She is a perfectly ripe orange, juicy inside,
he peels the skin her mind, thickly wraps around,
with the alchemy of his words, see! how well
she reveals, her true essence for him to consume,
one segment after another, he wants to experience
her leisurely; it's her turn now,for her he is a peach
she impatiently waited thus far, to put her hands on,
he is patient, at her disposal, till they fully merge

puddle dotted fields,
kids in mud football frenzy;
time stops for each game!

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.

On an opulent curved dome
Of a proud white mushroom
An enigmatic, clear, single drop
Well formed, eager, quietly sit.

Wonder what and what it is up to now-
A tear drop shed in pain by a lonely fairy,
Or a stray drop of untimely rain, futile,
A memory lapse,a cloud somehow had?

What if it's a disillusioned universe,
Willfully collapsed,due to it's own weight,
Reduced to a miniature and still in flux,
Wanting to see a new dream altogether!

Sitting like a king on his throne, it reflects,
The limitless sky on it's upturned single  eye!

Waiting perhaps for the rising purple morning sun
to give an offer, to evaporate and be back in the cycle.

trees luxuriate,
dog’s life gets soggy and vain;
isn’t the rain same?

You know how-don't ever tell me you don't
How I love the sun rays play with the cloud
As I curiously look up, I clearly see me falling
Through the swaying foliages of a cloud tree
Frolicking with the philanderer wind tickling her.
Sowing goosebumps you think, as falling raindrops
While she wishes she wouldn't respond to such
                                           frivolous machinations.
Is it love?
She gets no answer.The day marches on
an illusory ground, not worried about  THE END

Falling through the space, I see a sky full of holes.
Absence in presence and presence clouding absence
This, nobody ever takes notice.
                                                    An invisible particle
Of matter yet to be discovered,
I was stardust for a while,
I was falling,
Then I was quantas of energy
Without a given name, that wanted
To be on the move, singing,
While there is still  a song within.
Yes I was falling.
I confess: every night , I was curious about the moon's routine
Even on those nights she kept me waiting in the darkness guessing
"Woman, by spurning my love , you destroy light legitimately  ours".
The love I only kept,  for your silver lashes that pleases me!
I was falling:
On the face
Of the moon
I saw it's
        Reflection.

I was falling
All alone,from
Your memory
Like the
                Crinkled
                     Petal
                          Of a dead
                                   Flower.

You are an erroneous mirror with a horribly distorted plane,
the figure find reflected on it's surface too are  you,miserable one!
And the perplexed observer?Who else, it's you, do you realize?
Don't complain or  blame it on  others, it's you who should decide,
where to begin and when, to set right whatever has gone wrong.

Death, the dark, sultry maiden,
has made a pact with life-
her fickle, yet earnest lover,
in the very beginning:
"tempestuous, our passion play, would be
there isn't any other way, we could do it,
but we'll make the last dance together here-
the most subtle and infinitely sensual,
before changing over to the  stage, on the other side,
behind the impregnable curtain"

The star far far away winks at me, flowing tears blur that glow,
love makes us forget even the gaping chasm between us,
night after night, expecting nothing we pledge our love to each other/knowing so well that no dream of  lovers has ever fully come true.

love has gone to seed;
hate, excavates more possibilities.

Cloud’s hot teardrops fall,
Polluted lake swells and sighs,
Dark waves lurk beneath!

Incorrigible was that mistake,
                I took the wrong road and moved on,
couldn't understand where did I reach,
                when  found it was the end of the road,
tried to look up the map,
                found a wrong one, or was it all jumbled?
why  am I made a scapegoat,
                to prove a law Murphy has already proved?


But as I was about to walk away from it all
                                        I saw her radiant smile,
my deepest wish, my desire that pulled the strings,
                                            to take me to the road,
before thought and action was her,
                                          the mind came later, the spirit that
finds it's way on it's own, works beyond laws,
                                          even when choosing
the wrong actions, one is proved right,
                                          may that mystery be ours always.
intriguing forces in action in this world,
                                        are my hope, secret of all the positivity I embrace.

Physics may unravel the secrets,
of the  magnetism and electric pull between us,
but about the rest, it'll be only mute,
our laws of attraction will still be in the dark.

Cognitive science may be eloquent
about your keen intelligence and mine,
but falling in love, is beyond the ken of all this,
Is it the rush of hormones that -
brought us together like two merging whirlwinds?
Then, why not before this with any others?

Or was it a flash at first sight
that ignited  our unknown depths,
and built a' tower of desire',
burning like a raging fire, in our hearts
that mixed, dreams, imagination and intuition
with the magic of extra sensory perception?

