THE SAFEST PICK

Hypocrisy is the safest pick
I won’t look a schizophrenic then
I’ll be one among the many

Identical
Identically absurd
Identically ridiculous
Identically cockeyed

May be in that cockeyed state of mind I’ll laugh
Laugh at the idiocy
Laugh at the humour of this life
And they will also snort with me
Show their agreement to the wild truth
Lest it is a truth
A corrupting truth, a baby of a corrupted mind
Corrupted self

And I shall lose the crudity
I shall never be the same
Moaning on the absurdity of hypocrisy
I shall never be the same
Moaning on the absurdity of hypocrisy
I shall never be the same

KIRSCH

The parasite cripples on her cleft
The craven’s demolished wings
Her majesty smiles

The ordinance of the city of the savage siren

The skewed legs bleed whilst the parasite endeavours to cringe

The wardress assassinates many a wastrels in the noble arena

Their lurid fate and the macabre on the beauteous lyric
The euphony of the piccolo

The fragrant philtre
And the flag of the phrenetic siren hovers in pride

THE VICTOR’S BATTLEFIELD

As your brush limns the heartache
As your hands indite the inevitable
As your eyes hunt the solemn promise
As your muse scowls
The malady spreads likes a virus
The dark moon eclipses your cosmos
The worms creep on your creations

As your brainchild contends to survive
As your crusade begins to realize
As your canvas radiates the holy heat
As your vermilion eyes protrude
The bozos pronounce you sick
The critics transcend to judgeship
The equals admonish you

You shrill in the vacuum
You snivel in the smothering plastic
You stutter in the arena
The arena set for your demolition
The arena set to ablaze your spirit
The arena set to obliterate your being
As you strain to outlive
You cross the bounds
As you breathe to breathe
You establish your grandeur
As you trespass their gauging laws
You dethrone the homo aristocracy
The cosmos now eclipses the dark moon
The shrill now becomes the anthem

As you leap
And are crowned the mogul
You dictate
And set the arena

GANDER

The mollycoddle files his nails
Phews when my cat caresses his small toes
The philander phews when I call him phoney
Hops on the paillasse while the straw pierces my skin
Smiles at pageants pocketing my Gucci wallet
Moans on my poesy while his poky mind ponders
Praises many an opus, they all are nice
Nice indeed

Synonymous to the nice restraunts, nice suitings, nice orchard, nice sheets, nice nights
My orator feels scarce of words
Perhaps his poetess is just nice

STATUTORY WARNING

THE CONTENT IN THIS BLOG MAY BE WRITTEN OUT OF SOME FANCY/BOGUS/AMBIGUOUS/OBLIVIOUS THOUGHT IN THE MIND AND MAY OR MAY NOT HOLD RESEMBLANCE WITH REALITY.

SYMPATHETIC/CONSOLING/CONTROVERSIAL STATEMENTS BY THE READERS PERSUADED ME TO PUT THIS WARNING!

STAY TUNED FOR MORE OF ME..

JUDICATURE

Blue nails immersed in a swallowed cushiony baby

A pulverised baby heart

Baby toes..

Framed upon the mountainous surface

Barbaric beauties indeed leave marks

The barbarian signature

The dove flag stands tall in pride

A memorial to the judicature

May the soul rest in peace...

Amen.

FOOL'S DOMINION

The parlous castle stands amid a filthy island
Prophets of doom have found a new hideaway..
The paper tiger - Dominion of iron knights

An albatross sits on the melting acme
The cravens have tamed some ravens
They say some occult monarch feeds on the homo knights


I just witnessed the castle thawing into black spume
Smoke signalled the comer of the holy messenger
Airs so clean, aura so spiritual, beauty so virtuous and existence so dreamy!
A flash, probably some déjà vu..

And the fool’s dominion is but a history.

