LOVE’S LABOURS GAINED

Dear Bella , when we parted you begged me to write-
And inform you all that occurs the first night.
When Frank and Emma were joined hand in hand
And allowed to perform all love can command.
But what language can tell as the wise man has said
Of the wonderful ways, of a man with a maid.
Be assured they can only be properly known
By a lecture in bed with a swain of your own.
Notwithstanding I will tell you as well as I can
The discovery I have made in the secrets of man
So that you and all common damsels may learn
How the game may be played when it comes to your turn.

When the breakfast over, the carriage and
Four well appointed and hansom drawn up to the door
We started to Brighton exactly at noon
To spend as the phrase is our sweet honeymoon.
Bright Phoebes share over the whole way
The Captain was amorous, ardent and gay
So much so indeed that although the in the carriage.
He began to indulge in the freedom of marriage.
For fear the gay rouge would have ravished ne quite
We reached our Hotel and found all things prepared.
The apartments were handsome, well furnished and aired.
And the dinner was swerved so stylish and neat.
That was really a sin not to fall and eat.
But the feast I expected a little while hence.
So engrossed every thought and extinguished and gone,
And our appetite solely engrossed in one.

Frank praised the champagnes, I thought delicious
I swore t was enough to make me still propitious
And indeed he was right for between you and me
I never felt my spirit joined and free
How the evening was spent it is useless to write.
So I knew you will skip till you read the word ‘ night’.
And are in the tip-toe of high expectations
To come to the niche, of table consummation.
Well at the end I will drop the curtain aside
And disclose all the secrets of bridegroom and bride
Detailing the whole of the process bewitching.
By which girls are cured of a troublesome itching
And men who at first impetus and rude
Are at length by weak women tamed and subdued
You remember dear Bella, how you long to discover
The joys to be found, in the arms of a lover.

And now they approached and felt in a fickle
And thought that my breast kept from my suckle
Frank saw my condition and tenderly said
“You are tired; Dear Emma, so pray go to bed.
Late hours are bane and destruction of members.
So go and I will come and watch your slumbers.”

What a sly wicked rogue! But I guessed what he meant
So covered with blushes, I obeyed and went.
I was scarcely undressed and prepared for my doom
When I heard the dear fellow glide into my room;
And as trembling I lay between transport and dread
He threw his garments and jumped into my bed.
In an instant I felt myself clasped in his arms
And as in an instant lost all my girlish alarms.
For, he soothed and gave me such kisses—
That warmed my young blood for more exquisite blisses
While his bold hands in pursuit of its game
Pressed my bosom and wandered all over my frame
And frequently trespassed, conceive my distress
Where my pen dare not write, but I am sure you guess
Declaring if man might not do as they like
The world in a short time would cease to exist.

This was allowing me time to bade me reflect
How our parents dear souls so refined and correct
Had done the same thing and indeed it was clear.
If they have not surely we would not have been here.
Moreover he said that on the morn of the day,
I had promised in church to love, honour and obey,
And the parson himself in plain extortion
Had stated that marriage and due consolation
So that those whose desire were unperturbed and friendly
Might always have something quite and handy.
Then it was plainly quite wrong to desire such distance
And thwart his desires to a petty resistance.
This reserve soon banished and love unrestricted
By fear or coyness triumphantly regained
And his wanton endearments fondly returned
Till the flame of desire irresistibly turned.
Then fondly in arms without further delay
Like a LION, he pressed eagerly his prey
And pursuing his course to the summit of friction
His strong ample lance briskly pressed for admission…

And Oh! Such a wonderful weapon his lance is!
Surprisingly far, from all our juvenile fancies;
So resistless in power, and extended in length,
That, as soon as I felt its dimension and strength,
Overcome with alarm I exclaimed with a sigh.
“Oh! For God’s sake, forbear or I am sure I will die.”
But my pains and my prayers were alike unhearded
For bent on his purpose, the supported proceeded.
But though he was armed, as I thought like a giant,
Dame nature has made us, young damsel so plaint
That expanding I yielded at every aggression
Till he acquired the completest possession.

Then I found, my dear girl, that the saying is true.
That a man and his wife are but one and not two..
For a union so close that all descriptions surpasses
And on scarce be convinced by you unwedded girls.
Deeply with the conqueror was swelling
And kindling new life in his snug like dwelling,
Whilst our limbs interwoven in prime act position
And completed the function so well termed cohesion.
The conflict now raging was ravishing quite
All my pains became pleasure and all my tears delight
Whilst the great engine of bliss in perpetual motion
Played its excellent part with skill and devotion.
That as each thrust was impressively given
I felt quite enchanted and wafted to heaven
Round his vigorous frame like a tendril I turned
While our lips in lascivious kissing were joined
And we reveled in joy till our transport at last
Reached the crisis of human’s delightful repast
When my rapturous full tide overwhelmed and oppressed
When again we pursued our connubial enjoyment
While murmur of ecstasy marked every stroke
And the bed in its creaking, our ardour bespoke
Till we soon completed the best operation
And again paid together our mutual liberation
Thus alternatively sporting and sleeping we lay
Ttill Phoebus has mounted the chariot of the day.
Five times we indulged in our amorous riot
Till our hero at length, seemed disposed to be quiet.
But to tell you the truth had he given a scour
I still would have eagerly counted more.
But prudent he thought it to observe
The maxim of keeping a crop reserve;
Without he would surely not shine with elect.
And his male friends may he was of horse-ride combat.
Still I clung round him with unquenched desire
And fanned the embers of love’s dropping fire.
Grown bold I extended my soft loving hand
And felt my dear play fellow gently expand
Till he attained the completest perfection
And proudly stood forth, in the grandest erection.

