
if my vagina could adorn herself,
it would use fresh and wild paalappookkal,
which blooms into the midnight.
if my vagina would fall in love,
it would do so with sree.
if my vagina wanted to get drunk,
it would take golconda ruby wine,
plus two sips of vodka.
if my vagina wanted to give birth,
it would to neethu, sudha and pooja.
if my vagina wanted to unwind,
it would swim in the waters of souparnika,
which carries the scent of an untouched forest.
if my vagina were a little more romantic,
it would miss those unbearably beautiful, still crookedly sharp,
dainty fingers
of her ultimate lover of the past.
if my vagina wanted to see herself in a portrait,
it would be that of a woman, earth and tree,
and she 'd lie between careless and open thighs,
adorned with red,
aroused by her own scent,
breathing very slowly, relaxed.
and if my vagina could change one thing about herself,
she would happily say goodbye to periods,
which pierces her, which violates her with that adamant flow of blood.
--sandhya
inspired by gigi's blog.
thanks to sudeep.
superb gi.
amazing and intensly sublime. I wish she write something similar on her asshole.
രതിമൂർഛ അനുഭവിക്കാതെ മരിച്ച
നമ്മുടെ അമ്മമാർ കരയുകയല്ലേ ഉണ്ടാകൂ!പിന്നെ
മതിൽ‌പ്പുറങ്ങളിൽ എന്നതിന്നെക്കാളും നന്നാവുക വേലിപടര്‍പ്പുകളിലെന്നാകുമെന്നു എനിക്ക് തോന്നുന്നു!
GARGI,
ee kavitha nannaayi ( haa pushppame-- ennu mongikkondirikkunna malayaala kavithaa maash maarkku marupadi pole thonni).
pand koumaaram varaanpokunna kaalath, yoni swapnathilppolum kaanaanja aa ignorance kaalath
oru vaykunneram
kalumngil irunnu oru muthirnna kooottukaaran
shamkhupushppavum yoniyum thammilulla saaammyam paranjuthannirunnu.
deyvam/dali oro vasthu nirmmikkumpolum athinte aparathe kooodi nirmmikkunnathaaanu artistry.
enthaayaaalum graamathinte idukkukalil irunnu pand ketta naattu THERI-CHARIVUKAL innum velicham pakarunnu.
paadhapusthakamgalil olichirunnu folk lorinte kurukkanmalakalilekku
nokkiyirunnath maathram sathyam.
baakiyellaaam pozhi.
mainstreamil ninnulla ninte maariyirippu valare kuleenam (?) ennum parayendi varum.
ithe shamkhupushppam kannezhuthiyappol shakunthalaye ormmicha dushyanthachakravarthi enikk dhaaraalam chiriye ulartthittharunnu..
രതിമൂർഛ അനുഭവിക്കാതെ മരിച്ച
നമ്മുടെ അമ്മമാർ
നമ്മെ നോക്കി ചിരിക്കുന്നതാണ്‌,
മതിൽ‌പ്പുറങ്ങളിൽ.
ഇത്രയും മതിയായിരുന്നു എന്ന് തോന്നി, ഗാര്‍ഗി. ബാക്കിയെല്ലാം അതിലന്നെ ഉണ്ടല്ലോ.
:)
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