STRANGER(S)

It was a field day when she met him
A Joe’s cup, two malleable stirred hearts
Inamorata
Inamorato
A fervid tryst
An ardour like volcanic eruptions
An ardour like the soaring wave rolls
The hourglass paused during a doozy kiss on the bellybutton
During a commoved moment of luxuria
Areola withered as he squeezed her flaccid bosom to his revel
Made whoopee whilst she shed saline drops
Two fries without a stitch enwrapped in a ruby love nest
Finally the hourglass proceeded

They now knew their names - Tulip & Sam
Inamorata
Inamorato!!

IF ONLY

To thee who lauded my love notes as literary artefacts

To thee with whom I romanced in a stargaze

To thee whose love was ephemeral

To thee whose paradoxical existence made companionship debatable

To thy spurious love


To thy prevaricate words

To thee who loveth pleasance…


I imagined thee painting a picture of thousand words..

If only cock and bull tales were true
Thee were mine

HMNNN....

Writing is a struggle against silence.

Carlos Fuentes

NONE WERE YOU

I try to walk away and laugh it off
I delete his photographs as if I never gazed at them for hours
I date another guy and sip coffees
But none tastes good now
None tastes so good

I sit in his room and feel the ambience which never existed thereafter
I sit on the other side of the table and have a little confab
I smile pretty and kiss some other lips
But none feels good now
None feels so good

I eat ice-cream alone guess it was meant to be a loner’s feast
I write a few more verses and hope that he reads them someday
I touch and caress hands of some newfangled person
But none feels good now
None feels so good

I can almost laugh at whatever I am writing
May be my ego won’t ever let me shed tears for my love
(This ambiguity is a painful indulgence)
And I’ll remain a strong young lady ready to slam boys with abuses
May be I’ll break up tomorrow and pretend to drink
Date someone else and kiss and realize
It doesn’t feels so good
And I’ll mend the realization by caressing some new fingers and realize
It doesn’t feels so good
And I’ll sip another coffee somewhere with someone and realize
It doesn’t feels so good
It doesn’t feels so good
And I won’t rush for a date with a hurt foot because of a morning accident
Or go frenzy over knowing someone’s birthday date
Know his whereabouts or browse his profile to know him better
Be concerned enough to cook good potatoes
Or burn nightoil thinking about a novel’s story with the slightest persuasion
Or compose and sing a painful Hindi poetise
Wait without a frown patiently even after number of unanswered calls or messages
Or run on a single call and ruin my scant attendance
Or try to save someone’s repute and not burst with my little romantic saga
Or frantically search for the best romantic tracks to make some CD
Or exchange glances without showing my invisible frown…
Or visit him regularly like a stranger absorbed in some unproductive english lectures

I won’t
Just won’t
I just won’t for none
Coz none felt so good
None felt so good

Too good to be true
Coz none were you…..
Did I say I loved you…

SAYONARA

Dream a fictive fool's paradise

Ward off the bête noire

Sleep or the heebie-jeebies will make your little mind sick

Run on your fragile quivering legs

Stay mum, quiescence is the sole option

Ideate a quicksilver imagery

Escape from this conundrum
Pardon yourself of being too naive
Digest the faux ring, there is no bondage

Dream another fool’s paradise
Where I am an alien
And you too

Sayonara

SINNER

Sin is to leave him
Sin is to break him
Sin is to leave his eyes bleeding
Sin is to dissect his heart
Sin is to gift him a psychological disorder
Sin is to mock his sex fantasies
Sin is to make him my slave
Sin is to mock his sex fantasies
Mock his sex fantasies
Mock his sex fantasies
Sex fantasies
Sex fantasies
Sex fantasies
Fantasies...

I am a sinner
Ataraxis......
Sin

RED

A gorgeous bed

A rosy fragrance

I welcome a fucker with my piercing nails painted red

I kiss a fucker with my juicy lips coloured red

A sonsie me

A libidinous you

The night wraps a fucker on a bedsheet stained red

A virgin me
A fucker you
I leave the room with a dead body bleeding red
An alive me
A dead you
I laugh on a fucker with an animal shimmering red
A pleasurable night
A murder by a bride
So sorry that you died with an urge to make my organs red
I love the colour when you are dead
It’s so fucking red
So fucking red!

