My poor, stupid poodle,
peed on the pedestal
of Cleopatra's needle
on Victoria embankment,
near the Golden Jubilee bridge.
( Oh! I am miserable!
I couldn't stop the debacle)
The poodle's puny misdeed
embarrassed not just me,
but the whole city of Westminster,
as fire alarm rang out loud,
when an overzealous constable
gave a distress signal.
It brought the fire chief himself,
who came rushing to meet
the emergency situation,
thinking the poodle was trying
to put out a fire erupted
on the ancient monument,
once shipped to England,
overcoming great adversities,
from Africa, long back.

Plant becomes a tree as it grows
But you never know..
Child becomes a mature
But you never know..
Day slides to night
Infront of your eyes
But you never know..
Changes reflect so bright
As life moves from left to right
But you never know..
All you know is
Change is permanent
With no government..
But in your profile
Its loss or profit..
Which you never know...

Is this hell?
Staring at the seat of your pants
I can see each thread of the denim.

Your deity lies on the sofa across from us;
this house is empty
except for the bed and your single barrel shotgun.

That wasn't me, I want to say;
you keep poor tempo with drums.
Is this hell?

You hold me close so I can hear you tell me
that you have to keep me away;
I saw your naked body by the knives.

This is hell;
we were going to have chicken tonight;
a one night stand salad of condoms.

I saw your naked body in the knives,
your naked body,
and the knives,

and a wild hog as I chased you down the road
as you drive off with your deity on the front seat,
and this is hell, I say,

this is hell,
and your naked body,
and the knives...

A Dream about the River Euphrates.                                                              

As far as the eye can see.
Sandy beaches, reeds along the River’s shores, widely stretched out sand coloured  rock formations, plain desert grounds.
Lone palm trees rise up just as other vegetation randomly sown, throughout the landscape.
Just one soul behold this beauty.
His sapphire waters gently flow.
Shining  brightly with dazzling radiance.
Changing colour into a clear emerald translucency.
The scent of his liquid embrace fills the heart’s desire to Love.
Afloat on Euphrates’  whispering stream.
Warm, soft and smoothly.
Blissfully.
Is it me who is that lost soul?
It seems it is.
It feels that way.
Time, space…. they seem to have vanished , they are just absent.
Just  being there together.
Mighty Euphrates, beckoning  to enter into his soft waves…
Sensing Euphrates’ sweet caress while the  heart unfolds.
His waters softly cuddling.
Feeling  his soul –healing powers.
He could drown me, take my life….
But he does not.
Weightlessly floating through his  tranquil, bright emerald.  
Golden rays of sunlight enter the realm of his translucent flow of life.  
As body and soul surrender ….
Unclad as on the first day….
Euphrates’  sweet caress …my soul breaks adrift.

Walking along the bank
    of the  prancing village brook,
lined with screwpines
in full bloom spreading
                  musky scent
                 and shamelessly imitating the color of  your skin,
thinking of you all along,
on the way to Krishna temple
you frequent,
I see a surge-
a bevy of giggling village belles,
your ***** friends,
march forward,
holding the hearts of young men to ransom,
teasing me on the sly,
for courting you so ardently.
Who can stop them,
a barrage breach of
Cupid's darlings,
tailing me by chance.

   My eyes searched everywhere,
                    but but missed you so much,
     today they miss,
the crown jewel they deserve,
to be in the middle,
that can be only you always!

On the imaginary crown of them
you would have shone,
added charm and embellished
their victory lap,
in the guise of temple visit,
to worship the Lord, lover nonpareil,
whose love life is our lore.

              On long black tresses
they wore garlands of jasmine,
    can't help pity their haste
and muddled taste,
    you would have told your brood,
how jasmine would have felt,
     unless perfectly adorned on hair, those
incomparable blessing in fragrance.

With sudden fury, madness rang through the air
just then a flock of glorious birds
so free in bluest skies, flew by
and we away with them
Now gone from sight
our earthly bodies,
become winged spirits
angels taking flight