But my laughing tormentor still on his back
And said it was my hour to commence the attack.
So I mounted alone and as something drag on
I acted the part of St. George and Dragon
And managed it too with such skill and address
That it too was crowned the wishes for success.
This completed the sports of the wonderful night
And placed the last seal on the work of delight.
So we rose to perform our respective ablution,
And washed off the stains of our frequent pollutions.
But words after all can faintly reveal
The joys that in wedlock, you are destined feel;
Then loose not a moment, my dear Isabella!
But fly to the arms of some handsome young fellow
Make haste and get married as soon as you can
For life is but a blank, till enjoyed with a man.
He will quickly remove every girlish dilemma
And make you as blessed as your dear Emma…. [Anon.]

My Princess…

I am a priest worshiping a princess,
Wandering through the fantasy
Garden of Paradise, searching for the
Carnation flowers flourishing there.

I saw her standing near the bower among
The woods, where the spring flowers swayed
In the breeze, emanating sweet fragrance
In glee, arousing lascivious desires in the mind.
A picture painted with the essence of a rainbow
Appearing in the sky after heavy rains!
I pasted that as a mural on the walls of my soul

I FORGOT TO TELL YOU

I forgot to tell you, my beloved
I forgot to tell you of my love
I forgot.

I am your love, my lover
I saw a dream last night
A garden full of flowers in its splendor
And we striding amongst them;
Though I sat the whole night beside you,
And in the faint light of the lamp
We sang as the rain was splattering on the roof
And I forgot to tell you entirely about my
Love to you, I forgot…My beloved!

You are in my breath
You are in my heart beat
Your fragrance permeate my face
You keep me inside the mist of your love
Though you fondled me with
Your soft, lotus like fingers;
Though you covered me with
Your locks of musk scented hair
Though I touched the pearl like
Buttons of your breast
Yet I forgot, I forgot to tell you
The entirety of my love to you
My beloved.

CHANGES...

Today's tears are not the one
That dried up in the cheek, yesterday
Today’s smile is not the one,
Which faded yesterday from the lips.

Every emotion is not
Repetition, not at all, repetitions.
They are absolutely fresh,
Charming, and wonderful.

The water flowing to day, from
The spring, is not of yesterday’s
Nor the fleeing clouds are the same
Yonder, amidst the starry sky.

Yesterday’s feeling for my beloved
Also is different, today it’s more ardent.
In life’s rugged path, everything change
Yielding place for everything new,

And Providence decides the hue.........

DARKNESS AT NOON

Bearing a borrowed birth, and shouldering
The weight of despondent disillusionment;
Exhausted by treading over endless distance
In travail, along the never ending paths,
Among the citadels and snow clad
Pinnacles of love’s hazardous and
Mysterious state ways, where time
Stands still as sentinels, and chaos
Settles in the mind, in that daze.
Like a season of ceaseless rains;
Like the scorching flames of the summer sun.
The drifting pain burning in the memories.
Even when the shores of summer is fading out
Or even when the midnight’s stars are shedding
Their embers, into the gloom below.
I am trotting alone…

Everywhere the grueling rail of darkness
With its hatred extend to the horizon.
With the boundless length of shadows of despair
Dusk creeps up as a riddle in the reminiscence.
Life is becoming sordid and tense.

We are the rickety shadows on the shores;
The wings of the vulture, in the clouds.
Still galloping forward, with gusto.
These unending journeys are the gift of Providence.

Midnight is around the corner.
Sinners are left alone, and the silence
Of a man wandering alone is the wrath of
Endless days and the misery of that man
Who has no rebirth, continues….

SLUMBER

If you could
Spread your tiny wings,
Leaving the cage of your
Mind and fly into my lips;
Awake as a sonnet, and
With the plumes of your
Sweet words, caress me;
Blow out the flame of my woes
Humming a soft ballad,
Rock me to slumber.

The breeze sings a lullaby
The leaves are swaying in the wind
The clouds kissing in their embrace.
Can’t you pour the nectar of this
Lurid night and calm me to sleep?

You save the sweetness of this hour
When shadows and shadows hug;
The sea whispers and the earth
Swoons in its mirth....
And induce me to sleep..

BARREN MIND...

In an isle where dreams are taking me for a ride,
Likes and desires become an affliction in life.
I can’t decipher what I see in my solitary internment;
If they are truths or illusion, I just can’t make out.
Who can tell me the precise answer to those visions?
Truths or illusion, realistic or deceitful!

I was offering garlands of love in my worship
Of that idol, all throughout my life,
Since we met and became one.
A mind coveting for the spring season
In love, turned into a barren wasteland.
The conscience of every man is one
Wild jungle, where pure blossoms
Of love sincere, refuse to bloom.

Indeed a wild desolate and cruel jungle
Is the mind of a man, without remorse!
Insincere, crafty, egotistic, unfaithful;
Ever ready to swerve like a snake in flight.

WOMEN...DON'T BE OFFENDED...take it easy!..

A WOMAN! [NOT YOU]

Oh! the gladness of her gladness when she is glad
And sadness of her sadness when she is sad
But the gladness of her gladness
and the sadness of her sadness
Are as nothing....
To the badness of her badness
when she is bad.........

She is an angel in truth,
a demon in fiction
And means the greatest of all contradictions..


She is afraid of a cockroach,
she will scream at a mouse
But she 'll tackle a husband ,
as big as a house.

