Her curvaceous **** was bootylicious and  fit,
Yet she was desperate for a 'Brazilian **** lift'
The bootiologist was quite well versed,
Still, the procedure proved to be accursed,
The Kim Kadarshian inspired quest, bore only a small fruit.

Kingfisher at rest,
Aggression’s switch still twitch;
Uncertain balance!

Wind whistles ***** songs,
                      bamboo groves dance to its tune,
            the voice of my love wafts in fragrance
                                calling me from her hiding place;
                  my pleading heart, tender, love drunk, replies,
                           "Come hither, in a kiss fill all your fervor
                                               that would make me faint in its mystery"

Your sight, stops my heart,
The moment next, makes it dash,
One killer doctor!

I am naked, from the soul down
a traveler without a ticket,
to the luminance beyond the galaxies.
I beget love,
seek beauty beyond limits, sing.
let me kiss your heart,
because, i see it responds,
to me in eloquent silence.
*let me be a bard, with magic wings
to reach you, and nestle in your serene heart.
kiss my soul with your words, once
make me immortal.

Head over heals he fell in love with a kite,
who would have her pleasures only at flight,
she took him over a hill,
and pleasured him to his fill,
overwhelmed, they took a vow to be life time mates.

A fine feathered partridge she is,
he listened to her moving tale.
A game bird, pathetic, but
her story has holes, he  easily detects,
yet he  sat through, willing to believe.
In the middle of contradictory attitudes
now he wonders, how strange is this
willing suspension of disbelief!
This is how tragedy creeps in,
right in front of one's  opened eyes,
yet he is with her, ready to buy  trouble.
A fine feathered partridge she is.

Her loneliness wears maroon,
                 I am aware," to her yin, my yang,"
mine in deep purple echoes,
                the density that's her, in my presence.
On an island of her own, she sojourns,
                 where there is comfortable room for two.
A happy recluse she is, ruminating,
                 diving deeper in to the sea of consciousness.
What does it really mean?
                  we are wound around a "KOAN", working on it,
wouldn't stop to think,  I flow
                    with the insistent gravitas of the current,
Through her the dense silence speaks,
                     in voices clear,  heard within me.
all beyond words, and in a far more
                     subtle plane, than this existence.

when the story ended before it's beginning
there wasn't any trace of anything
even on the event horizon
the creator didn't have any chance,
to make up anything
on the drawing board of his being
couldn't sense what was meant of him
the plot hasn't sprouted anywhere
in the vast field of thought fertile
so no need ever did arise to forget anything
there wasn't any apparition of  good or evil, love or hate,
that'd  appear on earth, fire, air, space or water; not even nothing.

Sinuous, serpent, coiled in the hole-
of the fig tree of my existence,
your power unlimited, realizes me this:
**life, at its best is a creative upsurge unbelievable,
when released after long and patient meditation, the energy
that crosses six centers, and reach the lotus, at the crown!

Night sky over Paris, doesn't speak starry love tonight
intimate soul, maker of my spirit's whole,
Paris would love to hold close to it's broad heart,
didn't we elope through the Metro tunnel
of experiences,then I made you wear my coat
to protect you from winter cold, hid you
in the cozy interior of my memory well lit,
where you wait on a hope, unsuspecting
losing all sense of time.Still at Arc de Triomphe ,
I  wait for the train that never comes, I suspect
you are a prisoner, in the urban jungle of La Defense
beyond the lonely whiteness of Grande Arche
time the marauder comes in without knocking,
he must have took you away, none will know when
the tunnel of our experiences, once we knew are bare
I'll be going alone soon in a dark train to nowhere
where are you, where are you, my voice chokes and fail

A fallen angel, immaculate once,
was a poignant sight;
I couldn't sleep that night!
**Beware, dizzying heights throw down.

In a golden goblet, I was offered
the last drop of honey, tasting bitter;
*a wave of sweetness, rushed to engulf,
from the seething sea of memories.

a tree egrets crowd,
one more wants to land on top;
now all fly skywards!

air smells lavender,
spring day turns rambunctious,
love breaks all the rules!

has the dawn overslept?
her shut windows remain unlit;
night still has a ball.

Lead me, as I hover lightly on your wings, to secrets-
I always wanted to make mine, get liberated;
to hear a sweet singing bird, in poet's wordless midnight,
fly over Everglades, where the flora and fauna of soul thrive
and to embrace the sweet lust of lover's heart, where soul finds its peace.

She never moans, weeps, sighs or sings his paeans,
as one would expect, seeing her ardor at it's peak
how could he still just be the receiver of her ****** mastery,
without all of that intermittently let out loud, without shame!

He feels compelled to look at her with a sense of thankful awe,
she, no doubt, is in a plane far far above, any classification,
just not a  participator or receiver , she is the moment itself,
on it's shining wings, ascending  to the rarefied air, ethereal
see, the look of self abandonment, on her intense  lovely face,
that tells all, a flight defying limits of time, a leap yet again.

Lone crow on top of the transmission tower,
pretends she has its ownership rights.
A flock of swallows trying to alight on it,
deflected by her belligerence, scatter to all sides.
Shadow of an eagle above, quickly makes her wise,
like an acrobat, she dives upside down, disappears.