FUCK

The first kiss couldn’t be hornier

The first fuck couldn’t be sorer

To squirt the lousy role played

The first fuck couldn’t be ickier

To gouge out the love


The love
The love

The lust
The lust
The lust
The lust

The play
The play

The play couldn’t be fairer
Couldn’t be fairer

Lest the promise was a promise
The promise couldn’t be truer
Couldn’t be truer

Lest it was true
It was a fuck
A beautiful fuck

SOUVENIR

Treachery isn’t new to me

Yet in my dreams thy soul flee

I don’t pardon lese majesty

Yet I reciprocated thorns with a smile

I stepped the Jacob’s ladder to arrive at the bleeding island

Yet I drowned in the syrupy poison

I knew I was dying
I could see the ripples
I knew the wavelet was dissolving me
But I submersed to sleep in thy love
Lest he ordered sharks to tear my flesh
I felt the jolt ...
He raised a toast to my demolition
Love never existed!

LAST SCOTCH

It's a cerebrum tumefaction
Caught under the evil's eye, accused by a thoughtless action
Teardrops sloshing in her scotch
Hiatus of grey matter celebrated with alcohol abuse on rayless nights

Quiescent room diffused with teeheeing of a hex
Hearing pandemonium in the smoky air
Spirits murmur appearance of afterlife

Insects creep advancing towards the prey of hoodoo & voodoo
She talks eye-to-eye with the fatal nemesis
Drinks the potion amalgamated with her red eye droplets
Philter of sundry hearts dissolves in her nerves

She pours scotch in another glass, welcoming the sorceress
Her street echoes with the barking of dogs
Via her window she-devil flies next to her
Sitting around hellfire two sirens sip the mortal scotch

The room condenses wierdly with the scorching heat
Parasites crawl on the body of the prey of hoodoo & voodoo
Sucking her spell-bounding body, transforming her into another enchantress
The bitch of earth becomes witch of hell
The ladies, the beauts dance around her dead body
The wraith looks at her terrifying corpse

New demon and old demon chortle, disappear whilst she savours the final drop of her last scotch

DEATH IS ME

Black is the word

Smoky is the state

Struggle is the element

Metamorphosis - The demand



Misty is the vision

Briery is the path

Contrite is the plight

Dissension - The ailment


Sleep is the aid
Naught is the wordage
Silence is the sound
Dissociative - The identity

Affliction is the circumstance
Smile is the endeavour
Collapse is the consequence
Death is me

ASPHYXIA

I write all throughout the night
None can see my scars
None can see the suppressed pain
None can feel
Those spines cutting my heel

I listen all throughout the night
None can hear those shrieks
None can respond to the notes I leave
Each day I curve my lips with a great heave

Blood dripping from the ceiling soaks my frame
All throughout those nights I feel tamed
None can liberate me
None can stop me from dwelling in a suffocating lee

RITUAL KILLING

Beneath that smile can’t you hear my scream?

Can’t you see the scathe?


The purity of your philia

The so called love mania

The scabies is growing into a filthy pulp


The rot the guff
They walk hand in hand just to whack my head
The silence is growing into a huff

Do you want me to meek your animal?
Should I do the chopping act on my own or a slasher should do the honours?
Can you see the expiry omens?
Are you ready for this ritual killing?
DO I STILL LOOK INNOCENT...... ????

DREAM CAGE

A woolgather
Our nest
My sketches
And a feather

Dim light
All through the night

A little song
My diary
And my thong

My words find new meanings
Two souls find a healing

A pen
Yet another empty page..
My aroha cooped in a cage
Dream cage

COMMITTED

Frankie wasn’t caring
It was just a subterfuge

He didn’t love

He hugged because he was wearing a new perfume

It wasn’t love at first sight

He had forgotten to wear his lenses

Ignorance was certainly not bliss When he came across her bankruptcy

She didn’t seem juicy, because he was allergic to juices thereafter

Doctor had warned him to stay at home; while she waited on the corner of the street

