Spilled ink
torn pages
calligraphy sometimes
a clever cloak knows
what to hide.
Before you
bare me
stare in despair
and fascinating frenzy.
In response your veil crumbles.

Mountain lake
serenity soaked
lotus wrapped
calm contentment
shattered by
maddening wind
laced in glamorous thunder
into an anxious Atlantic
enticingly electric

I am home to the twilight candour,
greenish glamour of the lake below
shimmers in restless ****** thunder,
the white splashes in youthful splendour.

I am crowned with the sun's dusky ruse,
golden galore on the plethora of pine above
in contrast with deepening darkness under,
seeking a wand of wonder to port the cruise.

Chirping spring entwines fragrant coriander
emerald water kisses those shamrock shores
seaweed shades hug the valleys by the lake,
fantasy and reality blend in riverine meander.

The nook of ravishing rendezvous resides
right at this heaven that hides from you and I,
lotus petal like eyes sweeten the salt in sea,
after the storm like a shelter the land smiles.

In white
he was dressed
but all my senses screamed red,
dipped in scorching passion
as he came and stood before me
there and then, his plush lips made an O
as he uttered efficiently the word, hello
Oh! holy hell,
my feet went feeble and
my mind somersaulted,
Sudden hormonal rush
made me blush as if
I were a crazy, stupid teenager.
Oh! Please get a grip
my inner goddess pursed her lips.
His tongue rolled, the velvety sound
like a love song dipped in butter
oozed from his deliciously moist mouth,
it made no sense,
but left me soaked in sensation.
Sensuous sound of his voice
was like a melody of monsoon
on a vivaldian violin.
How I wished we were alone,
not amidst the **** crowd,
How I desired your hands
to discover my contour,
contour that craved for you.
Intense inclination induced by
what? love or infatuation?
I simply don't care, now
all I want is to have you right here.

It's been a week
the wave is away
on a romantic vacation,
before the lunatic month
of fanatic fervour!

Divinely scented beauty
invites platonic fervour
perenial plastic roses
devour the vase deliciously
that's how love drenched
tactile triumph whirls
your mind completely

When one fine day,
from the dirt laced window of a public bus,
amidst the world's craziest crowd,
on a time that's least like a fairytale,
suppose, you see your city afresh
with an eye of an explorer, and
your life for a while turns into
an unplanned adventure,
a walk along the pavement becomes
a hike on an exquisite trail,
the regular rail invades the serpentine tunnel.


A city so very beautiful, you wonder, how come hides under the dusty veil of regularity!
Time throbs for a while as a random day inhales the sudden breeze of novelty.
The Sun and the shadow have all the colours trapped in one fine magical maze,
as the splash of monsoon moistens those thick bricks of dry pastels,
that's when I paint my city with the brush of my eyes and the hands of imagination.

The dark and obscure ocean
thrashing against the rugged terrain,
tempestuous imperilment at its peak,
as the sole sailing ship seeks refuge.

On the watershed we stood
watching two fervent flows
dancing to their distinct endeavours
we laughed together exquisitely
to witness the meeting
that was meant to be.

I
in a fancy veil
sailing on
the ocean of
cumulo
vermilion and violet.

I
in dense delusion
waving at
the maddening moon
on the bank of
wishful rivulet.

Matters
melt in
immateriality

Mountains
become molehill

Enormity
turns in triviality

Bewildering beauty
of the azure
never renders one
overwhelmed

Finally
Flying is fulfilling

Indeed
cathartic

***** dust is everywhere
reflecting the sunlight,
enlightening the world.
Con follows pro
who doesn't know.
What you highlight
is upto you!