We Assembled a Love-Smeared Poem by Ashok Sharda
We assembled a love poem
immersed in the beauty of love
in the creative process of
assembling a poem of love
Words appeared, smeared in love
skin to skin, caressing each other
imbibed, we nibbled, devouring the essence
imbuing the words with new meanings
inspired with the joy of love
We sang an eternal song
honoring the mystery of love
pulsating and undulating the fervor
throbbing with the fullness of our heart
fermenting passion mounting high
helplessly, we shed all apparel
We had to liberate the words
in sheer desperation as every pore
rebelled to communicate
disassociating the stale experience of words
redefining the meaning of beauty
as our canvas of creativity
turned into a magnetic field of love
We moved inch by inch
drawing a series of love signs
as words streamed into a current
lines lined up, lying on lines
synchronized, coherent, clutching together
clasping, embosoming all the curvatures
as we probed and traversed
through the valleys and mountains
meditating in the depth of every curve
Ascending with the rise and descending with
the fall of our throbbing hearts
writing with our trembling fingers
intoxicated, we caressed each line
craving to fill in the canvas of
our love smeared creative field
Lines versified in copulation
begetting stanza after stanza
as Passion rose from the deep
melting on our love smeared canvas
we drenched the magnetic field
with our love soaked souls
Embracing a moment in timelessness
our souls' eye locked and smiled
acknowledging the density of love
as we merged into togetherness
smeared in the elixir of love
Being embraced Being, Life enveloped Life
there were no lovers, just LOVE
smeared in this creative process
merged as ONE
We assembled a love poem
immersed in the beauty of love
in the creative process of
assembling a poem of love
07/18/2005
Author's Note: This poem appeared in those love smeared moments when the experiencer
is one with the experienced in timelessness. The unity of the space
and time, the merging of the within with the without, inspired this
love smeared self of mine to walk out from his deep slumber and
assemble this beauty of 'what is' of those moments.
I dedicate this to the 'person' who caused this effect.
Thanks Maria for lending me your muse.
Posted on 07/18/2005 Copyright © 2025 Ashok Sharda
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/18/05 at 05:04 PM Excellent work Ashok. If only love could always be or remain the euphoric state you've described it. Smear away love birds. |
Posted by Rula Shin on 07/19/05 at 02:02 AM The sun, it seems, is shining brighter than ever when normally it is
pitch black in your drawings. I was not expecting to see this when I
came, not the drawing nor the poem. Both are, as Wendy says,
exquisite. It is interesting that you claim to be a bitter and cold
person, a bit ruthless (in your words), because though you are very
soft and humane in your approach to any individual human soul, I am
yet a bit surprised to see this piece exposed as such, so full of life
and love. I am wondering a bit myself as to where you have found such
beautiful emotions to write this and draw that, though my modesty
shall keep the question confined to my own self. In any case, what is
important is the quality of the impressions, which seem to be more
than just slightly present, and well, the subject seems to be very
happy, full of beautiful feelings. I hope that what the subject feels
translates to how the poet feels as well, I'm sure it does since one
needs to be present before such impressions to write about them so
beautifully and so convincingly. Kudos to you dear and to the
'other', I will admire the beauty of this piece from afar and
also convey my appreciation to your muse for inspiring you to pour
forth such uninhibited creation that we seldom see. Thank you for
sharing this side of Ashok Sharda. All the best to you.
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Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/19/05 at 11:35 AM Unique! Erotic love as metaphor! Drawing is exquisite, the writing superb! |
Posted by Graeme Fielden on 07/19/05 at 01:36 PM Ashok, this is sheer brilliance...your image, for me, was reminiscent me of Picasso...Your words: true, strong and heartfelt...with a lesson therein. It's like a parable. And a clever one at that! One of your best! :) |
Posted by David R Spellman on 07/20/05 at 01:37 AM A nice sentiment indeed, in deed said... |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/20/05 at 02:04 PM you have all the musical minions in place and all the instruments in tow and have gathered unto yourself the baton by which you have conducted quite the concert and it is quite obvious the music swirls and abounds in the vapors of amour. |
Posted by Anita Mac on 07/22/05 at 04:49 PM This is a truly beautiful poem... |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/25/05 at 03:50 AM I really like the smearing going on not only in the action the poem is describing but in the words of the poem itself. The physicality is so obvious but it is made one with soulconnection, which makes this poem unique and refreshing. The drawing does add another sensual dimension to the poem and its message. Beautiful work, Ahsok. |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/01/06 at 03:36 PM This poem lifts into love and lightheaded wholesome joy � so perfectly expressed that it floats my spirit. Just glorious in every way. I love the complementing art! � |
Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 08/07/06 at 01:25 AM Passionately poetic, I love how the drawing of the figures has no beginning and no end point that I can discern. Much like the twining of the soul that is felt when making "real" love. |
Posted by Wendy Sparling on 01/21/08 at 02:53 AM This poem is one of my favourites and of course, is on my favourite list. |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/02/08 at 05:50 PM Congratulations on poem of the day Ashok.
Well deserved....CharMin |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/02/08 at 11:34 PM Congrats on POTD! A magnificent piece. |
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