They found sin,
an alluring fruit,
in the forest of the collective night
of their callous hearts.
They avariciously ate it,
though digesting its toxicity wasn't possible.
Its seeds were enthusiastically distributed,
among other creatures of the dark.
Planting seeds of sin,
they thought was good fun,
their technique of brainwashing
was perfect, a lethal gleaming weapon.
The fruits it bore were
what none expected,
explosions shaking public places,
an efflorescence of gun culture,
bane of our times and for all the days to come.
The genie refuses to go back to the bottle,
once again, though few still try.
The lovers of sin bragged ,
about biting the bullet,
if it comes to that,
won't run.
Short sighted,
chafed were their words and deeds,
at last when reality came to visit,
each one bit the dust.

a wayside mongrel,
tries to sell itself to me;
poignant its antics!

hostages in winter's fortress,
await spring's army  marching forward

It feels great!
we thank each other
for remaining friends
for yet another trying day.
                                     as morning light peeps
                                     through the window
                                     we keep our faith
                                     in each other firm.
when
the evening light
fades on to
long stormy darkness,
                                       each take out
                                       poems written by
                                       the other and reads aloud,
when a poem brakes loose
from it's shackles and touch
somewhere; an unknown
depth, where pearls are found
or a lost treasure is to be retrieved,
                                                      ­  Epiphany strikes,
                                                        ­we are melded together
                                                        ­with one vision of beauty
we are sadness
kissed by the lovely
light of hope,at the
right moment that
was about to slip down
from a precipice.

Fierce faced warlord's
frantic antics were mere ploys
to hide from the world
his real face; the most
frightened was he, of the lot.

after raging rain,
goes night long, frogs' sqawky strain:
"give us back rain's reign"

Wanton moonlight,
filtered through a fine white net
of cirrocumulous clouds,
so delighted by their caresses
splashing noiselessly
in to the blue pool,
wears an alluring tiara,
a crust created by fine foam,
does a squiggly dance
in the heart shaped pond,
where waves make beams
swing around non stop.
The silver white lilies,
one by one touched by this magic,
comes alive, open their eyes
drink from the fountain of
moonlight and join the dance.

The love pair, in their nocturnal
love games are lubricious to the core
having lost their hearts to both
the ethereal beauty and the arrows of cupid

the new moon's coy sheen,
the starlings' nosestuds gleam;
light's secrets in darkness!

On the edge, took in
Flood created angst and pain;
Enlightenment dawns!

1.
A wind shakes the tree,
Sudden death for all dry leaves.
sad, cold, earth awaits.
2.
A dry leaf drifts down-
In to an angry cyclone.
A life unforeseen.
3.
Churning storm's still eye.
The leaf quietly ponders,
Enlightenment strikes.

this flowered grove looks,
a grand bouquet from above
storks, quiet , dozing

City lights sparkle,
A concrete jungle on fire,
A stunned full moon.

In a clinic, getting treated for amnesia of the soul,
I meet her, by chance and feel a sense of deja vu,
but can't place her properly,from which age do you appear?
you sure are her. Your face is familiar, even after ages,
then you ask me whether I remember; in my brain
solar flair like magnetic energy, light up hidden spaces.
The red poppy design, isn't it a pointer enough?
"The poppy effect.My insignia won't allow to forget
though I too fall in to a forgetfulness described as divine"
In a moment, it happens, I tumble down parting
thick clouds of stardust memories,fleeting, yet haunting,
intoxicating scent of poppies, ***** haze  takes me over

youth was the country, we've been banished from long time back,
I destroyed my passport, in an angst, that can never be expressed,
I land on my legs, flying down,before her curious eyes and smile,
interplanetary voyagers, we hardly know what happens to us,
like a poem with images broken as seeds  and spawn.

I was the naked man on your bed, the day you came in
under the cover of darkness, made love heartily till the morn,
you mourned aloud, I didn't stop you, no taboo,threatened me,
and you said, would never forget the play of natural instincts.
in many places we met, in some strangers, others as lovers,
each night different, with our bodies regaling in ****** finger play,
we sat opposite, had dinners, joked about blind dates, being swapped,
promised to be in touch soon and properly date, though not compelled,
to find out more about ****** habits and ,decide where to meet.