**We should better solve the puzzle with a burning kiss

To ogle you
every time
I have to find
an excuse
     new.
Lucky you!
you have
a legitimate excuse
each time.
Even the most
clandestine moves
my eyes deftly make,
wouldn't miss,
your notice.
In a swift move
you bind them
with yours
while they
illegally steal you
inch by inch,
head to toe.
Then,I witness
the magic,
only love could
perform;
with the
language of light
in which
your eyes are adept,
you demand me to acquire
legality, in a date, not too late.

Like a cloud,
         colored by sun,
            the way he wishes,
                as the day progresses
changing in to
myriad forms
in the hands of wind;
              love transforms,
           one to other
many splendors,
still a constant,
isn't it a wonder?

Your eyes
             like diving fishes
                   search my depths
through my eyes.
They playfully
splash and swish
       in mind's waters,
         causing a wistful feeling.
Your lips quiver,
          fluttering like a bird,
                       that wants to fly
and sit at the top branch-
my expectant heart.
                

Wearing a drab dress, all white,
I see a girl child of about eight
seemingly lost, perhaps left alone to fight
her continuing wars with a callous world,
walking hurriedly all by herself along
a desolate street, that to me seems familiar
yes, it's in the part of the city, once I lived
which always was seen teeming with life
except perhaps in such mystery dreams.

Think of this, don't you in spirit live in many
different places, like hearts of lovers one cherishes
though now one hardly remembers, how
it happened and where it was or how many
different persona constitute, the 'You, you think are You'

Like a somnambulist she walks along  the tree lined street,
I was watching her through a  window set high,
as she passed a young palm laden with coconuts,
and then a strange feeling gripped me and said
"It must be she, standing in this cozy room's warmth
and isn't that I, taking faltering steps along the street,
where she has been never before and don't know
what  awaits her or any other beyond that corner"

Is she a refugee from somewhere, an orphan whom
the world has jettisoned, with nothing to look forward?
An improbable adventurer aged just eight, still
ready to stare a dark, overcast day, on it's face fearless?

I just flew out of the window and was astonished at that feat
and  the speed; who would think I could pull it off?
I flew following her as if fearing for my dear life,
as if she and I have a cryptic connection I forgot,somehow
Where is she?my heart in palpitation,I flow with the wind.

A look deep in to her eyes and it subtly pushes in to a trance,
her lips in a smile curl,from where a primordial memory dances,
much deeper than visceral, in effect it's clearly transcendental
she becomes a pointer, to the quest entrenched within soul

I want to ask her this, how does she transfer her subtle essence
to me with such effortless ease, as if we were bound together,
with few words, looks and touches,like the dance of a painter's brush,
a way to connect so quick, or is it an existing channel that has opened?

An experience without parallel in life, so exhilarating to me
to discern, internalize and imbibe, a zen beyond human logic,
wasn't she a presence, in the deepest layers of my psyche?
an apparition that came to light, when the time was just ripe!

Constant wanderer am I
      a cloud, it's heart  questing for truth,
hovering above the extending landscape,
       scanning it for beauty,
raining in joy, to make beauty
               turn her eyes towards me with love.
this is just one fleeting life in a cycle,
      that turns on for ever and ever and ever.
wait for me here, there or anywhere, my love,
           even if it's beyond the limits of universe.

There isn't any half time mark
in a true blue love game, my darling
Neither prior fixed schedules or dates
nor strict rules, regulations, contracts
in a game of love, lovers avidly play it
themselves, in the way they truly wish
whether callow or highly seasoned,
mindful, heartless or calloused inside out!

The players decide where it has to be
played out, how long and  when the
curtain should fall and what would
be the after math of this; what results!

In course of the moves of this game
the thing important is particularly this:
They decide what to do with the dear life of each,
some times out of sheer impulse, even  eyes shut.
The ones that keep sanity and good sense
and hold the head above the water, swim together
would live to tell the tale sipping a glass of wine
but the rest, mostly become tales different
rarely told with a smile,most of those are written
in the black ink of grief and sung at taverns after
the hours dark falls  and ghosts vengefully roam.

Some, fall by the wayside in sacrifice, and perish
many disappear in dark pits invisible that lay
in wait to eat them head and all, without a trace.

But the ones I sing about are these pairs, resilient
they hold hands, steadily climb the path,
winding and narrow leading to the view point,
on the top of the green hill, from there
the view is breath taking, an ample reward!

Battered by the waves of life, bone tired,
I enter the chamber of  long night, to sleep naked;
*In a dream she comes, my dark maiden
waiting to take me to the last forgetfulness

fallen autumn leaves,
color the desolate path.
dreams dancing in breeze

Yet again I see me in your eyes
far deeper than just a reflection
am I sweetly disappointed?

