a knock on the door,
comes a coy poetic thought.
ecstatic moments.

By instinct, I deeply sense
the ocean moves of love,
in her heart and respond,
as if, by nature's prompt.
In each wave we combine,
as the force and water mass .

Night is a cavern,
For pains retreated from war,
To heal and march back!

Though looked stunned
in his expression,
                       the dead man
                       was pleased
with all arrangements
perfectly done.
Only cause of worry
even then, was the
reason of death cited
in the papers: Pollution!
"Frivolous, isn't it?
Not even a solid reason,
for returning to the pavillion.
Inglorious, what else,
though this as a cause
is getting more and more popular
in these days of global warming"
a thought free of body floats around,
unheard by anyone.

"Stop!
stop immediately
who needs this mess?
clean up the mess at once,
stop the bus immediately
stop the last bus, and get in
don't miss the last bus by any chance"

I immersed in my favorite river,
asked "Aren't you for ever?"
hers was a story of horror,
and impending demise.

Gallivanter river, we'll reach there together,
at the confluence, the tranquil ocean iridescent
where every being is together, you, me and others,
transcending  limits, one incessant flow of consciousness.

Every time, such laughter ends in wiping  tear drops,
is it from thickly laden darkness, comedy non stop springs out?
Demons that relentlessly hunt and  hurt deep,  pushes one
to make jokes and compulsively laugh out loud, till tear glands dry up.
He was making all roll in laughter, they forgot even to wipe tears
and what do they see when they look up the stage asking for more?

Oh! the comedian had a deadly secret, that he hid from the world
he attempted to repair what went wrong, still the laughter was painful,

before the show was over Robin Williams pulled down the curtain himself.

sweet emotion blooms,
as she gently sashays near;
hearts resonate, melt!

thunder rumbles loud,
rainstorm looms, waits to hit hard;
beware! rough weather!

"In the borderless kingdom of poetry,
poet is the emperor"
KALIDASA (Sanskrit classical poet circa,3Cen BCE)


His words
"Apare,  Kavya Samsare,
Kavireva  prajapati"

A slender white cloud,
tells wind its tale, dissolves!
The sky's smile vanishes.

A frizzy blue black shadow, there you hold,
curtaining off the door to the pleasure garden,
in my frenzied day dreams, it seems like  everglades
where your chiseled alabaster legs smugly join in.

It would take many shapes in my hazy dreams
when my ***** imagination, for you  is in an overdrive,
at times it's a soft  winged butterfly flitting around your *****
intermittently sitting on your thighs, inching slowly upwards,
how it takes my breath away! in each of it's tickling move.
Excited I ogle,  and just then it assumes the look of a face,
with such inviting succulent lips,  I fully lose my patience
at first the kiss is soft, a fervency takes over,then, I slip in to a trance
erotically charged and ecstatic,  I hear you moan,when I  explode!


കാമ   നിഴല്നാടകം
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കുനുകുനെ കരിനീലയാമൊരു
നിഴല്‍ അവിടെ നിനക്കുണ്ട്‌
സുഖകവാടത്തിനു മൂടുപടമൊന്നിട്ടപോലെ
എന്‍ ഭ്രമ ഭരിതമാം പകല്‍സ്വപ്നങ്ങളി
ലതു നീര്‍ നിലമായിമാറുന്നു.
                                                ­                                  
നിന്‍ വെണ്ണക്കല്‍  കടഞ്ഞ
കാലുകള്‍  ചേരുന്നൊരിടം.
എന്‍ ഭാവന യുടെ കാമ സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്‍
  നിന്നെത്തേടിപ്പായവേ
എന്‍  അവ്യക്തസ്വപ്നങ്ങളില്‍
അതു, രൂപാന്തരങ്ങള്‍തേടുന്നു.
ചിലനേരംനിന്‍അരക്കെട്ട്ചുറ്റി
യൊരുചിത്രശലഭംപറക്കുന്നു            ­                  
ഇടയിടയില്‍ നിന്‍ തുട പറ്റിയിരുന്നു 
 മേലോട്ട്മെല്ലെനീങ്ങുന്നു.
അത് മെല്ലെ ഇക്കിളിയിട്ട്മേല്‍പ്പോട്ടു
നീങ്ങാന്‍ തുടങ്ങവേ
 എന്‍ ശ്വാസം  നിന്നുപോവുന്നു!
ഉന്മാദിയായിഞാനവിടെ നോക്കുന്നു,
അവിടെയൊരുമുഖമല്ലേകാണ്മൂ
മദ ഭരിതമാ ചുണ്ടുകള്‍ കാണുമ്പൊള്‍
ഞാന്‍ എന്നെത്തന്നെ  മറന്നു        
മൃദു ചുംബനം, ലഹരി പകരുന്ന മുത്തം
പിന്നെ,എല്ലാം മറന്നമയക്കം!
രതിലഹരിയില്‍ നിന്‍  വിതുമ്പല്‍ കേള്‍ക്കെ
ഞാനുമൊരുകാമ വിസ്ഫോടനമറിയുന്നു
(In Malayalam Translation)

dawn, a color storm,
witnessing birds astonished;
sky in ebullience!