She 'll take him for better
or take him for worse;
She will split his head wide open
and then be his nurse.
And when he is well and can get out of bed
She 'll pack up a tea-pot
and throw it at his head.

She is faithful, deceitful,
keen sighted and blind
She is crafty, she is simple,
she is cruel, she is kind
She 'll lift a man up,
she will cast him down.
She will make him her hero,
her ruler, her clown.

You will fancy she is this,
and you will find she is that,
For she will play like a kitten,
she will fight like a cat
In the morning she will,
in the evening she won't
And you are always expecting she will,
but she won't.

Call It Love?

The ache which had no name
Someone called it love.
The honey which dripped and split
In the earth was called tears.
The mirage with the golden tinge
We called it the imagination.

The bamboo which was cut
And was injured, cried.
And that worthless wooden
Tube was called a flute.

The beautiful clouds wept and
Its color splashed across the sky
It became the rainbow.
And the unforgotten silent music
Which emanated was called the mind.

YOU SHOULD KNOW....

Words pure and love filled,
I have to confess to you;
The truth in my heart, you never knew,
As you stand apart with spite in your thoughts;
Even when chanting your name in my soul;
Day and nightI kept my unsung love,
A secret, in the labyrinth of my heart.
Inside me an ocean swelled to fondle you,
And your soul yearned for that caress endlessly.
You heard the eternal music, resonant of love.

I know not what to call that sweet agony it creates,
Of the rapturous relation ..Love!
Or is it the divine mercy
Designed to paddle through life, without
Drowning in its depth?

Turned a tear welling cloud,
Me an equation of destiny;
And you, a seed promising a forest in you;
Like the earth craving for the rain....

FOR EVER AND ALWAYS YOURS …

This road is lonely; not a soul around.
The sky looks so majestic, with all its possession.
Your memory is filling me with all its opulence;
Then I saw a star weeping up there, glimmering,
Shedding its tears, into the clouds below.

Our futile birth has become the whimpering
Hand of a clock, indicating the seconds in life
Of the boundless eternity.
Grief and happiness mingle here;
And desires and passions die here;
Naturally without any cause or reasons.

In those days I sang for you to hear,
And I wrote poems for you to read.
But now you are not in my presence;
Only wilted dry petals of blossoms
Withered from the plaids of your hair
Remain here, reminding me of your
Exquisite smiles and laughter and
Your humorous prattle.

Man! Who created you in this earth?
Who glorified you in this life?
You have deserted me, but your
Memory still persists and enlivens
My soul- Everlasting, fresh and green,
Even after death ...for ever and always yours

MY NIGHTINGALE..

My love turned you
Into a caged bird
I purchased your silver skies
I closed your horizon
In the crust of my heart….
Without anyone seeing it.

I craved to hide you as a pearl
In the locket of my necklace
I heard, you chanting my name,
In your every heartbeat.

I knew the balmy fragrance of your
Eternal love towards me
I saw the rapidity of your mind
Coveting only my ecstasy.
I was your refuge, mother, goddess,
Your beloved, and your unborn daughter.


And what are you for me?
The rain which poured down
On the scorched earth of my heart
Thirsting for the water
Of your interminable love…

A boon-giver who appears in the dream
Before the hapless, helpless devotee,
To grant any gift off him
And I chose your loving heart…

SOLITUDE...

Solitude!
Are you also a lover?
Are the dewdrops, the wrath of the night?
Strange desires!
Your paths are so broad,
And amazing, with my love.

Soft breeze!
can you hear this rhyme?
Could you go and whisper it into her ears?
Come back here to shower that music
Embedded with her love, to me?

The woods have now assumed a splendor,
And life a pleasure, always in here;
Forever spring, and without seasons.
The spirit always,is in harmony,
All throughout the day and night.
Today my silence is immersing
In the rhythm of the melody
Of your love……..

INFATUATIONS OF A BIRTH !

You have taken my birth
And me yours...so the Providence decreed…

Infatuations filled our birth
with magnificent obsessions
And we imbibed the nectar of our love.
You were my daughter and my son.
My hands became a cradle for you
And I sang a lullaby in your slumber.

I will adorn your lips, and brows
And your cheeks and nape with
Very warm kisses, engrossed in my love.
I will watch your pranks and naughty smiles.
You, my beloved, sleep close to my bosom.

In this chamber, and along the walkway,
I will hold your soft fingers in my hand,
And follow you like a shadow;
Shower you with kisses all along.

Like the dewdrop lingering on a rose petal
I see you snuggling at my side.
My spirit is enthralled by this sleeping angel.
Do not disturb her in her siesta
Lest, my dreams vanish in the void….

CALL IT LOVE !

The ache which had no name
Someone called it love.
The honey which dripped and split
In the earth was called tears.
The mirage with the golden tinge
We called it the imagination.

The bamboo which was cut
And was injured, cried.
And that worthless wooden
Tube was called a flute.
The beautiful clouds wept and
Its color splashed across the sky
It became the rainbow.
And the unforgotten silent music
Which emanated was called the mind.

A DEW DROP…

A drop of dew slept on the bosom of the night
It cried and resumed its slumber.
When the moon ran into clouds, for a moment.

Who closed the window ajar, playfully
Where the small birds were chirping?

Who turned the word of the breeze
That was combing her hair, into nectar?

Who drew with black mascara
The dreams in her eyes?

And who made her tremulous
With those adorable dreams?

In the dusk, when the tears were drying up
Who showered the tiny drops
Of rain, on her lovely face?