I was looking in to your eyes for that
deep blue oblivion to disappear
and be one with your placidness
Not a mirror, I look for,that flatters
and proclaims love to me in a
loudest possible reflection of mine
that I've seen on all those days
we've been trying to discover
each other like new continents.

Now, I find you keep me deeper,
like a jewel kept in a chiseled case
Though late, let me tell you this,
remember, you are the diamond
I am just a case to  safely keep
my precious for all the days to come.

To me she clearly sounds more
like a joyful bamboo thicket,
the only pet of this gentle breeze,
swaying in self abandonment.

Holding her  just a heart beat away
I could hear my heart's wonder,
"Haven't her whispered words allude
on something really profound, effulgent,
beyond the realm of both life and death?"

"Sing that lullaby, I identify you with
when our kids were young, instead.
It's indeed perfect as a fine spring board
to fly past the net, time has spread" I said
"Landing gently in that dream space
of permanent twilight, defying death"

After what seemed  eons
he heard her saying this,
        gently patting his chest
        and wistfully looking
        at his withered rose petal lips
                      "You need to slow down,
                        be incisive, gaze, just not
                              with two physical eyes
                                master your senses, all five
                        if you want to see clearly
                      what truly transpires
                beyond mere words and actions"
         those frenzied moments
of love, despair whatever, intense
he somehow felt part of his, cherished,
                 But did they deliver?
             never did he regret a GURU's absence
                 still hoped in a deeper layer of psyche
                           "He would certainly come..won't
                              decide against showing up"
                      Still he was waiting
                           (looking at the directions wrong)
                             when she was with him,
                                     his lover,finder of path too, for a long while.
                              None had ever seized him like this
                                   and emphatically said such a thing
                                                   Now he could see
                                                     more clearly with focus
                                            as if the blazing sun appears
                                            when the clouds are driven by the winds.
             He heard the words of wisdom
             a woman like her can better discern
                because his light and darkness reflect
                on her screen of love, better,
                                essence-mind- bliss
                              "Sat-chit- Ananda"
                              where cosmic waves
                              make their presence
               At that instance he decides
                 to let go pretenses of every kind
                       he felt expansion of consciousness
                          a feeling words would never learn to express,
                         with stars in attendance he slept
                      cleansed himself in the waters of milky way
              frenetic drum beat of heart
              vanished as if he is no more
body bound, free to fly anywhere.
         wasn't she just predicting that
         the slow dance holding the hand
         that masterfully guides,
           it  begins
                            from this moment.

Winter,
a shy maiden,
                      when she advances;
                      none could foresee
                      her cunning plan
                      of occupation!

playful and gentle,
she tickled nature
with her cool fingertips,
trees with thick foliage
stood before her
like  children,
to get their hair tousled.

                                 she plays considerate companion,
                                 often covers the head of trees,
                                 with her transparent veil
                                 till the sun forcefully remove it,
                                 eager to see their faces.

by and by
she turns insistent.
her presence more persistent
snow fall dense,
grin of ice every where you look,
changes her friendly visage, it looks strange.
her true nature comes out in  the open,
everyone starts to resent her cheeky urge to splurge.
then starts her rude and strident advance.

                                   the canopy of leaves
                                   are fully laden with
                                   thick, white, blanket of ice.
                                   leaves weigh down
                                   suffering with the  cold burden.
                                   the green is completely eaten
                                   by bleak whiteness.
                                   everything,  every one
                                   becomes virtually her prisoner,
                                   thirsting for a drop of sun light.
                                                   OOO

her
                smile-
                     a flower
                              spreads petal;
               i thirst
               for honey..

Eschewing that second thought,
let me tell you what I truly sought
come, lock me up in your heart
you, I've no doubt  is a true despot

I don't hold back, life is way too short
can't heckle and haggle like an idiot
on the planes, see  profligacy of robust water
hills are in the reign of wild sun and winds

Here ends the vast fields of ripened  rice,
where prowl crooked foxes eyeing hens,
on the foot hills furious bisons flare nostrils,
as you climb,eager leopard smells blood.

Love is the  fragrance  that outlives the flower,
my trek to the mystic mountain continues where
**** and shroom grow tangled  everywhere
the trek to the love hill, to strike  gold,is in progress,

At the potter's village we met,
the dawn was only breaking, ominous,
young we were, how exciting a time it was,
shadows never made us frightened,
I made her, the way what she thinks she is,
in turn she made me the way I wanted myself,
there were no original or model, we both were
creations of each other, isn't that unique!
when we left each other, with our hearts  still smiling,
no one could, believe our words
they searched for the mark of tears.on our cheeks,
Standing on the river bank, we embraced the last time,
then, on our ways we went,
we didn't regret a bit, in a boat
called love we further sailed.

avian music,
march past of herons follows,
sunset formalized!