At the time of a heist, notorious, we meet in a diamond showroom,
you thought I am the kind pin that pulls the string.A mole I suspected
you were, though confident in duping you one more sweet time.
In this world of make believe, you can take me as any avatar you think.
Converging in each other's eyes, we reconcile and forgive. for this life
You whisper, "Ï knew you were a nihilist"Ẃe were, that and more,
exploring the core,till the essence inexplicable, will be  clear.

Appreciating a glass of fine wine, we sit opposite,to each other.
we shake hands and I see you off, from an underground station,
to a galaxy, light years away,called Pinwheel, a cosmic  spiral,
then, I realize, we don't exist, you , me or whoever think they are,
when we insist, we exist, forget it brother,only eternity, nothing else.

To her he was love personified, sweet lover
but if you think there ends his troubles of amour
you need to read this narrative to the end.
He would make her bathe in cranberry juice
and feed her the juiciest of peaches and plums
from morning till night, if strawberries and
luscious mangoes become too much for her.
She made him read poetry aloud till their
hearts break in sweet pain,Sappho's poems made
his eyes moist, but she cries aloud, often inconsolable.

At one point fed up being his lap dog
she attacked him tooth and nail, still her love intact,
showering kisses all over his naked chest down.
He laughed taking credit to be the cause
of her true enlightenment,letting her to be herself.

Night was spreading her venom in their veins
and it started to show it's effects as animal instincts
the tigress in her woke up, stretching to full length,
stared at his flesh, hairy broad chest, athletic legs, and groin
then after the play thoroughly exhausted and drained
she rolled to the other end of the bed, the monster
named angst keeping awake in the darkest corner
taking in all  with fluorescent eyes, sprung up on him
bit, scratched, mauled and wounded, as much as it wanted,
he was dazed, didn't scream, fought bitter tears like always.

A mighty flow of a river,
was her true lover
she was a rare flower
fallen from an exotic tree,
on the river side, leaning over.
In the hands of the waves,
she felt the bliss she sought,
but how could a flower
however fragrant, find
the heart of the flow,
without even a chance
to stop and ponder?

She twisted and turned
burned within,
soaked in water,
floated on a bed of white foam,
then, gifted her fragrance
bit by bit to the water
flowing to the sea.

Now, she found,
every leaf, twig, fish
and millions of others
part of the flow
willingly submit,
whatever they cherish,
to the flow, that would,
take all in to the fold,
of sea where they all
become part of the vast blue,
that has a sheen timeless
and when looking from
up there, outer space
just a small speck

Her funky , modish,  lingerie on a clothesline hung to dry,
doesn't bring to mind any wild imagery,
he just sees that: an undergarment
decency wouldn't permit to make an exhibit like this,
"My God!" he realizes with a shock"The midlife crisis has already started"

A loquacious beam from your eyes,
Vibrant sparks from my thoughts let out,
Two hearts  in sweet entanglement,
Create the most ethereal moments.

My itinerant eyes are buzzing bees
Circling your protruding buds so shy
Let the ensuing tunes now lead
Our swelling lips to a kiss interminable.

The most elegantly turned out beast
                                   that in two legs roams in my part of urban forest,
with such impeccable taste and a heart
                                  brimming with prurient thoughts, transmitted
with the beat of brows, two bows,cannot be any other;
                                   I am in a poetic elation, at this moment of
thunder strike in my center of amour, as I watch your
                                  rambunctious locomotion, intently from behind.

The spiral nebula
still remains amorous,
coils up to others
it fancies...

I am a spec
escaped during
the mating game
of galaxies in heat.
Like serpents they
spiral up hissing
passionately
kiss and entwine
till the moment they
contort and explode.
I lost kinship and
reached at a different world.

Ardently you sought me, your perfect partner
in the planned, ****** crime extraordinaire,
all I needed to say,was "yes I am game"
Nothing more than our bodies commanded,
yet, I did that because it is you, who'd be in
the other side of the bed, that pleases me a lot.

You were an unknown and rare perfume
that I long sought, but failed to lay my hands on,
every amorous eye, falling on you,would attempt
fornication,vicarious, but all were in vein, of course
then, your eyes fell on mine, though you'd have loved
it to happen the other way round for more perfection.

