Woman’s care is your food

Take care for your looks and talks

When you are with women folk.

You can feel their warmth and care.

It will take care of your youth,

27.02.2002, Pakd

Happy moments

Whenever there is privacy

You are liberal with your instincts.

When it is coupled with secrecy

You are double liberal with it

There lies your soul’s intimacy,

Which gives you a sense of ecstasy.

01.03.2002, Pakd

Sex is not hunger oriented.

With the same partner,

Even monthly is loathsome and tiresome.

With the change of partner.

Even daily is welcome with orgasm.

Sex hunger is for taste, not for food.

05.03.2002, Pakd

Libido finds other ways.

Libido has many exits

Other than natural coitus.

Masturbation serves the best.

Visual media is the widest.

Any queen or prince could be brought

Into the screen in front while you do.

Monogamy is thus fought.

05.03.2002, Pakd

Love is irremovable.

Dear Nita, I love you hand in glove,
I am, for you, head over heals in love.
No one must have fallen, with you, in love,
No one but me, you must love, I resolve.

Fearness eludes our proximity.
Family bond prevents our unity.
You are too shy to take chance, if any.
The mirage of love is my vanity.

How someone-else can or may love you, given
That I alone can or must love you any more?
None else do I love; none else should you, driven
By this fallacy, I run after you.

Your features were not the cause of my love.
You were not alone under the roof to choose from.
Yet I love you; it’s irrevocable,Irreversible.
The inaccessibility of you did it all.

In my love for you, there’s no otherness.
I disbelieve any such otherness
‘Cause love refuses to admit otherness.
So, my love can head towards emptiness.
05.03.2002, Pakd

Be a cheat, dear.

Is your refusal to see me from

My perusal to see you?

Is your refusal to requite love

My perusal to repeat?

Is not the unfurling petals for

The untiring beetles?

For your momentary pleasure?

For one more to your portfolio?

I like you to be a cheat

As by that you’ll be upbeat.

06.03.2002, Pakd

Man cannot hate women

Women are beautiful even in anger

As though it is pseudo anger.

Women fail to provoke men by anger.

They need fight men no longer.

06.03.2002, Pakd

Widower is hopeless

A widow is the pod shed seed.

A widower is the seed spilled pod.

Seed can remain; pod disintegrates.

A widower is the most unfortunate.

07.03.2002, Pakd

Love, a wonder word

Love- the most wonderful word

One can find in the dictionary.

It is really so when it is sexual.

With no need of petrol, it runs.

07.03.2002, pakd

Ensure allowance

Some one played to her Violin,

Some, Key Board and some, drums.

Each one she liked to her heart.

Her spouse thinks she likes his song alone.

He wants her to listen to him alone

Faith leads to smooth sail.

07.03.2002, Pakd

The femme fatale

Had not that thin locks been yours,

Had not that queer lips been yours,

Had not that cashew apple chest been yours,

Those could not at all have been seductive.

To me, only you are femme fatale.

09.03.2002, Pakd

Give allowance

Which door will open,

I can know,

Only when I knock on it.

Lest it should happen

That you hadn’t open

Because I didn’t knock,

I had to knock.

Dear, if you are sullen

Shut me out

For my graceful exit.

Betray me not

For disgraceful spit

12.03.2002, Karaikudi

Tallness is the beauty

Knot your hairs up,

Baring the nape,

Use vertical mark

Or tiny dot

On your forehead,

Wear wide neck blouse

With elbow sleeves,

Put on hanging stud

And let the hip and navel

Be shown

So that you look taller.

Tallness is the beauty.

12.03.2002, Karaikudi

The sought is not what is got

Birds seek trees for their fruits

But end up with perking for its shade.

Man seeks spouse for her flesh

But rests contending with her shade

23.03.2002, Pakd

Receiving means repaying

Love of a woman

Is not demandable

It has to spring.

You can pursue

Till you succeed.

Her rejection will die

And tolerance will grow;

It is the sign of her love.

It itself is the sign

Of reciprocation.

19.03.2002, Pakd

Woman loses in monotony

In a sexual act,

Man derives pleasure

In deriving it from woman,

Who finds it in responding.

When monotony sets in,

He wants her to take his part,

Ignoring her pleasure,

To feel masturbated.

23.03.2002, Pakd

Dance, more than an exercise

Girl, you must learn dance

And practice it,

To feel high in spirit,

To attain grace in moves,

To shed stress, fat and cholesterol,

To trim muscles and bones,

To learn balance,

To grow in agility

And to gain pain reducing effect.

You stay longer young;

You feel youthful;

You are evergreen.

Otherwise, who will long?

23.03.2002, Pakd

Waves give dampness

Love rises and falls like waves.

When it rises you’re upbeat.

When it falls, you are heart struck.

Mind, each wave dampens the shore.

24.03.2002, Pakd

Carrot before rabbit

Carrot gets value in front of a rabbit

And the rabbit wets its tongue, pursuing.

Once bitten, Carrot loses its value.

The distance generates value and saliva

Woman keeping men at an arm length values

24.03.2002, Pakd

Breast’s best time

A woman’s breasts

Are at their best

At her conception stage,

So firm, so juicy,

So in form and so sexy.

25.03.2002, Pakd

The vulgarity of love

Love of the young for the young,

Love of the old for the old,

And that of the old for the young

Might occur as a natural spring,

But the young’s love for the old is cold.