Who became the nightingale amidst
The foliage on the tiny branches?

Who wrote the verse on her cheek
With a pink forefinger?

VANISHING DREAMS

My lost dreams! you have set
A throne for me full of woes.
My lost paradise! You have weaved a
A crown of thorns for my pate.

Spring and summer is gone.
I see the dead dried leaves in the earth.
Winter is cruel, though it leaves
Some moisture on the leaves..

The heart is in agony
For the deceit of my love.
My life goes on and on
Like a corpse walking in sunshine,
without shadows,solitary.
May be there is no semblance of reason
For the lies; to toss a life into spasm
Of cruelty, of this maddening world.

A fog of confusion dawns on my thoughts.
Of treachery, of cruel minds;
And a prescience of despair,
Filled with a longing and desire
Of lost love and dead dried dreams,
Muddled in fantasies;
An imbroglio, desiccated memories.


Oh! I hear a lullaby far away
Of a mother, singing her child to slumber.
My heart yearns for such a soft prelude
I used to hear, when I was a child,
And my mother sang for me.

Wish I could live again my infancy,
And cling to her soft breasts and brood
And coo, looking into her soft blue eyes,
Away from this dreadful world;
A solace in the weariness and tedium!
I will fill up my heart
Brimful with your silence
And keep still with patience;
Await for the fragrance of your touch
When you embrace me, again
Holding me in your arms
And once again my life blooms…..

A CONFESSION.

My darling, I know not if
My path has many ways.
But I found in you a saviour,
Someone to redeem me from where I am
I seek not anything from you
I wish not for anything
For I know, you too are a searcher like me
Seeking a way beyond birth and death.
Could your destiny meet mine?
Many a time I seek an answer;
Fate, destiny, coincidence
- Call it anything.
It is a chance I rather would say
Fate has graciously given me;
To prove that life is after all not
A choice of prickly thorns.
Remember there are shadows even
In the bright sunlight
Why remember the shadows of the dark?...

ROSES !.

Dew Drops!
Why have you given
A sad face to the rosy roses
Without a reason?

Last night on the way side
You blossomed and
What did you give to your lover?
Fragrance?
Your heart?
Honey?
Or your love?

Many who tread this beaten track
Have written your story, my darling.
And you remain here in glory
Emanating your scent and hue.

Moonwalker….

I will continue my moonwalk
I need continue as a somnambulist
Let me take your leave,
My tragic desolate memoirs!

Love withers before it is blossomed,
Whimpering before the finger touches it.
Turns away , before getting close.
Desires die out before they are aroused.
Every dream is perished, distraught and shattered.
I am worn to shreds, strangulated…

I cover my eyes with my palms while weeping.
Looking back she is not there; disappeared!
Dreams enter through one path
And destiny goes through another.
Sharp fierce claws of despondency tracking me like
An octopus, with a thousand tentacles.
On the shores of the river of life flooded with the tears,
Lies broken a trillion dreams, a billion desires
Swooned like kites without line or bridle.
Do not seek an eternal heaven in your mind.

It has now becomes a graveyard of all hopes!

Kama Sutra…

Why the quill of Vatsyayana that wrote Kama Sutra,
Depicted the human heart as a quiver, holding
The arrows of Cupid, ever ready to shoot,
With magical prowess, to subjugate,
The opposite sex, anytime, anywhere.

Or was it meant to arouse human souls,
From penance and meditation, that was
Once the practice, for attaining ‘*Moksha’ ? [*salvation]

Or to reform congenital instincts embedded
Through births in human mind, stealthily
Entering, while the birth and death is in
Suspended animation, trance or coma,
To wreck the life’s rhythms?

Or to hunt down and capture the beauty of Eons
Shrouded in a world of illusions?
Or to change the sweet and divine sensation
Of love in the human heart, into carnal
Yearnings and greed, and hunger, and
To spoil the melody, of selfless affection?

Monsoon Rains...

Heavy rains… It’s raining helter- skelter!
Unable to see beyond the courtyard;
Hardly hear anything other than the clatter..
Like pelting, on a tin roof.

This is the monsoon of torrential rain of pain;
Of sodden wicks in the lamp of hopes,
With traumatized desires: desires fondled
In the soul for long, through life’s tempestuous
Paths, rugged, and hazardous.
Heavy rains of tears of desolation,
From the long summer of desertion,
Evaporated and condensed, now falling down
As heavy rain, seeking me.. A long lost lover!

Soft fingers of reminiscence are clasping,
And flouncing, all over my body.
In the haste, the fingers become unsteady
And detach with a spasm of anguish in the mind.
I sense someone, whispering into my ears,
Confiding adorable words of affection,
Discreetly stimulating the heart.
A familiar emotion other than grief!
In the vales of the darkened gloom
Of despondency, shadows creep around.
On the doorsteps of reflections
Some foot treads are overheard.
Outside the window a dream flashed
With a lightning, out of the blue…
This rain will die down, and the morning dew
Will sparkle, on the grass blades again.

Lost Horizons of heart!

And suddenly the sky lost its clouds
The lonely shores were then whimpering.
Yonder in a corner of the horizon
There appeared a solitary starlet.
The blue sky was bidding farewell
To her paramour as he disappeared,
Among the splendor of its watery bier.
Alone she stood there waiting in woe.
Someone was singing a dirge in distress
About forsaken and forlorn love…

The moonlight receded into the shadows
As the song faded away into the distance,
As was the imprints of her foot treads
In the sands of my reminiscence.
The swarthy clouds waited, impregnated with
Raindrops, to clinch the good earth,
That stood impatiently for the union.