The bottle was local; his booze didn’t gave him heat
How could he come out that afternoon when it snowed?
When she shuddered from cold in her cotton frock
When she brought him a rose bought from her savings
When she waited on the corner of that street
When she died on the corner of the street
How could he come out that afternoon when it snowed?
His booze didn’t gave him heat

Soulful Sleep

Yesterday I came tired from my college and slept in my mother’s lap. I dreamt about my childhood. I saw my old home and that room and my little red frilly frock which Mum was sewing for her teensy-weensy daughter. Fading voice of my dad calling me puttu (abbreviated from puttar which means son/daughter in Punjabi) asking me to grab the ball lying on those stairs..
I woke up smiling and saw my mother sewing a red hankerchief for me; as if my dream and my reality were running parallel. The sleep was soulful...
Some moments stir love for someone. This someone was my first love. After all an infant’s eye-contact with her mother is the best example of love at first sight.

FAITHLESS

The diamond ring that sits on X's finger
Captures the essence of his marriage
The golden evidence that his bachelorhood has ceased to exist

The sheet that becomes rumpled towards the dawn
A testimony to his love

The gaudy attires fancify his better half
A two spoon dinner at fancy eateries
A testimony to his love

His prurient nights
With her

And her
And her

But they are married
Happily married

The diamond ring that sits on X's finger
The golden evidence that his bachelorhood has ceased to exist

BETRAYAL

He got a taste of her sumptuous curves
Abandoned her in the love bubble
Like a cherry is thrown out of martini after licking
Like a bed sheet is changed after getting a comfort sleep
His libidinous orgies…

Guess he considered her a hustler
And he feels his coquetry is forgotten
And he feels his avoidance is comprehended as ignorance
And he feels she is peaceful during their tittle-tattle

She didn’t lack sincerity
It was none of bootlicking
She still loves him and kisses him during her sleep
Unless the crush is crushed
Again!

BATTLE

I don’t want to write as I am afraid my anger will burn the paper
I am afraid that I may acquaint you with some newfangled nicknames…..abuses...
I don’t want to meet as I am afraid that I may bruise you
Or spit on your face that you got massaged
I don’t want to call as I may say something that may give you shivers
Something unsaid that has almost eaten me
I don’t want to make you cry; I am worried my darling may have to consult a psychiatrist

But

Guess what?

I do want all that

GUILT TRIP

So I lie again to get rid of the remnants
Trade my truth to the silent judge
The sage who controls the presage
To repair my placidity
To restore my serenity
I pour down the actuality
I pack his bones to go on a guilt trip
Lay my boat to float in the red glop
Do I look beautiful?
Yes I do
Do I look glamorous?
Yes I do...
Accessorized in a carcass
I do look beautiful and glamorous
A carcass formed by my brutality
Spirituality!
A spiritual slaying that bought me a life
My life
Glam life
Dipped in a spongy red cake of his heart
I lead this life happily

Yahan ehsaas hai alfaaz nahi
Wahan alfaaz hain ehsaas nahi

Kyu yu hi keh dia
Bas yu hi...

K paanaah di hai aapke dil ne
K un jhuto mein jo yakeen dilate hain k aap kareeb hain
Aap azeez hain
Ek sach bhi tha

Kahi kabhi kisine kuch farmaaya tha
Ye bataane k liye ki un duriyo mein bhi koi nazdeek tha

Fir zindagi ne yaad dilaya hai k yaha sab kuch banavat hai
Ehsaas banavat hai
Andaaz banavat hai
Rishte..
Vo muskuraate chehre
Un aankho ki chamak
Bas banavat hai

OMEN

Slip T
Falling trinket
Cutaneous senses
Entangled twosome
A twist
A roll . .

Hands clutched
An embrace
Fuming bosom

His neck adornments and her trinkets


Falling trinket..


Wonder the king, queen, castle and insects

Slip T
Fuming bosom
Slip T

Slipping fear
Am I the queen…?

YEN

To you it’s a call
To me it’s a knock on a cracking grave
You are my extra-ordinary
I am your ordinary
I float from my miniature capsule
Just to see you afloat with her...
A bonny bin
Am I ?
Or my crust seems too accessible to dig a burrow?
A rat burrow
Hid in the dark
Why can’t you abide herein?

