A woman is better placed.

In coitus,

Release of tension is need of man

And build of tension is, of woman

To get rid of it is stronger than to get.

A widow is less a sufferer.

So is nun but not a monk.

14.03.2003

Dias is sanction of darshan.

That majesty, that mango skin,
That ripeness, that grace in pose,
And that skill in vocal card
Eclipsed her age, and shaded
The spinster violinist,
Sitting beside her on the stage.
I enjoyed singer’s vision more
Than the fusion of music.
Other than a concert,
Where would you get a chance
To devour a woman blatantly,
So long a time and so at ease?
07.03.2003

Beauty at scrutiny

Beauty is born of novelty
And dies of banality
Beauty is born of rarity
And dies of disuse.
Beauty is born of formidability
And dies off familiarity.
Beauty is born of forbidden ness
And dies of togetherness.
Beauty is born in conquest
And dies of another conquest.
In net, beauty is born in one’s arrival
And dies in one’s overstaying.
A thing of a fresh one is a joy for ever.
03.03.2003

Why do I love you?

Why do I love you?
Not for what you are,
Not for what I am
When I am with you
But what I am
When you are not with me.
You are a one in the world
But to me you are the world.
16.02.2003

Time and space

Once you are up on a woman,
Her skin and chin are not inimical.
Your age and wage are too to her.
Time and space engulf the disparities.
09.02.2003

The nearness

Closer a man and a woman become,
Their features gain acceptability.
The nearness airs the burning desire.
09.02.2003

Show the metal

A women on bed must writhe, twist,
And in the process at the end must swoon.
Then you will have proven you’re a Unicorn.
What clay you are made of is of no concern
07.02.2003

Minus into minus

The chambermaid, as usual, made ready
The bedroom for her mistress and master
When the master’s eyes fell upon her shoulders,
That the mistress took note of the least.

Without any fuss, saw the mistress
The master lay his hand upon the shoulder
Of the maid. No rage, no jealousy.
She, the straying, rather felt relieved.
07.02.2003

Anita, read Laili

Majnun wrote Laili a love letter,
That ran to several pages,
That contained only one word Laili.
Were it only Laili? More than that,
That she knew, his passion and love.
I wrote you several verses,
That ran for several months and years.
They had passion, love, anguish, agony,
Pang, pining, adulation, and slavery.
For Laili, one word had been enough.
For you, were not they enough?
07.01.2003

No thirst is quenched for ever.

Eyes of man and woman put in
Connection the soul with the soul
Whilst saliva from lips to lips hastens the
Message, from pin to plug,
Embraces tightening the bodies to
Squeeze the sap, from stream to sea.
Unlocked, both return from the Heaven,
With the thirst for the next thrust.
30.01.2003

A love of two sexes.

A man and a woman were in love
In spirit, by mind and with soul.
Now she is gone off the earth.
Her presence had soothed his soul.
The remembrance of her burnt his sap.
Her vision gave light to his eyes.
Her absence torched his eyes.
The world was nothing to them.
Were they in turn to the world?
No roads could reach them.
No eyes could catch them either.
They whispered in each other’s ears,
Perspired in the exchanges of glances.
Now she is dead and put on fire.
The flame left her alive, him dead.
A true story of the two
Who were not married to each other.
08.01.2003

Oneness is the specialty

She is far away, shut in;

Here away am I, kept in.

Thinking and thinking of her,

All the time thinking of her,
The think, the thinking out of her,
Grew to being the very her.
I feel she is no more off me.
In oneness there is no two-ness.
In lovers’ fortress
There is no double bedded room
Where only oneness has room.
08.01.2003

Earth loves revolving

You must not lie, my dear love.
Even if, you are still my love.
You must not belie, my dear love.
Even if, you are still my love.
You must have rejected me the very first,
And when not, you have no reasons to by pass.
I revolve you as you attract me
And in revolving so I find solace.
07.01.2003

Love dies, sucked of air.

I hired a cunning poet
To pen her beauty and glory.
Not a verse but echoed her gaiety,
I began my Tale of Love
So subtly and so intriguingly;
That she grew helpless to ward off
Those words penned in sequence
And thrust to her in all reverence.
Her desire was set aflame.
Some dragons threw some water
And the boiling heart had frozen.
The milching cow turned barren.
No illicit love has enough air to burn.
07.01.2003

Woman is clever as man is fool.

Love is a pool
Where, who so falls never rises.
Love is wine
Which, who so drinks never sees.
Clothe a woman, ornament her,
Bathe her in perfumes,
Inflate her wallet,
Offer her everything of yours,
And one little twist of temper,
Alas, she who has lain years on the bosom
Forgets in no time and throws you out,
Turning for the best in wait.
Yet the wounded dog relishes the licks.
07.01.2003

Beauty in crescendo

Romantic, when being a girl,
Vivacious, when being a spinster,
Alluring, when having married,
Serene, when carrying,
Self confident, when in lactation,
Arresting, as a young mother,
Assuring, as a mother of teens,
Soulful, as a young grandmother
A woman will pose to men folks.
06.01.2003

Deduction of the causes

Why does a woman adulterate?
The hunger? Rare.
The poverty? No possibility.
The proximity? No guarantee.
The boredom? Seldom at all.
Being estranged? Rarely has revenged.
The neglect? Sometimes perfect
Being insecure? Not sure.
Over lust? Might be a bit.
The curiosity? No certainty.
There are ten causes to push her to adultery.
Without them also she adulterates.
06.01.2003

A forceful entry is a surgery

Enough waiting! How long unyielding?

Today is the Saturday forenoon.

But for you, empty is your castle.

Your king is away in the court

And the subjects are out in workshop.

The mother queen is on pilgrimage.

Let me burst open the door and the seal.

Let this be a day not to miss and to regret.

02.01.2003

The missed yet cherished.

You dawned as a mysterious goddess
In the late afternoon of my life.
A goddess of all the goddesses,
You warmed my blood and veins,
And charged my body and bone.
You are with in the fortress, now shut;
My ambition was your throne, not inert;
Your podium was my goal, being missed.
02.01.2003

Then even death is worth.

Let me come now to your fortress,
Having blinded your inmates.
Let me encounter you at your door,
And take you by arm to your room
Where let me strip you of your shyness
Along with your blouse and skirt
Against all your seemly protests.
Let me rove your tiny breasts,
Narrow thighs, compressed groin
And pubes to be followed by tongue.
My claws on the imprisoned breasts,
My legs a pillory to lock your legs,
Let me toss you up and down to heaven.
Let me seal your thirst of lust
And put me to rest of quenched lust.
Of consequences is even death.
02.01.2003

How bold you are, Beena!

A woman’s nature is not to advance,
Let alone any initiative.
Absence of rejection from the modest
Is the sign of her consent.
Absence of resentment from the forbidden
Is the sign of concession.
A formidable and a forbidden queen,
You have rejected not, nor resented,
Rather liked, lustfully liked,
And stopped not liking
Even when I had left you for ever,
And further more, took efforts
To reach me afar over phone
To tell me and hear me on the New Year.
A banished Duke in exile,
I am back to wheel, as the Cupid.
01.01.2003

Whims and fancy of woman




He followed; I evaded; I alluded.

I avoided not; I escaped not either

I saw myself vanish not beyond.

I hid myself not far behind.

I love I must be aimed at.

I love I must be safe and secure.





He is lethargic; he is coward; he is timid.

Had he plucked me in a swing

Could I’ve rejected him or betrayed him?

Couldn’t he know how brave

I shall be when I am alone?

Elusive women are not rejecting women,

Let him know, a lazy bull.


01.01.2003