You came on the swing of my perception;
My conscious, unaware of the serenade,
Like a dream without images and
Flew into the kingdom of my love
I saw a flicker in your window
Like a shadow of butterflies in flight.
Then I heard the rustle of your footsteps.
Wafting through the breeze, in rhythm.
My passions soared high in a chariot
Among the golden moonlight, searching for
The nectar inside the ebullient blossoms there.
I keep you in my sight eternally through eons
Like a gleaming diamond in my soul.
Why are you silent in my presence?

Love letter

I wrote a message of my love, to give to my Beloved
While the adoring full moon was attempting
To engrave a melody on the manifold clouds
In the pallid silence of the night;
A letter that could not be perceived or deciphered
By the naked eye, on the resplendent pages of
The heart, overwhelming with endearments.
With a pen of my imagination and the blissful
Reminiscence, quivering in the mind.
I wrote it as a garland of musical sounds:
My desires, without you knowing it, my Beloved.
You have dissolved in me already like
The fleecy clouds hugging the sky;
Your smiles settled in me like waves
Of ecstasy in the ocean, embracing the shore.
And now that budding love unaware among us
Will encompass as the spring blossoms,

Retreat...

God created the seven seas with tears;
And time erected an edifice of anguish and grief
In love with sighs, erupting in the hearts.
Honeycombs of love turned to sweet sighs,
And glitzy dreams became embers in the ash,
That chilled us with frustration.

The sunlight faded as the night greeted darkness
With a dulcimer in hand holding close to the breast;
And sang its melody into the depth of the gloom.
Singing the strains, blooming in the cloud
Springing from love, forsaken.

What is the cause of the unhappiness in the soul;
That is hearkened by the ocean;
Diffusing its angst fizzing in the heart?
My beloved! You come back to me!
It is safe to moor in this harbour of bliss

Who knows???

I will worship you keeping myself
Away from your presence, my exquisite fairy!
You appear as the marvelous earth,
Dazzling in the glory of a smile
As emitted by the full moon.

Though you remain at an arm’s reach,
Who knows if I could ever possess you!
Who knows if it is ever possible
To cuddle you in my bosom, though you
Bloom in my mind as the spring?
Even if I am unable to embrace you,
I can still adore you through my dreams.

Who knows if a flower will wither and fall down,
Even if the harsh wind shake it violently blowing on it?
Who knows if it is possible to quench one’s thirst,
By merely blinking at a goblet that is overwhelming,
Before the eyes of a thirsty tramp, trekking
Through the desert in a sand storm?
Even if it is unattainable to imbue the contents,
It could still be remembered garishly.
Who knows if I could ever see you again ,
Before I breathe my last?

Flaccid dreams…

The scent of Mogra flowers were serenading
Through the air, diffusing into my senses.
The same adoring fragrance that emanated through
The showers of my day dreams, in your countenance.
Silvery lines cast shadows in the earth;
The Night Queens smiled in welcome.
Among the bluish pleats in the sarong of the moonlight,
I saw the furling of your long robe.
The silky waves of your dress moved away from my life
Like seared petals of withered days.

The beams of the moonlight turned into violin
Strings, and while the breeze caressed them
Produced melodious musical overtures.
I heard the timbre of your compliant voice
From the song sung by the silent night.
The tinkle of your golden anklet faded
Like wilted tender leaves from my dreams.

If I could ever…

Wish if I could ever forget those moments;
Wish I could ever close the eyelids of my soul;
The agony of a flower discarded after
It was adorned on the locks of a maiden,
And the scorching sighs emanating in its mind;.
If I could ever fail to remember them!
Why did you blossom in plants that wither and die,
In the arid unclaimed waste land of life and
Become untouchable blossoms?

You are dreams pushed into the gutters of
Misery and anguish, where only melancholy reigns.
Infatuations and whims are flies hovering above
The fire and when the wings are scorched
Why hassle about it as a perpetual twinge;
Assuming the role of water birds floating
And swimming over the waves of misery?

Melodies of the heart…

The dewdrops swooned and slumbered
In the frenzy of kisses from the moonlight,
Now the moon slept along with the myriads of stars.
The night adorned with the sandal paste, also dozed.
The earth and the heaven looked into each other’s eyes.
The Night Queen unfolded its petals in full.
And then the butterflies of dreams woke up.

We had moulted the attire of sleep, many a times
From our lonely nights, when you were near;
Like the evergreen dreams, and you poured
Your enamoured affection all over me.
My wildest of imaginations, unknown, melted
In your ocean blue eyes, made it dazzle and
Embellish your lonely morning hours.
Your love is always my alluring melodies in life.

Genesis...

That day while wandering though the garden paths,
In the Garden of Eden, listening to the rustles
Of Bamboo trees and chirping of the birds;
Skulking away from my siesta, I found the
Tree of Love and Life, the eternal abode of Cupid.
(It was me who found it and not the Serpent
As everyone believes that he deceived us.)
If my heart is not cuddling you always,
How could I tell you “I love you”?

That day when I did bite the apple,
Ripe and reddish like your cheeks,
The mystery of love sprouted and
Spread out inside me,turning
My body into an infernal furnace.
The metamorphosis took place
And I started loving you fiercely.

The sun fled into the alcove of darkness
And the land receded into the sea, while
The clouds roared wildly in glee.
Amazingly, the onlookers were frightened.
A red sea formed and kept them away from us.