And lay wet


Can you just once...

Once for this lifetime

Marry me...

CRAZED

I have shopped for the brassiere
My silver straps glisten in the termite rack
The mirror is tired of my frequent hourly gazes
My straightened locks are shimmering
Blown the bucks I earned with lot of toil to fit the frame of my mind

I have showered
Scrubbed to polish my curvaceous carcass
I treat my ears with clapperclawing songs
Together we sing about the dirty neck and horny Sam

My psychosis gets caught
She founds me kissing the air
I love him but the bitchy warden is a bitch
It’s none of a neurotic disorder
Hey please tell them we are mad in love
And you came to meet me...
Please don’t drag me into those compressing walls
They smother my little nose
Why do you sit silent as I cry for my freedom?
I hate you all fuckers
Don’t trap me in the lunatic asylum

Let me clasp your hand
Let me follow you everywhere
Could I be your shadow?
Let me see the place from where you come
Please stay here
Don’t leave as I open my eyes

Let me erase the tombstone

I miss you

VO NAHI HAI TU

Yu barf sa hua hai tu
Kuch alag sa hua hai tu
Kuch chupaye hue firta hai aaj kal
Kuch talaashti hain tri nazrein
Nishabd sa hua hai tu

Jhurriya pad rahi hai tere laal chehre pe
Sun sa hua hai tu
Kampti hai teri kaya
Murjha gayi hai vo hasi
Thaka sa hua hai tu

Niras sa hai
Sukha sa hai

Vo nahi hai tu
Vo nahi hai tu

REARMOST WISH

I like the colour of your shirt
I like the buttons too

But opened

I like the shirt
But in my hands

I like the way you hold that glass


But you would have looked better had it been my hand
Or my face
Or imaginative something

You drive fine
How about getting driven?
Your photograph is fetching
But someone would have complemented the dull background

A dull and dying beloved

I swear not to sleep this ugly night
And all those ugly nights
Wherein I cover myself between the sheets
Strive to dream the lusted reality
Forsaking elements of naïve realism
Loosen my head in the vanilla pillow
Conjugating the lilliputian psyche with the gigantic wool-gather
Elevating my standards from the miniature room where I dwell to a mansion that’s a source of envy
Killing the cockroach creeping on the floor by a dolphin in my pool
Flying above lofty valleys whilst I rub my skin because of that mosquito bite
The foul-smelling nights
I abhor those nights as they swell my skin because of that itch
The tangible aspirations are mutilated
So I live another sleepless night to a dawn and another night and another dawn

Sar jhuka hai tere pyar ke saamne

Sar jhuka hai tere pyar ke saamne

Baitha hai ye banda tera haath thaamne

Tu pukaara to ye badal bhi ro pade

Itna pyar hai mujhse ki khudai bhi kya kare

Vo bhi sunaati hai wahan ki daasatan

Bahut taakat hai tere pyar mein aaj liya humne maan

Ye kaisa junnon tere ander aa gaya hai?
Ye kaisa gareeb tujhko bha gaya hai
Hum mein to koi aisi baat na thi
Kuch bolne ki bhi jaach na thi
Itni mohabbat kaise kar lete ho humse
Rote kyu ho na milne ke gum se
Kaise is pathar ki ankho mein ansu le aate ho
Kaise kabhi kabhi itna tadpaate ho…

Bahot chote se paate hain hum khud ko tumhaare aage
Kahan se le aate ho itne pakke pyar ke dhaage
Humein bhi sikha do kaise hota hai itna pyar
Bina kuch maange kaise karte hain intezaar
Didaar ke liye kyu ro ro ke aankhein hoti hain laal
Kudrat se kaise dua maangte ho ki uspe nazrein daal
Kaise jod lete ho itni dur se gehra rishta
Siwaaye humaare tumhein aur kuch kaise nahi dikhta

Itni sachi mohabbat.....kahan se aati hai itni deewangi
Kuch chaha bhi na humse kaisi hai ye saadgi
Us chehre pe itni udaasi
Milne ke liye ruh hai pyaasi
Bas ik jhalak ke liye ankhein kyu tarsein
Tum wahan rote ho aur idhar baadal barsein
Ye kaisa tufaan dod raha hai khun ke har ik katre mein
Itna pyar kaise aata hai is gareeb pe
Maan gaye hum moohabbat ho to aisi

Jisse itna pyar kia usse hi bichad gaye, kismat bhi hai kaisi….


