that's the only time
the Flower
*****
honey from the Bee...

Only time
we made to feel
Shame is shameless...

women enjoys
in dark
closes her eyes

men has a doubt
a confirmation
enjoy with open eyes

a courier
delivered
deep inside..

the real time
I felt
we......

an investment
multiplies
for expenditure...

The only time
Target
hold the Gun
to fire accurately..

She
made to wait
in the bed
to clad ****..

It's reverse
a kettle thirst was quenched
by
filling Cups...

millions of mine
swimming
to become one..

only instance
firing bring
happiness to the target..

The best part
in ***
when she hold my back
to push...

cave painting
an default apps
for men..

Its a gift in bed
when a woman in true love
she
sees yours as a candy..

an analogy
mobile manufacturer
to add vibrating mode..

a meeting
of two chemicals
a fine reaction
both are transformed
and a baby
handover an appointment letter
to be father and mother..

Seeing the playing
of old gramophone
was so *******
Coz
the feather touch
of the needle
on the disc....
as
like a fore play
on woman's body
the song arises
nothing but
the vibration of senses...

world not understood
a place
why woman scream??

Its not
born out of beauty.
its just an irritation
expressed by men
seeing productive woman..

Long long a ago
In bed
a woman spread her legs
gave birth to a new word
Op-port-unity
here
Op stand for open
port stand for her temple
unity says come in
we will make sensual
grow together..

At the age of sixty
understood
the word ' **** '
means
more about perception
than shape

her beauty
can say beyond words
coz
every time she came close
someone in me
opening the tap….

a beautiful dream about her
say more about my soul
can direct a love story
to keep his home happy..

they said
I fell down
declared
memory loss.
..........
in dream
dark night
a bubble on my lake
jumped in
underneath
a burned log
murmuring..
woke up
a blurred face.
who is she??

when
I was born
something 
slipped out of me...

Is God way
of creating a shadow
to follow us
take note of karma
for future punishment..

She was our old neighbor
everytime
she displayed her masculine
She was nothing
but her father...

ripple
a pebble
a lake
child act

spit
a man
a terrace
bad act

pond
a ditch
a rain
nature act

war
a leader
a wish
devil act

education
a teacher
a cane
noble act

society
a wife
a love
marriage act

*a son
a daughter
happy act

the more
she gave her to him
the more
he abused her
in the name of love..

Teacher
lit my knowledge
Father
lit my skill
Mom
lit my heart beat
Girlfriend
lit my hormones
Enemy
lit my fear
Hero
lit my brave
Daughter
Lit my responsibility..

Sometimes
Life is more confusing
a thought??
Is Monkey
sat before the computer
pressed key randomly
produced
the story of my life..*.

Before moving
out of house
with my friends to
get-together...
trying to hide
some money deep inside
my pocket
S**t
What kind of friend
am I??

In meeting
He told others
I deserve more respect
But telling this
he insulted me even more..

a staring
woman breast
a psychological hunger
a symptom of expression
unquenched.
continues..
even after marriage.

her soul
my wall
whittle
whittle
by the
age..

her love
secrete glue
to use
future HEART break..

her shopping
conform... she was beautiful
bagging number of eyes…

being with her
……………
a desire to
add one more
to population…

In love
I moved towards
her

In dream
I moved away
from her

In reality
she stands at
the same distance.

a date
she was using words
Like
Yeah, hmm, Is it, may be
not sure, you are right,
No way!!
I couldn't hold her
she never came out of her circle
But
made more interesting
It's like a fish escape from
the fisherman...
her grace connecting like
a fish connects
fishermen and ocean..

a
date went for an hour
enjoyed like
a Sun stops in front of you!

her eyes
enjoy looking at herself
than being looked at...

Every time
I gaze her
some door open inside..

Sun touches
the flower
a blossom
a kind of puberty
her eyes
open hormones
nag my heart
stimulated the feeling
of longingness..

her memories
a sign of Dead End
I move backwards..

she was my colleague
celebrating
her birthday in office
though not in good terms
decided to join
every one has costly gift
but I just
carried a small box
contain a poem
wrapped well…
Evening,
the day was over
found my gift box
lying on my car
on wind shield
my heart became heavy
took that box
went home
by accidently opened
found a message
in a small paper
its from her
its says
"Thankyou… very much.
with love."

Her love messages
denied
She was not her words

Her emotions in love
denied
she was not her behaviour

Her tight hugs
denied
she was not her body

Her way of admiring me
denied
she was not her perception

Her memories  of me
denied
she was not her memories

Her definition of true love
denied
She said am just a replacement
till another...

teased me before she left, 
said. "will meet in heaven" 
knowingly very well, am a 
Green card holder of hell.

her character
has reason
that
her reason
cannot be understood.

In school
her first day.
In a minute,
a few hundred hearts
wanted to park in her heart…