1.A walk with one's ego

"Take your ego out for a walk", the master asked, all aspirant monks
one monk who took his pet across the river left it there and returned
the rest after a nice walk hand in hand, brought each, little wet but
rejuvenated, missing master's word in it's real sense altogether,
only for the wise one, the door opened, others had a lesson, painful

2.Tending one's ego
Two  monks , still not ready to part with
their egos,tended both the way each deemed fit ,
The first, so obedient, followed his ego  like a lamb,
one other made it follow him with it's strange requests,
a third the first one to **** his ego with his sword of mind
kept smiling seeing the misery of both still not bold enough.

3 Catty

Ego, was her, fluffy black pet *****
her show piece, she always loved to pamper,
crafty was the creature, hell bent  to keep
her reputation as an attention grabber,
the fact was this, the cat and her mistress
were thoroughly insecure, borrowed colors,
caterwauling in the sound of screeching tires,
she mated with Tom cats that came in jumping walls ,
her mistress was entertained, felt proud,
so ego grew large to the stature of a feline 'top dog',
it's metamorphosis made her owner too bloat up,
Ego one would have to think is her alter ego.

4.I won't ditch my guide dog

Every one thought she was nice, why so egoistic
gets her way every time,  projecting her larger than life ego.
"Well it's my guide dog to get around, as I am one blind person,
I am not yet a renunciate on a quest, I chew my bones too well"

From my perch,spanning the vast,
fathomless sky at night,
where 100 billion galaxies
vie with one another, for foothold,
shoals of fish on the swim
in diverse forms of being
( or nothingness of various kind)
in cycles  of birth from dust,
growth, death in dark holes and rebirth.

I now see only  a lone star above,
cowering at a far corner, in silence
anxiety ridden  as she's alone
in this celestial grand opera house.

Wonder, where had gone all,
the spectacular display of star power,
profligacy of fish of  ocean above
proudly displaying just yesterday.

Lessons, on equanimity perhaps,
nature teaches,writing on the night sky.

Your eyes exude wisdom-
beyond words;
**I could write it for the world
if you would collaborate.

To pyramids and pygmies,
all things mighty and puny-
I wouldn't be able to fathom
the true depth, they have
with my limited yard stick, "mind"
with a heavy heart, I bow low,
apologize and seek pardon
in the name of the one
unified cosmic consciousness
that dwells in all of us
from aliens to astronauts.

Why don't we pulsate in unison?
not your fault, but mine,
I understand, life has many secrets
dark energies fill all vacant spaces,
I too am it's slave, I must be beware,
by dismissing all those
as inconsequential as ever,
I'd create darkness single-handedly, I am aware

Just a drink of water,
to quench my thirst
for your presence
for ever---

A loving pat on one cheek
for all the love on me you showered,
and softly, ever so softly
on the other cheek
give  the parting kiss for keeps.

That's all I ask for,
all the love we shared between us
never fully contained in whispers and kisses
all night conversations and caresses.

Taking a deep breath, look in to my eyes,
and pour all your blues, for me not to forget,
we are a coagulated scented mass, rare
no one in this world could separate.

Let me  emulate the wind, that rustles leaves
well before leaving without telling anything
and in return shuffle my hair, like before,
I will leave smiling, without thinking.
even when my heart is in fire hissing:
"Ah! this is how it all ends, never to repeat"

I 've learned the art of containing pain,
quite early in my life, without much effort,
a white fluffy haired pup,my dad's first gift,
that made happy beyond my little heart's content,
the one I bathed cared and fed, day and night
left for ever, in one cold  after noon...
heart broken I wept, tried to wake him up
Dad consoled "Let's buy another".It didn't help, a bit.

But when the pet parakeet, that flew around our home
was made his meal by our own rouge cat
the scattered wings, feathers and bones scared,
I didn't cry or panic, the pain died down within
I was learning a lesson then for a path strewn with thorns.

I'll walk away straight, with a smile,
like many smiles went past you,
but now, I know  you'll whimper,
But don't,  please don't shed that drop of tear
at the corner of your eye, hold it there,
it'll mutely tell you about a love divine, for ever.

It was too late
to realize this:
all along her boat
was circling
the island of
expectations.
She cuts the knot
at one stroke
and feels free
from the albatross
around her neck
at long last;
her boat like a
unbound horse
gallops into unknown
currents, in love with
deeper sea secrets...

wind has vehemence,
all tree branches join issue;
rain lessen the pain!

On the top of the white marble steps,  her pedestal
 she stands tall, head held high up in the clouds
that one moment I forgive all her sins
 for the self abandonment that deceives all of us.
It makes her an original,
though feeble minded, vainglorious, unabashed
self-deceptive about her past,
distorting light within to create darkness
each and every fact twisted
the way she wants others to believe,
see her gait, all are compelled
to view her grandeur as one of a kind.
She sings and her emotions flow like a river,
one can hardly find any flaw in her technique.
Eclipsed by her penumbra,I have no escape,
love her the way one loves a burned out life.

a feather flying,
hesitantly in the breeze;
freedom from the bird?

That was her best night dress ever, effortlessly don
his eyes never failed to find it absolutely ravishing.

Under lovely arched brows,
          those            eyes,
                pyrophori­c,
                                  opalescent,
                ­                                  lascivious;
                   ­                                          invite--
                         forbidden thoughts
                                            to my mind.

A mongoose raises head,
From a tangled pumpkin patch.
A cobra runs for life.

Eyes of the matador were moving daggers, swift,
pinning bull down, they order surrender.
In a twist, breaking free, the bull evades his eyes
and snort, "Now it's your turn, let's see how you escape"