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