Signore matador;
love that  bull,
save it
boo the crowd.

Winter spreads white lies,
Thick and fast, so unabashed;
Her lovers shiver!

Scattered, dilapidated
       ancient monuments,
       pieces of a puzzle,
       a mute challenge,
       to someone
       who plays a mysterious game,
       unfathomable to us,

A lone girl in hot pants
      stands perplexed,
      on the incongruity of it all,
      in that vast complex,
      a tourist, with an uncertain interest.

(A curious element,
      introduced, apparently by a child,
     playing a cosmic game,
     sitting somewhere in universe)

Light dims as sun goes down,
     and the scene sinks
     in to an unknown storehouse.

                          a jumble to sort out later,
      by budding time, within an emerging star,
      in an unknown distant galaxy.

We watch silently,
      standing here, in Qutb complex,
      temporary witnesses to eternity's games.
       It looks so  deceptively simple,
       like an ordinary evening
       in Delhi.
            

Scented spice hill wind,
Explodes on the night of light;
Spirits merge, sparkle!

A fragrance distinct,
The scent of new rain on earth,
jubilant nature

thorny screwpines stop,
musky fragrent flowers enchant;
blood scented ecstasy!

Mom and dad used to tell,"Don't be self conscious, go out and mingle"
Even  profit minded corporates, yell out,"Be socially conscious, conserve"
let soul be a myth or not, one feels kinship with all life, at least once in awhile,
cosmos is you and me, starlight whispers; what more is needed to have cosmic consciousness?

A strange yellow smile draws a wired look on her face
she tells him in a crude whisper, that a beast stalks her
in her discombobulation, he detects the withering.
a desperate flower sometimes  mysteriously invites
a flower forced to bloom before her time, was her
only in the closed vault inside her chamber is it's secret,
her hands strongly grips him, not letting him leave her
and he could feel the presence of the beast then and there.
Then, little by little her grip becomes cold, lets his hands free
she  slips in to a trance, body gets stiff like a log.

sea breeze is salty,
on the beach front, I ponder
on the sea and me!

A randy beetle,
circles a closing lotus;
nightly paramour.

securely encrypted,
the Milky Way and beyond;
my billion nureons!

you are secretive
like night; but brilliant stars,
your eyes, speak amour!

A sprightly snail crawls,
etching a message as it moves;
cryptic conundrum.

Marigold fields,extending to the far horizons,
****** me making my mission go astray,
"Don't regret" my heart said,"if beauty has its say
greater than any thing else, in your scheme of things,
blessed you are, though cursed, for now it'd seem
because life, is a mix,  beauty and its absence,
play a great  role, to give every thing a meaning"

1.
Lovingly patting my hands
she sows goosebumps enough for two;
a rich harvest awaits our hearts.
2.
Corners of her dark eyes
doodle on my heart's canvas;
an art therapy apt, for the lovesick.
3.
Pretend, I am invisible,
ask him out, make me jealous,
frantic antics, just reversed, I understand.
4.
Movie runs on the screen,
your eyes on mine, see within,
what exquisite twists and turns
in the storyline of our secret love!
5.
Your short floral dress
loves to tango with the wind,
would I ever complain?

1.
Look! two butterflies entangled
in the thick of love, try extricating,flapping wings
girl, forget you're a doctor,let love resolve it.
2.
A strawberry touches her lips,
astonished I stop eating my peach;
where does the fruit end, her lips begin?
3.
Your dad is conservative,
mother is moderately appreciative,
every move of amour, has to be  politically sensitive.
4.
On this bikini your body prattles,
a language unintelligible through, I am all ears,
darling, make your body speak, the lingo it truly appreciates.
5.
Water nymph, your bodyhugging dress
simultaneously does myriad things,
talks erotica, tries seduction,makes me a fool fumbling for words.

Has democracy irretrievably gone to the dogs?
Every beast congregates here; coyotes to  hogs!
Supposedly most selfless of acts
Cover up the worst and the inept.
Crocodile tears apart, they hanker only for populist tag!

Sun drenched wild grass, in an ecstatic swirling dance-
didn't forget to tell this boldly to her lover, eager to please her:
"gentle breeze, how tantalizingly you caress and titillate,
but to tell the truth, I'll long still, for a robust wind, an ace pollinator."

an armadillo
falling in love
with an ant;
evidently
a tragedy
in the making.

                      A nightingale
                      getting enamored
                      by a crow;
                      certainly is
                      a comedy
                      in perfect proportions.
an elephant
trampling
the tropical jungles,
falling head over heels
for a blue whale,
even if for a while
is an adventure perilous
                         he and she  
                         falling in love
                         without rhyme or reason
                         propelled by a heavy dose of passion
                         is love at first sight, the height
                         it is thought, of a romantic liaison!
but tragedy and comedy
with all probabilities of
incompatibility lurk in human minds
till it strikes with out any signal of warning,
if the two, supposedly madly in love
are not certain, of the reasons, of the love that struck them,
and swept off the feet, in the inebriating love season