Is tadap ko yuhi jalaaye rakhna
Chahe na milein aaj hum par raah zarur takna

KHAMOSHI

Khamoshi mein uthti hai ik aas
Tujhe chune ki ik pyaas

Sheher ke shor mein chahti hu viranapan
Jahan sama jaaye tere saath bitaya hua har ik pal
Ik gehre sannate ki khoj mein rehti hu gum
Jahan sun saku teri dhadkano ki dabi dhun

Reh reh ke uthta hai kuch ander hi ander
Jaise fir tham k uthi hain lehrein aur samunder
Tere saath ik khushbu si mehsus karti hu
Jo jakad leti hai sar se pao tak ki dhun
Sab kuch tham jaata hai us ik pal mein
Jab main daalti hu nazrein teri nazro ki gehhrai mein

Vo pal kitaab ke un panno jaise lagte hain
Jo hawao ke rukh se khulkar chehre ke saamne aa jate hain

Na jaane kyu tujhpe bharosa karne ko jee chahta hai
Tere saath waqt guzaarne ki tamanna rakhta hai
Tujhse baat karne ko tadapti hu har kahi
Aur jab baat ho kuch sujhta hi nahi

Aaj hum fir baithe hain ik tanha jageh par
Tum bhi khamosh ho aur main bhi khamosh hu magar
Jo bhi dil mein hai tum keh do mujhse
Warna ye kissa bhi ban jayega un tute rishto ke hisse

IT WAS TWO

I was but a foetus, an offspring through erotic love
Love of two
It was two

Gradually it was one
Mother, beautiful mother
And my apprehension shook a change

It was two
Mother and father

Denial of finger-licking ice-lollies made me apprehend one
A few chocolates that could decay my teeny-weeny teeth
A slap on the face of an obstinate girl-child may also be included

But it was two
It wasn’t just the erotica
But, parenthood.

LAMINATION

It was just a part of stargazing
The harebrained ideas
Seldom believed or even recognized
Maven in my universe
Wasn’t spelled correct
Alien maven and the meteors that collapsed onto the laminated planet
Of the hands that never shook to laud
Of the eyes that blinded to read
Of the verses that went unheard
Pouring forth upon the flimsy lamination

A beautiful morning squared up for the times I strove
The glisten of the trophy
I kiss the cherished possession
The only epitome of my hoarded wealth
Squirreled away to remind when I was quiesced to give birth to the lamination
My treasure burnt the frames to fatal smoke

But I survived and the lamination is no more

WAXED

She was sultry
Stewed desires
Wore her heart on her sleeve
That was torn

Ignited

Grapevine says two fucked her
They still follow her
The transformed animals

The rumoured pets
Insidious fact being they guard
Salivating to her wingless body
The once embellishments...
Now bedecking the cage

She’s waxed
Never again would she blink

MIRAGE

Deserting the rains I am residing in a desert
I’ve heard deserts have mirages, illusions

But I’ve also heard morning dreams come true…

I am not craving
I am not depressed
I am not yearning

And yes
This had to be a lie

I said I like you
Nothing’s hidden
I am just falling in the trap
Even though I know it’s a mirage
And the terminus will open my eyes
To the known unwelcome reality

You shouldn’t have tagged me - - - - - -
Shouldn’t have caressed my bare heart with that mushy balm
Shouldn’t have initiated that kiss

The yet to be discovered kiss

Shouldn’t have highlighted the plastic phrases
Guess what... The plastic just choked my throat

But yes I am going to dial it again
Like I did before
And like you did...

