A burning desire,more than anything he has known,
often he thinks a name should be given
propels him to explore inner world more and more
he dives down hopefully, yet another time
to the still center of the churning maelstrom ,
finding a diamond,from the dark depths of secrets
is still possible after all these trials and frustrations ,
though every time before, what he retrieved,
in broad day light turned out only to be a smooth pebble,
--each poem tells him to begin all over again, with  renewed vigor

A whisper in your ear,
that stirs you, in your sleep,
like fingers of  a dream, wind I am,
that caresses your high peaks
make you nod your head
in a sweet pleasure, not known before,
moaning softly wanting more and more,
permitting the flirty wind to take liberties,
his fingers wandering down
while you feebly try to stop,
in a half hearted   way.

I am the transparent cloud,
that wraps  your alluring curves
with the Kashmir shawl of fog
when the bleary eyes of lecherous sun,
fall on you and you want to get away
running fast from that humiliating moments.

The spring that oozes and drips,
at those moments of intense urge,
it seeps, flows through mossy brooks,
till it finds it way for true fulfillment

I am the fire you dream,the warmth in your
intimate moments,for the fulfillment in the alter,
all dark residues are burned, made pure
my joy know no bounds, when you become
my alter and I your holy fire burning warm and slow,

The breeze that undulates your globular fruits,
with gentle hands to give you goosebumps,
fills  each of your blank page with the gift of poetry,
and sing your songs till nightfall and then crawl,
to your bed rolling over to my side not to sleep.

Every single girl, he thought
he was deeply in love with,
one after the other
were opinionated mirrors,
only capable of unfaithful reflection,
interpreting him the way each pleased,
no two reflections, ever did coincide!

Where is the real him,
he always wondered
how fickle it all looked,
the place he stood by mere chance,
did make a difference, it turned out,
the dance, the dance, like one is made to walk
over the burning red  coal bed continues.

In a place that never existed anywhere,
leading a life that never ever happened
sparks of fire of wanton imagination,we are,
that will appear reflected in eternity's mirror
all these dreams are created by our illusory mind.

Every time she appears,
in the limelight, emerging
from the corners shadows prowl,
in no time she mercilessly steals
all the charm from girls all round
and then every one is compelled
to talk about her in hushed tones.

"Stop this wily moves to steal a march
do you think I am unaware of your tricks?"
in to her ear I would whisper,
as if advocating for others,who lose face,
when we dance face to face, in total abandon.

She would pretend innocence,
look at me as if she was cheated ,
go back to her silent  planning,
for the next theft between deft dance moves,
her disarming style, curtains off her wile.

In a nubile forest, once we
wanted to explore together,
under our wisdom tree
that has seen halcyon days
and draining droughts alike,
you sat strumming your lyre,
my head cradled on your lap,
singing for me a song,in Spanish
you promised a long time before.

wasn't it pure ecstasy?
did I drift to the sea, cut off from the anchor?

As the scented wind blew,
from the valley of flowers
to a dream we were  transported
in that dream we sang
and danced all night long,
till in the sea of forgetfulness,I dissolved.

And when the harsh light
pried  open my eyes  again,
I was lying alone under a wilted tree,
as if tumbled out of a bad dream.
What I thought happened, was just a dream?
Or am I still waiting for you to come
and make your promise come true, at last.

Delirious, my anxious mind  keeps asking
did you leave  me behind alone,
and moved ahead in search of your dream ?
An evil whirlwind chases me from behind,
I suspect that takes everything from my hand
and leave me sad,alone,  unconsoled.

The forest, is still nubile,
in my heart, nothing has changed
you are still the living light there,
under the lonely pale moon I'll wait,
till the time either you would return
or I'd lose hope, slowly wilt and fall.

An old fort, on top of the slopping hill
          sentinel to centuries rolling down still,
from where the sea for the lovers
           was a vague  dream, perhaps from another life,

this haunt mysteriously lures them again and again,
            to be together lost in passion for long hours,
In a time long before on the same spot,
           blood, had gushed like river after each fierce duel,

after the mad hiss of swords,
            thirsting for the blood of the other, the rival,
the howl of the wind, the salty taste on the lips,
            ***** love present as wild aggression-
in the explosive proximity of two
            full blooded animals, results in the hiss of kissing.

The ethereal bliss is  marred suddenly,
            by the howl of ghosts, time travelling in to their spirits,
in the throes of death,the vanquished, the other victor,
            in shock they both realize the hidden truth.