I've been away for a long  mystery walk
When you knocked at my locked door.
Far away, under a smiling sky I was waiting
For a red rose to open her eyes fully,
To appreciate her beauty and breath in
Her fragrance, that'd prompt me to wait
Till  you  visit after all those stormy years.

But see what did happen instead,

A miracle that should not have happened!
You have come seeking me, how can I put it,
'Against my wish?' Am I  right there?
I was expecting to hear your footsteps
Even when you step out from your cloister.
My hermitage was  eager to hear your knock.
Much much earlier, but you put it off
On account of some unknown reason
But where did I go wrong,on your arrival?
Even if I am as swift as wind we won't have
A chance to embrace each other....heareafter.
Time is the juggernaut that decides the laws
Of the hallucinatory world we believe ours.
When the time ceases at a big crunch
We are free from  the hallucinogen  we are fed.

Attain the  rhythm to be sublime;
breath, is the key-
that opens the door,
to souls's fragrant garden.

he disapproves
color code,
his black sheep
is white.

Splashed fine red wine,
I can't do without tasting;
the blush on your cheeks-all of it!

feline princess,
with  lithe, agile limbs
mistress (with/of) dark instincts
tormentor of my libidinous dreams,

perpetually  under the spell of
your radium eyes,
experiencing , in every sense
your nocturnal effervescence,
I would doubtlessly testify anywhere:
your day light innocence,
is the act of a cheat.
(would I ever do that? you know, it is just a joke)
I am bit confused, still
why should you behave in that way?
you are indeed bold,  barbarous in an amorous sense
in that you are proud, as any one would understand.

your thorny nails
hidden under soft paws
plays with the ups and downs of my body
both ways, some times it only  tickles
and at other times, plunges deep, draws blood
                     I am a sinner with clean conscience
you can tell me all your desires
dark, white or purple
we would be together
in that  boat to the dark  dark shores
where you promised to
make me inhale the imagined flowers
of flesh with the  scent of fulfillment.

I was quite oblivious, then
of the ways of this wicked world,
being a merry child of nature;
innocence embraced me tightly
as if I am it's one and only beloved.
It was my dad, man of infinite
wisdom yet carefree, who walked
in front,he once  turned around
as if he remembered this,and said
"Don't ever go astray,keep your
eyes focused on the light distant
even if I am not there to lead
if ever you find any difficulty,
don't you get confused, that  flame
remains unflinching,within
each moment,you feel the need "
I didn't ever go astray,keeping up
with his footsteps.I let out a secret,.
I remember,a sweet kiss for
sweet pain in my lips.

Well, he didn't have much time left
he knew his seeds transferred in this
pod would set sail to the very end
of the world,till it goes on gently
narrating it's tale.Bless my beloved dad
it's mostly him and mum I am,
filled with: wonder for the world,
compassion for even a purloiner,
scrounger,larcenist, owl or spider.
At one turn he casually said good bye
and vanished,collected his ashes white,
mixed it with my bitter tears,I immersed
it in the confluence of three seas,at Cape
with a heart gone empty.He has become
immortal, my meditative moments
would tell me,with such certainty,
Still his words ring loud and clear
in my inner ears.

On my  way, in carnivals,I encountered,
thieves garden manicured, where
robbers and plunderers celebrated
victory nights with their ticklish girls.
I spent two days in guilty pleasures
and moved forwards my destination.
near and dear I had so much ,was proud
about them; imbibed the wisdom that held
the light ,closer to my spirit from all.

                               I heard the wild cheering,
when I did things right as expected,
as I crossed the temperate deciduous forest,
the lion tailed macaque,stared at me and said
"There a little further you 'd see prowling tigers,
alone you are, be on your guard".Astonished
as I looked around, I saw none but me,alone!

Climbing the steep rock in the middle of
the herbal mountain,I find the sanctuary
of the ancient sage,which the Chinese traveler
Xuanzang1 sought fighting odds,walking all along.
here is the light,I 'd realize my truth in this abode.

Fat pay packets
are tied
with insane schedules.

Purple evening cloud coveted-
crescent moon's flirtatious glance.
In her joie de vivre, he was ignored,
pallid  cloud  slowly dissolved.

i heard you say softly,
you would soon get married,
in a passive way.
your mum has found a groom
she thought perfect,
the horoscopes match,
and your father, approves. that's that.

so nothing much left,
except sorting out "our mess"
caused by your" thoughtless
adventure," as you put it,
you now think it was  "just physical"
you weren't sure yet
wheather it was love,
you felt, about me
though intense.
"that was a whim
and i wasn't in my senses
as i see it now,

when i listen to  my dad and mom ;
a  whim ruled my mind
i fell for you straight
your scent had something to do in that,
i could hardly think,
every time i almost swooned"

your part of the  story
has  a  sharp  razor gleam
the matador smiles,
just before the sword gets the bull,
i can almost hear the cheer of spectators,
it's the Roman crowd that still calls the shot
you and me are pawns, as time  here stand still.
that's convenient, isn't it?
you are still, and would allways
have a disarming charm,
i'd never forget that, my lovely war wound!
it would remain with me ever.

we need to learn
to take body and mind
in seperate packages,
in this quagmiry times.
i understand,
you are at it, you'll be good.

you have this black mole
on your cheek,
as you speak i was
looking at it, as if it has a different life,
it now seems a symbol of something,
i try to place , but head was muddled,
i smell a betrayal, the mole soon would go,
suddenly, i felt a whim:
to kiss the blakest bit,  still your part.
)O(

FROM
this creek,
where the
once profuse
flow of water
dry up
every passing
minute,
the fish,
that once swam,
gleefully down stream
unsuspectingly,
slowly die
frenetically beating
their tail
on naked sand bed
TO
the acme of
the galaxy that
invites with the signals
of changing patterns of light,

there is much distance
if you measure the
intergalactic
space
but it's only an arm's length
if you travel by other means.

placid lake
on it's water plane,
feels
the presence
of the blue sky-

blue vastness
gently kiss
blue depths;
the stamp of love
unfathomable
creates reflections.

wandering hands of
reflected clouds
incessantly caress
the lake surface

sky beams-
the lake had been
ardently courting it
for eons.
the lake could
hardly contain
it's leaps of joy,
the waves dance:

the sky,
-in evidence of it's
transcendental love,
incomparable-
has come down
and stamped
it's likeliness.

Perfect rows of white teeth,
bite in to a raw mango-
your intent is evident
amber eyes signal the message.
As if by transference,
sour mango taste, I get on my tongue,
induces salivation.
I feel, your cruel teeth
bite below my taut male *******

While making ardent love,
their passion did inundate;
caused a magical transformation,
a rain tree covered by vines!