I am the same

Don’t know about you…

And I will reside in this desert
Enticed by the mirage
And the terminus will open my eyes
To the known unwelcome reality

But I’ve also heard morning dreams come true

E-SCREWED

And there he buzzes on chat
Wishes to see my smile forever
Another comes up with a hi..
One on pause and the other on the verge of bye
Windows blink with different types of buzzes
Though all have something common to say
They say I love you
They propose to make me their girlfriend or meet at a milieu
Managing to write in my optimum pace
Someone else’s message goes somewhere else
He comes forth with did you said……….
I convince you misunderstood, wrongly read…
The other's prolonged waiting time breaks his patience; there comes the expected question - Busy?
I say yeah, a friend just arrived with an essential frown
Hardly finished with one, making someone down
Things go out of control; I try to focus on the song on my headphones
My feet tapping to the zing alongside the love hodgepodge
I get screwed up as usual as regards who is the one
Where did I went wrong, with whom injustice is being done?
Is it me or the troop of boys with heartaches of different sorts?
Besieged with marriage fantasies, I become vulnerable again
I bang my head as the confabs again turned into more than a friend thing
I sign out without informing anyone; hit my bed and dream of Salman on my wings

YOU

You are the agenda of my converse
The cause of my laughing depression
The glacier between my inner sources
The frown following my white smile
The shabby place wherein I reside

A passé accessory

A varicoloured painting absorbing all light
Praxis of my spiritless words

Are you a pipe dream?
Mere pipe dream

***ADAM - YOU *** EVE - ME***

This is my amatory laboratory
An artless au naturel temptress
Did I say artless??
Yes…..

A burly au naturel lewd lad
Ambuscades on me
Holds me too close in a heated lascivious clasp

My two reds feed my red-blooded libido in the greens
Amidst the white valleys or beside the stupendous azure seas
On the loftiest golden snow
Or on the bed of gentle pink tulips
Underneath his pink organ
Buzzing the sensual nights on the lonely planet
Revelling in picturesque zones
My juju gets broken with his fervour
To liberate my shy trammels
To kiss my appetence in some natural cache again
I engorge upon the juicy love
And fall in love with you again
I fall in love each day
My life’s beauteous
My life’s rapturous

My life’s but a dream…

I take birth and open my eyes just to see you
And you take birth just to see me
The earth orb belongs just to us
We live
Grow
See those juvenile cheeks cracking into wrinkles
I die and close my eyes as I don’t want to see without you
You die and close your eyes as you don’t want to see without me
Here...
Adam’s you
Eve’s me

My life’s but a dream…

MAY BE ....... I FEAR

May be
One day my songs will dissolve
My poems won’t seem that intense
My words would just be words
Words..
Heard - fading out - forgotten
May be…

May be
That music won’t feel too romantic
Plain like the radio jockey shows blabbering on your player
The player..which played those CDs that I wrote
One CD may find a grayish cast of dust
Some day
Somewhere
Pulverous..scratched .. under your bed with a few ants
The other may be cracked in some cupboard
Or under the mat of your ride
Your ride...
The blackie
Hope you remember its name…
Oh that name and my rhymes
When we went on a ride
The virtual ride…
The verbal ride
That could have been the most beautiful journey ever…

May be
You visit those places again
And sip coffee with chocolate ecstasy
The creamy chocolate ecstasy
The hot and cold ecstasy
You know why it was hot or cold or creamy?
Hope you do…

May be..


May be
My poem is a shit
And there would be nothing like this
It would be just the director and the writer

The prince and the princess

In that castle
The castle…
Hope you remember….

May be…

I had these fears in my mind when I missed you
Whilst hearing those songs
Bubble like thoughts popped in
And the biggest bubble was the shortest lived
When my fears left me anguished

CAPRICIOUS ME

I‘ve been deceitful

Shot our little bubble of dreams..

Made a world
Shattered it
Escaped with a smirk


I’ve been vicious

Inveigled the élan vital in many you(s)

Evinced the cute charms of a teeny-weeny girl

Gave you a jolt with my whimsical ways
Transcended my demeanour to the farthest lines


It wasn’t a change but another me

A colour unseen..

