Fear of woman in window
life, Love, poetry

Mad Man

Sorcerer he imagined days of virtuosity

those hours of maniac creativity.

Ladies and only ladies objected to his mighty chicken;

but never a ladies man, he was a bloke

Now as his mind became flat with hay

and ethered breaths as he lay.

Pancing back and forth in strange darkness,

gazed at the sky full of moons in naked starkness.

Mother stood in embellished wedding frock,

a chalky dream, it was never to be a cakewalk.

Midst cat droppings, and shattered dreams

he wished to defile a flower again.

But he was nothing but a Mad Man

Sinful Dips
Love, Nature, poetry, sensual, woman

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

holding hands
Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, life, Love, poetry

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.

love-spell
life, Love, Nature

Love-Spell

Swathed in the warmth of your skin

in awe of deep amorous breaths,

slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats

provoking  gentle ripples in me.

Without a hope for redemption

under the ardent urgency

surrendered and taken away to

the prisons of your venereal mockings

to be arrested under your

love-spell!

 

 

couple
Love, Nature

Elysium (Paradise)

The moment when your glance fell on me

rivers of lust flew surging so many emotions

opening fissures of my soul, but as I stretched

my hand to feel the warmth of that glint, it

evanesced into a fourth dimension, as I

lay sunken in golden bed of desires, each

cell in my body bathed in your after-shadow,

that amorous silhouette engraved on my

bronze heart, aching for one last time 

the perfect rapture of bodies ,for the final

communion of my parched lower lip with your

upper lip, where dwells million diamond

dew drops, my sole pathway to 

Elysium after death!

life, Literature, Love, Nature, poetry

Snobbish Indifference

Stolen glances 

missing beats 

those translucent

moments, porous 

breaths evaporated 

in cheap sooty puffs 

of gas-station

cigarettes, lungs 

choked of highway

psychedelics, motel

caffeine to measure

vaccant hours of 

your casual neglect, 

I measure from

puff to puff,

smoke to smoke

and make most of

those empty

hours, all while

gazing at your 

sinful lips,

marveling the

arched Sicilian 

nose where rests 

that snobbish  

indifference… 

 

 

  

born again
Love, Nature, poetry

Born Again

In your eyes I found my redemption, yes

in your bewitching eyes, not in some astute

scriptures or shrines.

 

It was all in one glance that I savored the

rare nectar of heavens which angels

boasts of.

 

Reclaimed from the rubles of past, resurrected 

from the debris of bygone life, 

 

Immersed in  your seraphic radiance a born

again the moment you cast your

eyes on me.

 

 

 

feminine, Love, Nature, poetry

Those Charms & Glows

I’ve possessed my bitter sorrows long back,

Adorned and wore it as part of my flesh ,

Pains which gushes as streams of scarlet blood

through blue veins, raging as river Nile 

Like whiffs of cheap psychedelic drugs, I 

consumed every bit and angle of my grief 

For a woman doesn’t become a woman until

she gleefully begins to possess and wear her  

pains, she transforms into a woman the moment

she glows while drowning in the lyres of pain 

Those sickly bossoms turn fuller and rounder

gracefully carrying the heavy burdens of heart

and the faces emanate those rare effervescent

charms about whom blind poets often write and

Trembling painters paint perfectly with  angular

strokes of  nylon brush. those charms and glows

as streams of scarlet bloods pumped from the  

aching hearts, gushing forth in blue veins.  

 

 

 

 

 

promised land
Love, Nature, poetry

A Promised Land

A yearning pilgrim, I trudged

took heavy steps, to embark

 on sacred voyage to become

 a holy rover.

 

Crossed seven-seas beneath

herculean skies on thin

azure waters of desires

in the direction of one

promised land.

 

So ancient scriptures recounts 

on the holy land exist ruins of

a buoyant shrine carved out

of the postures of lovers

in acts of love.

 

A divine sanctuary on whose

pastel marble steps, tired

lovers embrace and quench

thirsts through locking

parched lips and sore

bodies…

 

A celestial reserve,where tall

minarets resonates with

the hush whispers of

the craving kissing

love-birds, 

 

A fertile land lushed by rains

of sweltering vapors raised

from the bodies of

longing lovers..

 

Tempted by such promised

land, I embarked on holy 

voyage to become a

holy rover.