A horizon diffused breaking the outer walls of
Our body and life originated there,
Over the cruel wrath, and the great Flood.
Our love turned into an ark;
And God came with us leaving the Garden.
The rainbow witnessed it.
Who can challenge and thwart us?

You sat near me and leisurely, gradually
Hid me inside you, like water swallowing the salt.
Even the Serpent could not recognize me.
Thus a family and genealogy commenced.
The viewers approved, certified and applauded.

Silence...

My silence is brimming with love only;
My silence always redolent with love.
Seeing, without speaking enhances it.
You departed suddenly, away from my vision
Leaving a thousand dreams within me,
Full of delectable ecstasies,unrelenting.

I kept my fingers entwined over my eyes,
And sat in vigil for your return, interminably.
Come over and cling to my arms, walk with me,
Hugging and leaning on my body,
In the windy paths of life’s hazardous voyage.
Through births and rebirths this love
Fills my silence and my desolate soul.

SHADOWS

Bliss is just a shadow only in this world,
Haunted by the freezing winter of grief.
Mind is a senile phenomenon,
Wandering everywhere seeking pleasure;
A will-o’-the-wisp.

My passions plunged its face
In the hornet’s nest of grief,
And the dreams that overwhelmed
In my eyes blossomed as flowers of agony.

When truth seeks a sanctuary
To lie down on the slings and arrows
Of outrageous calumnies,
The humans only guffaws,
Masking the conscience
With sympathetic grins on their faces...

Thy will… as in heaven…

We call that span between birth and death,
The life: rugged and mystic; pathetic
And soul stirring; bewitching as well as
Disdainful; frivolous yet ebullient.

Those conscious of the vanity of living
Are isolated and demeaned from the
Mainstream of ‘the faithful’.
Mutterings evaluated and classified
As ramblings of the abnormal intellect.

Prayers are sandwiched between
Desires, dreams, and deeds.
Prophets narrated their dreams
As a relic of their frustrations,
To a recalcitrant world, ever doubtful
About the themes and scenario of future;
And claimed divine sanctions behind it,
As revelations of what lies ahead.

Could the earth ever turn into a heaven?
Could the tiger and the lamb have
Peaceful co-existence or the wiper
Cease to be poisonous any further?
The Saints duped us with their tales
Of their trust, and faith in the Almighty.
Even God deceived us through commandments.

Many are waiting to get on to the
Bandwagon of such an apple cart.
Or is all that they said, a dream only?
What is amusing in that life, which is
Called a dream, without the illusion
And hallucination of such dreams?
The attires worn in this game,
The scenarios comprising it, and
Its enactments are delectable in ‘to-to.’
All attires are adorned by dreams
Of the soul, on our bodies…

Rainbows and dreams…

Like a flower that has no petals and its
Demure timidity became a song in its heart;
Those rhythms in the heart beats are the music
Of my life; my tranquil music…

Passions seeking salvation, embraced beauty,
Flowing through rivulets of eloquent silence
Of imagination, and hallucinations.
Let the hues start painting that portrait
Of this flower that embezzle my heart.
Rainbows leaning on the earth and spanning
Over the firmament, caressing in adoration
The sky, eternally blue and placid in its nature,
Clasping the chillness of the snow-
Clad mountains of the earth,
Gifted and bestowed on me dreams
And the entire fragrance, of that flower.
The flower that has stolen my heart…

A cadence…

My beloved! The words uttered
By your lips are really sweet
And your love is much sweeter than that.
The cool wind is embracing me
Like your shadows that follow me.
Are you the shower of a rain that fills
The soul that chills the chillness of bliss?

It is midnight now and the nature
Has fallen into a stupor.
The moon has lowered its wick
Of its beaming light.
Let me delve into the depths of
Your loveliness and dissolve into it,
As a rhythm; as a cadence…

The eternal spring...

The spring became my beloved for a moment
In my exquisite, and exciting dream.
It gifted me with a blossom of console,
As heaven descended beside me, in that night.
I forgot to reckon the petals of that flower,
While I drifted in the inebriety of its fragrance,
And could not imbibe the ecstasy of the nectar.

The heartbeats fainted in the grandeur of
The resplendency of its radiance.
I failed to adorn the pollen as a lip-glow
To the quivering coral of my lip;
And woke up, just before the picture was complete.
Could I ever get those blossoms with its playful
Petals in full bloom, and dancing in the breeze.
And she returns as the cute eternal spring in my life?

Everywhere a smile…

While tears rained over me
I held an umbrella
Of smiles over my head;
I dived and searched for
Pearls in a sea of anguish;
Just to see the gleeful
Smile of the world around me.

The sun strew the smile of the day
And the moon light is the smile of the night.
The golden waves that hug the shores
Is the simper of the ocean.
And the blossoms show the smile of the good earth;
The weeping clouds smile through the rainbows
Magnificent and flamboyant with its hues.

Grief made it out through poetry;
Silence shows it through sighs and sobs.
I built my play house on the bank of
A stream of tears and toil of forsaken love,
Then made a flute to play, with the bamboo
Of my broken heart in condescension,
To sing a rueful song of my love…

Out of sight…

My beautiful! You have borrowed
The delicacy of a flower, and the
Mind of a doe, with immaculate chillness
Of the nature, in its exquisiteness.
I have removed my sandals at the gate
Of your welcoming chamber, to tread
On the sacred floor that leads to it.
You led me clasping your fingers
Around my palm to a bed of eiderdown
Strewn with dreams of delights.
A desire awakened in the heart
To sit beside you, holding your
Tender fingers and caressing it,
Look into the depth of your
Blue turquoise eyes where
The love lurks profoundly;
To satiate the zest, to talk to you those
Unsaid things, to be fulfilled and completed...