And there are colours furthermore...

I may propose a camaraderie
I may propose a new tie-in
It may be foes or I may colour our bond archetypically black..


Likewise, I am capricious
I can’t help it
This is me

HER REPRISAL

Feed my abhorrence with your tears
Sodden your honey in the deific red rain ..
Transude the appetence and lustrate my pulchritude
Manifest your passion and dance to your death

Soon you will be quietus forever..

My famished eagle is yearning for your ambrosial flesh
Perform your last show my rockstar
Partake in this reprisal and deliver your best

Its time to live up to the solemn word


You never cerebrated before vilifying your baby

Never cogitated before raping the cuddled doll

Unheard your conscience while demonstrating the beastly itch

Never pondered before chopping her fragrant hair

Pulped the bone-dry bosoms with your reeking teeth


Don’t indulge in any misapprehension
It’s a femme fatale and not that culpable doll tonight

Banquet the visitor and serve yourself
Feed my abhorrence with you...

RS. 10000

The piano created an aria


The majestic euphony …


A creation of his hands



His tender fingers


Ticklish fingers

Pink fingers…

Strawberry fingers…..

Juicy fingers


They played …



Come-hither music



Enticed


I stepped in..


Maneuvred my way into the room


He didn’t realize..


He just managed some audience for his performance

Me

And

Two more wraiths..


Floating ….


Samuel sat on the piano

Watching him and smoking his cigar

Bewitched..

Magnetized by the dulcet…


But


Nothing should have disturbed him

I asked him to stop smoking !


And Lawna . .


Postured on the fan with her platter of flesh and blood


That dropped on the floor


Disturbing the peace


The melody in the air



And his flow

The keys on the piano


Paused


He looked around


Closed his eyes


Breathed deep


And proceeded


“Lawna please take Mr. Samuel!

Let me be the enchantress tonight...”


And the night belonged to me

Only me..

And him…

And us……


I knocked the door

Dressed in a pellucid white gown...

“I was just passing by..
I couldn’t stop myself from being magnetized by your music
You play beautifully”


“And you are beautiful…”


He said


He sang to me-You look wonderful tonight…


And proceeded with his erotic touch…….


The salacious romance on the piano was my idea of the most consummate amour….


Gratified my prurience……

Some keys of piano got pressed while he pressed my skin

Made music

The most beautiful piece of music


…………………


I couldn’t believe my eyes as I read these lines on the faded piano
I shivered
I just read a tale of a wraith…

I made my way back home

But

I won

The bet
It was worth Rs. 10000

GRAVEYARD BECOMES MY DESTINATION

Underneath the paws of the hellcat


Battling for an escape..


Denying from my funeral


Aghast at the celestial fire...


Calling for some mercy


Scampering from the coming mummies



Stumbling in my black coffin....



Hearing the cellestial verdict


Tormented of my compensation..


Graveyard becomes my destination.....

A DUD

So you feel I am ok?
So you assume I have recovered?
So you feel I have escaped?
My laughter seems it all?

You change the question and crack a little joke
The gag humours me you think?
Your drollery must curve my lips you believe?
Those lineaments of your smile are ducky you estimate?

I dress pretty good with a poster smile and a sparkle in the eye..
So you feel I am all fine?
I have gained my tranquil the squirming has simmered down?
I have professed . . it was actually pleasing?

So you evince courtesy and amiability
And expect me to reciprocate?
I should omit that netherworld you made me dwell?
And be gracious enough to talk?
I should nullify those words . . . the muck in your mind?
And pardon you like a mother?
Forget your slip-ups painted inside?
And indulge in a praiseworthy epilogue?
Your tittering sounds like a hee-haw
You want me to snort with you?
You couldn’t have expected a trifle
But ..
If you do suppose so
You are a numskull, a poser, a trickier, a skunk, a humbug, a gypper

A dud

I spatter on your mouth
I wham that guitar right away
I demolish your existence
I crucify you to see your body bleed
Because..

You are a numskull, a poser, a trickier, a skunk, a humbug, a gypper

A dud