Both of us are, those ones who walk that extra mile
in any kind of ****** adventure, without inhibition
if the idea originally occurred without instigation.
for us "Kamasutra"in it's real potential,is yet to be invented.
You always had thought that you were the game changer,
but now realize, things aren't  the way you expected!

How could you imagine, I still am uninitiated
in this genre,passion play we put our body and mind
a flaw you should have avoided, in  the  first place.
Now,make up for the lost time.Do the thing in earnest,
why don't you ascertain the facts before begining?
One presumes that things  move the way one plans
with out considering the significant other playing!
playground of cupid remains a field of pleasant surprises.

The hill, meditative and tranquil
at its acme, stands a tree majestic,
a grandpa banyan, lost in thought,
birds on his crown sing all day long,
many different tunes
that merge in to one, and wafts in the air
the silver cloud, transparent above the hill
in its morning meditation
stands still
below the hill is a river,
the water runs deep, so pleased it seems,
meandering around the hill,
hurrying on its way to the ocean,
yet unknown.

In a boat the lone traveller sits,
as the wind blows the boat gains speed,
he looks at the mast, so white,
the sun sits above it,
vigorous, splashing light,
around the boat he sees a shoal of fish
languidly swim,
a fish, he is in life's stream
a ray of light, a drop in the river
a wisp of cloud that drifts and dissolves,
bit by bit in blue expanses,
All one, just many facets of eternal.

As the wind speed of mind increases, he loses weight
sees the clouds ethereal nearer and crowd in which
he  too jostled like an imbecile, becoming far off dots
selfishness, greed, jealousy,pride, lust , avarice and violence
self-pity masquerading as love, all this still tie them down
some among them fornicate words, turn them in to  ******,
this happens for ages, but none has the power to stop the rot,
look at those mindless wonders that dance in ****, we watch
in horror but pretend as if we are delighted, to keep the peers gleeful.

Don't you want a journey of your own  through inner landscape
no more be a kite,begging for the mercy of those who pull the string
who fake *******, think something and pretend contrary to it, dupe.

"I am sky bound, levitate, a cloud heavy with sadness,still buoyant,
I would rain,when feel drained, assume the white cloak of purity.
I am the earth and fire,wind and water, limitlessness of the space"

Lush mango groves
where  the musky scent of mango blooms
once wafted making the
bulbuls sing in ecstasy
from morning till sundown
                  are reborn as gated communities,
                  where grim seriousness parade.

                      In sun drenched vineyards,
                      shadows of dreams,
                      wanting to dress up as IT parks, spread.
                      Bangalore barters its  medley of colors and smells
                      for prosperity in terms of greenbacks,
                      as people learn to be 'smart' players,
                                       and more and more get 'Bangalored'*
                                       from around the world.
Corn fields that danced to the tunes
of  the songs of  toiling farmers
go missing within days.
To match with the new mood,
nature, in this green paradise, till not so long ago
shamelessly wears the  unnatural with style.

love wash them as waves,
neither he or she grabs it;
where would it contain?

Ugly little pigs,
hooting and howling
they revel in slush
as if there is no bliss like this
and nothing is worth seeking
outside this pit, full of slimy stuff.
How long they entertain him
with their inimitable gift!
Dirt gets a new status, dainty news,
with the cute litter working on it.
What thought passes his mind?
"Fair is foul and foul is fair,
No angel would look as nice
in such a cesspit, holy pig!"

I'll eat your smile, any time,
          it's chocolate;
                         **gimme more

Wanton breeze,
                          playing
                       ­            Romeo,
                             chases-
                                     you,
                                lifts
                      ­                 your
                                            skirt
          ­                                                up
                                    making
              ­                   me jealous.

Boys, always will be boys,
if girls won't be themselves

Winged ants’ fly past day.
At its height, wingless all fall;
Willing chicken feed!

Gobsmacked I peer at,
The coral garden, you are;
Magic feast for soul!

The devil is in the details,
God, did you blink?

Big white chunks of fluffy ice
flying down in a serendipitous sequence
falling against the yellow steady splash
of frothing evening light,full of mirth
in some moments glowing like embers
against slanting rays,again white
on extended meadow grass plane
transforming it a white spread sheet
of cool silence, with lessening patches of green.