I waited so long in the meadow where
Your tender memories sprouted.
The moon was moving away after
Wiping its face, on the towel of clouds.
Then you came near me as the air,
Without a tinkle of your bangles;
Without a peel of your golden anklets,
And covered my eyes, with your beatific fingers!

Again the spring!

Let the stars draw up your shadow
Do not close your doe eyes or disrupt
Those bangles in your delicate hands.
The evening sky has disappeared
From the horizon after mixing the gorgeous
Colours on the palette to paint your
Stunning image, in the script of the moonlight.


I stood silently in the gloom of the night;
My reflections ambling through the Greek legends.
The moon disappeared among the crowd of clouds.
I hear the beats of a refrain as a rhapsody again
In my ears, and your melodious song beside me.
The nightingale sang the chorus mellifluously.
You appeared as the radiant shore of the sea,
Awaking somewhere in the lap of the moonlight,
And Venus was roving atop the rollicking waves.
I came there as the fizz of the wind
Rumbling around you as a harmonious tune,
In the flowering season of memories.
Another blossom is blooming again and again
In the heart; a carpet where the moon slumbers.

Tempest in the heart!

Reminiscence as a leap tide of a silent tune,
Breakup and become the introspection, fizzling
With the sweet sorrow of parting, and
The boundless ocean stands as a silent witness.
Time has developed into a fathomless ode;
A lyric, stretching from morning till the next.
Blueness appear as a tragic overture of mind,

I never knew the loveliness of the rain
Till tears erupted,overwhelmed in my psyche,
I never knew your allure, till such time
That you smiled on me and you adopted me,
As your soul mate, enriching my lone moments.
I never knew the magnificence of the sunshine,
Until your smile sparkled in my heart.

I find the tacitness of the husky moonlight
You kindled, through your endless music,
When you hum the midnight’s splendour
In your loneliness, for the listening nightingale.
I never knew its daintiness till the time
I sensed your exhaling breath permeating around me.

Until you return...

Pathways created by the cruel destiny;
Souls bidding farewell on its sojourn;
Scorching desires of the heart;
Anguish spreading over everywhere….

Silence grows up watching this scenario;
Life stream floods over embankment;
Distressing in the eddies in its effort to succumb.
Flowers wither and scatter in the breeze;
Days are diffusing in suppressed sobs;
And fall out in the depth of misery and despair.
Life prolongs indifferently and unconsciously.

Dawn will break up one day, carrying
The fragrance of a dream in the wind
Desires will flutter with a thousand wings
The Night Queens will bloom in the forlorn gloom,
And its sweet scent will permeate in the air.
Won’t you come back as the moon light that gloom?

Fade out!

There are some affinities in this earth
That purport only to break up and melt away.
There are some dreams in the heart
That ends up only in bargains and evaluation.
When two persons come closer,
And the relation breaks up and part away, in tears,
The petals in the soul, then drench in
The tears of dismal grief and anguish.
We attempt to forget many things
Without reservation and keep some
Frontiers in the mind, to get away from it.


Are we cherishing those memories
Of a bygone era, with its sweet savor subtleties
Carrying teardrops in the heart for long?
Is everything dwindling out into oblivion
And kept only in the annals of the memory?
Recollections, like a tide of silent empathy
Becomes a disposition of the soul, in parting.


The ravishing tunes emitted by the dulcimer
Is now becoming the rhythm, of life’s music.
Is it diffused in the shadows now?
The blossoms wilted and withered in the path
Were the thorns of longings, spreading
Darkness, in the hollow of the mind.

Into the unknown…

The day light is fading away
The shadows are becoming long;
Someone is passing on with agonizing
Memories in the heart, in the smoldering
Journey towards the far away distance;
From behind someone is calling back.
My silence, my dusks and me in the path
Are witnessing the sniveling distress;
Where time stands still as sentinels.

Someone is closing a door from behind.
The feather touch of a song, cuddle my heart now.
Only a word to reminisce and still yearning to hear.
Only one bosom to lean upon and recline
That is being craved for to be seen and felt,
In this path of snuffle where time is the sentry;
And me, my silence and dusks are the onlookers.

I hear the conch emitting a note
In the silence of this petrifying night;
I hear a song from a flute vamping and
Wafting through the still air, in this darkness.
The night turned out lashing with incessant rain,
I am sodden in its irate spray and
The numbing cold enters my sinews.
If you can touch my fingers and then bid farewell
As you go, I will be gratified even in my afterlife!

SIESTA !

This night will fade away and
The moonlight also will vanish.
The only thing that will not die out
And carry on smiling sweetly,
Are your dreams, my beloved.

I will not wake you up, my living dream
Of a maiden, disrupting your dreams,
As you sleep like a flower on a bed,
Spread out by the bluish blue nights.

You are a dance that came seeking
For the anklet to adorn your feet;
A silent song that came in quest of a lute.
I will not try to awaken you from that slumber.

