Yesterday
we obeyed kings
and bent our necks
before emperors.
But today we kneel
only to truth, follow
only beauty and obey
only love.
-Khalil Gibran
Category: poetry
Sinful Dips
I took sinful dips in vast seas of love embracing
you tightly, with a terror of drowning in the
deep waters of desires. Wines from your
lips did wonders, for I went and came back
from the hell fires, taking sinful dips
in the waters of love.
Shedding all vestiges of shame, clothed only
in translucent moon-light while holding
you tightly, trying to sooth the amber
of my flesh with your cigar breaths.
I performed holy ablutions to wash off any
lingering doubts of cravings, let raven
hair loose to sway in directions unknown,
only to clasp a caress in my nets in the
deepest pits of desires.
While softly twirling on the rubenesque flutes
of thirsts, closed my eyes and swam to the
farthest corners of desire to discover a
dated relic of yours resting in the
sea-beds of my whims.
Knowing that magical things might happen,
I allowed myself to completely penetrate
in the realms of darkest fantasies to,
accomplish once a flawless rapture of bodies.
While you played your wicked games
I let lose more shames just to capture a
whiff of your perfume, to break an ancient
spell of absence while taking sinful
dips in vast seas of love.
Book Covers
Words Never Fail
I’ve filled the voids of my soul with
slants of words, the curvatures of
alphabets to gratify the endless
nights of effervescent
passions.
In the deepest abyss of malevolent
nights, I’ve implored the meanings
of your desertion through the
arches of letters.
The denied kisses through the
strokes of symbols, the dearth
of touch with caresses of
half-formed letters on crisp
blank papers.
At times I am riding on scripts
while others overwhelmed
under their weighty connotations,
you see my love words
never fail!
For they can fill up empty papers,
hinge together differing
borders, like the elastic
ropes you can stretch
them to suit bleak
realities of life.
Light
In your light, I learn how to love.
In your beauty how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no one sees you,
but I do, and that sight becomes
this art.
_Jalal Ud din Rumi
The Land of Food Lovers
“Mac-Donaldus Tacum,
Infurnus Divina Steakum
Panem nostrum daily
coffeum withum summum
donoughtus”
At every turn a Mac-Donald’s
at every curve a Wendy’s,
there across the road lay
a live breathing hot-dog
under the careful gaze of
cozy Connecticut Sun.
The lush garden free flows
with aroma of Dunkin
-Doughnut’s coffee, all I need
is a fabled pitcher of Greeks to
gulp it all down in one go,
such an aphrodisiac for my
fragile senses…
Now that I’m in land of free
I must uphold and behold
in my sight almost the mythical
Popeye’s Fried Chicken at the
corners of which rests the
pleasures of many virgins
That legendary Roadhouse
steak 🥩 the valor of which
echoes in my ears and the
glistening fat that will linger
in my veins for many years
to come…
The proud French can always
proclaim their victories when
it comes to their luxurious wines
from the regions of Normandy,
but the Californian vineyards
are always a step ahead for their
perennial sun-shine and the
voluptuous grape-vines.
May be it was not the vision
Martin Luther had in mind
or was never to be Lincoln’s
dream in hindsight but as
I smell the rich flavors of
decadent fries somewhere
I can tell you for sure, this
land is every food lovers
paradise !
As for me humble folks, some
say I’m a traveler while some
a migrant, but I know I am only
here to take few bites more &
will return to my land carrying
some flavors more, as I still have
to taste one last morsel from my
aging mom’s hands…
Let us
Let us leave the hand of misery,
and pledge to never gloat in self-pity.
Life is tough, its hard,
but lets just never judge.
We all are victims of both hate and lust.
And this is life nothing more that that,
it is stiff for those who always doubt.
Whatever happens, happens….
So why fret let us love and hold
hands of those who are left behind.
Smile and for once just be kind.
No Desire Is Mightier
I know not…
Was it a dream or a drowsy opiate slumber?
As I stood on a tortured sea-shore
and cast my eye on the swollen waves
passionately kissing my naked feet
making love to me with a brutish force
taking me in its azure vinyl embrace
slowly grasping my flaming flesh with
a fiery I’ve never known before,
an uproar a stir in my fragile body
exhausted since centuries of decay
the foamy saline waters entering in me
through all nook and corners, fissures and holes
mixing in all the violent blues with the
crimson reds, crawling stealthily like million
serpents, wriggling gushing upwards
Oh! a sensation a loud roar within
a rapture somewhere, an euphoric elation
an electric jolt worth thousands bolts!
My enslaved body in an act of consummation
so strong, my heart-ached, soul-shuddered
at the violation so brutal, like a hapless bird
caught in a nib of a savage Falcon from the
far-east, I let it happen without any contest
Why? Because I possessed it too and let loose
the cinders of ancient fire burning in me
for I didn’t surrender, and let it go on without
a single doubt or shame nor did I curse
the gods above, knowing that no desire is
mightier than the other, for yearnings
have the same frenzy everywhere.
But I know not…
Was it a dream or a drowsy opiate slumber?
SENSES
Mind
The mind is it’s own place,
and itself
Can make a heaven of hell,
a hell of heaven.
_John Milton, Paradise Lost