Love of man for woman

And vice versa across the age

Are a natural phenomenon,

Though man is the initiator and loser

25.03.2002, Pakd

Crime is the cause

One is raped,

One is trapped,

One is maneuvered.

Or one is coaxed.

Intention is same

Like the one in robbery,

Theft, stealing and pilferage.

13.04.2002, Palkd

Scrape not sexual art.

When you coin love song,

you relive with your past love.

The one who tunes for it

Too, relives with one’s past love.

Hero and heroine play it,

With sex hidden in flesh,

While the singers recall

Their love in singing it.

Audience turns as heroes and heroines

To relish their past love.

Art with sex is the outlet

For human libido.

Where art thrives there dies sexual assult.

16.04.2002, Pakd

Sexes are not equal

Many cups to sip from,

Many beds to sleep on,

It is accepted.

One cup for many and

One bed for many to use,

It is resented.

A woman bears with a man

Who has other women.

It is not vice versa..

Where’s sex equality?

19.04.2002, Pakd

Love is barren with out memento

Many a script,

Many a gift,

Did I present to you.

You paid me nil.

Acceptance by you,

A forbidden soul,

Itself is the token

Of remittance.

However, I want

From you a memento

To show to others

Your love for me,

Without which

What is love worth?

Give me your fallen hair.

Give me your bitten nail.

Bharata was proud of

Rama’s love by his sandals.

21.04.2002, Pakd

In the epic Ramayana, Bharata brought the sandals of his brother, Rama, to keep them as the ruler of the kingdom in the place of Rama, who, denouncing the throne, went to the exile

love failure

With all freshness after bath

When you go at night to bed

With a man whom you have wed

You are not to know how bad

I crawl pinning in my bed.

21.04.2002, Pakd

The society- incorrigible

Truth: the most respected,

But the least cared for

.

Wealth: the least appreciated,

But the most sought after

.

Brothel: the most condemned

But the vast practiced.

Adultery: the most sinful

But the most eventful.

Do you have any cord

Between your deed and word?

Ego builds up the society;

Instincts disrupt it.

24.04.2002, Pakd

Blue film- a needed media

Blue film: it is handier

Than the red light area.

It serves as direct stimulus

Unlike the yellow magazine.

It is decent unlike the green talk.

The impotent becomes the potent.

The temper-less becomes full of temper.

Blue film is useful only to man.

Half of men population has seen.

Elders out number youngsters.

Unlike men, women aren’t affected.

No stimulation from the blue.

For her the last is sex.

For him the peak is sex.

Only man worries from love failure.

24.04.2002, pakd

Man over expects

A woman aims at men

And select to excite.

Pity, man takes it a sign

And wait for her in vain.

‘Love ended in failure.’

It is the view of man.

‘Love ended for good.’

It is the view of woman

24.04.2002, pakd

Flirt ends in failure

Dear lady,

You know well

That I am after you,

In pursuit of you

And mad of you.

You had no aversion.

You like it,

Love it

And let it continue.

But I want from you

Still more.

Some initiatives.

My love for you

Is to touch you

And get you.

You will not grant

Nor do I abandon.

If I abandon,

The efforts will be waste.

24.04.2002, pakd

Holy dip in love pool

To feel that I might be admired

Put me in moisture.

To feel that it is from you, a woman,

Left me fully wet.

When I confirmed it from hearsay,

It bathed you long.

When you yourself showed it

It immersed me total.

‘I can’t forget you. You’re more than

Any.’ Beena told me over phone

After our sojourn was over.

It sank me in the love pool

I was never awake from.

25.04.2002, pakd

Give her freedom of love

Many a woman you might have courted.

Did you succeed in getting any?

Let many men woo your woman.

No one can succeed in getting her.

Women are interested for company,

The least for sex. Ignore it for harmony.

25.04.2002, pakd

Rivalry only yield fruits.

Plants vie with each other

To give flowers in different colours.

They have to catch eyes of bees.

Bees vie with each other

To imbue force with their breeds.

They have to be early birds.

Flowers are colourful.

Bees are black moors.

A perfect combination.

Woman, mind your face.

Man, mind your force.

25.04.2002, pakd

Fresh waves obliterate the previous.

Kareena kapoor,
How brave you are
To bare your organs!
What a steel you are
To steal my nerves.

Your tallness,
Your fewness,
Your swiftness,
And your toughness
Are my weakness.

All heroines,
Recent and past
Are gone to exile.
‘today’ has taken over ‘yesterday’
‘tomorrow’ will take over ‘today’
25.04.2002, pakd

Woman is the moon.

Woman, I liken you to the moon.

You wax when you tempt.

You wane when you ignore.

One time I am lit.

Another time I am shut.

Who hates a full moon

For she’ll soon turn a  new moon?

25.04.2002, pakd

#Men are paltry fed

All women like men’s talk,

At least in one to one talk.

The bolder ones with them walk.

They blush in incidental touches.

They relish motive touches.

It is the end of it for women

Like pudding after feast.

It is the beginning for men

Like soup ahead of feast.

Men are left starving.

25.04.2002, pakd

Mission of both sex

The mission of a woman

In her passion for sex

Terminates with mere courtship

Like jasmine flowers sans seeding.

Only adjunct is the courtship

To a man, whose mission

Is longing, with a woman, for fusion,

Like a fruit bearing tree.

Love episodes end with flowers.

Woman is fed; man starved.

26.04.2002, pakd