Chase a dream…

. . . .
Her hair smelled of camphor;
The exhaled air from her nostrils,
That of sandalwood;
The crimson blouse she wore
Emitted the fragrance
Of wild woodbine;
Or was it the scent of her body?
. . . . . .
She helped, to remove
The safety pins on her blouse;
The hooks behind the bra came off smoothly.
The nectar adhering to the alabaster buds,
When the lips pressed on to them
Kindled sweetness; while the tender hair
Above the navel in swirls, woke up in ecstasy.
Fingers sought, paving its way to the warm
Wetness of the holy of holies.
Her hands guided and her innards, in its
Recess, absorbed his masculinity.
Tinkling bells, exhilaration, mighty explosions,
Pandemonium; tense moments reaching
The pinnacle of euphoria and heavenly delights!

Then she said: ” I was waiting for this moment
Throughout my life; my femininity has
Now accomplished perfection and consummation.
Thank you, again and again for this moment.
Though married for several years
This is the first time I have tended myself,
Surrendering my virginity to you;
After a waiting for a long period of time,
Of sleepless nights and subdued sobs.”


At the zenith of the intrigue, time lost its meaning.
“This was the most avowed aspiration in my life.
There is sacredness,
And a sanctity for maidenhood,
When it is tendered or submitted
Along with your heart.
It attains a divine halo around it
And it is so divine, and heavenly
And the bliss you derive is so unique.”

Fingers and lips scrounged into the bodies;
A glow sparkled in her eyes,
That of the fizzy delights.
Lips quivered; pearls of sweat erupted over
The upper lips and thrusting breasts.
The rhythm of breathing rose into a frenzy.
In the moist caverns deep inside, passions awoke.
The vagaries of all the seasons glided into an
Eddy of schizophrenic lasciviousness.
Fission or fusion?

Whither?

Self immolation, suicides, manslaughter,
And rapes are becoming pillars of life;
Unknown someone is programming
Our lives remotely, as a parody of
A T.V. serial, without start or end
Of a story, that has no meaning,
Pertinence or reason in it.
Basic rights are pilfered somewhere
On the way, making it unfeasible
To express real apprehensions and
Dreams of the human mind, as they
Are plundered or looted away from life.

Man is discarded as an already broadcasted
Programme, rather than being a programmer
Of his life, that can be created to suit him.
Lasciviousness is honoured as masculinity,
In the culture of capitalist society.
A contract made up with the devil!
World has become a hunting ground
Like whale hunt, tiger hunt,
Women hunt, gold hunt, and sex hunt...
Life is deteriorating as an epic of failures;
And man is a helpless creature in that void.

Diffusing fragrance…

On the sandalwood pyre of my heart
The golden winged butterflies burned out.
They were my long preserved dreams;
My endearing passions of the soul.
The ashes now cover the pyre all over,
And the relics are only the remnants of
A handful of reminiscence and those
Unseen embers are still scorching hot.

Memories of longings coveted in vain,
To see the spring blossoms in full bloom.
When someone threw a stone on the tree
A thousand birds flew off from its roosting.
Only one bird came back to the branch of its nest,
With its wearied wings of dreams,
Again for the honey, the tender shoots offered.

You were someone so transparent;
A fragrant flower that could not contain
Its intoxicating scent inside.
In your words, in your smiles
And in your looks you poured out
Fragrance of true and innocent love…

Eloquent silence!

I have reckoned you as a vivacious evening,
Through this accursed birth of mine,
Like a hornbill longing for a rain cloud
To appear in the far corners of the horizon.
You surround me like an enervating breeze
Of the morning, filling my innards with
The everlasting glow of the beaming full moon,
Scouring in my memory, for lovely dreams.


The summer clouds are receding;
Fading out of my alluring reveries.
When isolated silence becomes nectar
In my fatigued soul, it’s your image
That fills and illumines my thoughts.

Aspirations that gift solace
In the lengthy pathways;
Groaning melodies in the wilted blossoms;
Shores where my dreams are in slumber
For many a days and in desolation;
And then you sang, as a nightingale in my mind,
Of your sweet love as a chorus, perching
On the branches, where my dreams flowered.

Signature of hearts…

Among these shadows where births and
Deaths generate floral designs,
The memories break on the forsaken pavements
Of the heart, groan in their ripples.
The rivers meander playing the strings on their lute;
And there arise the image of a new saga!

Here you and me met in an influx
To perform some roles in sequence and
Before the concluding verse of the play,
We did our exit and vanished into thin air.
The wings of destiny that scattered us
Into the far corners of the earth, may now
Bring us together again, to resume the play
As a sequel, with a different scenario.

This is the lot of frustrated souls in this planet.
Not knowing what will happen through
Years, whether it is sweet or bitter,
Reunion or separation or enjoyment
Till heart’s content, or desolation until the grave.
Every spring bring new flowers to the nature;
While the nectar trickle from the eyes of the blossoms
They wilt and perish falling down.
Could hearts that drift away regain
The confidence and be together now?

Undervalued!

Is love a syndrome of madness?
Giving out a warmth, and vigour;
Affection and self assurance!
Nothing else contribute to one’s
Contentment in life, to carry on.

With the memory of one kiss till death;
Gratification of a birth by one touch;
It transcends through death to re-birth.
It carries humans to the lonely shores
Of death and re-births all at once
In the same moment of a lofty realization.

The mind always yearn to trespass
Into the forbidden parameters.
And the social taboos always relate
To physical promiscuities only.
Love remains in the spiritual sphere
Of passion and affection, and tenderness.

We have corroded ourselves in our quest
For physical urges and outward appearances;
They are ephemeral and evasive.
Limiting our vistas to perceive and
Comprehend the truth far beyond
Our gaze and reach, eternally.
Love has been debased through recent decades.
We try to buoy up a system
That has become obsolete and irrelevant
To modern life, that is insidiously destructive
For the soul and its purity.