moments we shared
like the pair of white-winged doves
that soar above,
suddenly disappear
into the grey sky with a flutter,
without even a goodbye.

memories
of the glistening autumnal moon
of the less traveled winter path
of the long and unbroken intimacy
are all there is now.
i possess nothing except the past
where you loved me so tenderly

don’t tell me how you will caress her silky hair,
how you will whisper in her ears, of how much you love her.

the truth is always meant to hurt,
as your crystal ball
tells the tale
of how it will all end.

but not tonight,
in my own nocturnal dreams,
i rejoice,
where you embrace me in a body lock,
where my lips
press against yours.


© 2021

claiming to possess a “non existent” flick which “supposedly” documents “an affair that never was”,  you lit that strike anywhere match.

soon, all of rome was burning🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

darling grace, did you stop for a moment to wonder how a meandering earthly river could physically touch the infallible sky?  

things swing from unconditional love to bitter hate.  anger, angst and heartache replace joy, banter and sizzling moments of wanton love making.

at a distance, i see the setting orange sun behind the arches of the golden gate.


the space between us
no bridge can ever connect ~~
as memories fade


© 2021

under a cloudless sky
in this city of inconstancy
a perfect half moon
dazzles

the dark half
my tamasic nature
the bright half
your sattvic smile

forget not
any light thrives only
in the depth of intense darkness
cos my crepuscular complexion
alone absorbs thy fiery splendor

darling ambika!
having given
every pore to you
nothing remains

(to be continued....)

© 2019

he
for whom
total abstinence or extreme indulgence
six of one, half a dozen of the other.....
sempiternally steeped in perfect equanimity,
effulgent as the primal flare
my crescent bearing jewel
who’s pure as jasmine

© 2019

light years distanced us
or so i speculated

the boat of life
steered by the sails of time
thru the tempest of kismet
brings me closer to home

just around the corner
a temple bell rings,
a muscular silhouette
riding a black buffalo mockingly smiles,
i hear his apocalyptic words:
I’m here

© 2019

tis the golden hour
atop this apsidal hall of sentience
seventy-two thousand bilva leaves
shimmer...
as four cosmic forces
simper
in mute surrender
to an eye-popping waltz
choreographed by
the crescent bearing jewel
who’s white as jasmine


© 2019

daughter of the ocean
i feel
your pursed lips
place an antiseptic kiss
drawing all humanity
into incessant action
through an intricate web
of pure illusion
that only you
so masterly weave

oh great goddess
the lotus-eyed one
primal cause of all
those cupid arrows of yours
launched from
a bow of flowers
pierce my tender heart


© 2019

this bang from aeons ago
unleashes a dark centrifugal fury
in far-flung M87
devouring neighboring stardust

the other side of
this hawking spectacle,
a black king cobra
entrancingly coils
around a thousand-petalled white lotus
finale of an existential journey

misery over....

© 2019

in the far reaching circumference
of your eloquent silence,
a galactic gravitational pull
tugs me deep within
busting the black hole of my own illusions.

i spy
nestled inside your incandescent halo:

avatars, bliss. compassion, divinity, enlightenment, forgiveness, grace, holiness,
infinity, joy, kindness, light, miracles,
nirvana, omnipresence, peace, quiescence,
radiance, self, tranquility, utopia, veritas,
wisdom, xenodochy, yogi, zen master
all gift wrapped in one!

the a to z of sanctity.....

untouched by clocks
i stand as a king-side pawn
who’s magnetically drawn
to that shining white light
like a moth to a flame

© 2019

those watermelons
solace for the summer scorch ~~
her lips succulent

© 2019

akhila
queen of masks!
each veil worn
to germanic perfection
they’ve become you,
hiding that true deity
lurking deep within

each motley camouflage
a charade to quell
a rising dam
of kaleidoscopic emotions
bubbling from regrettable actions
of lives past

this towering fortress
surrounding your jello heart
self built, brick by brick
and coated with
the leaded paint of distrust,
is now impenetrable

akhila
sporting a thousand faces!
lose that stealthy visor of denial,
and true to your name
open your white silk kimono
at once
to let the tides in
and watch that inner pink lotus coruscate

who am i?

the beleaguered king
tired of wearing a million cloaks
and desperately looking
to lose them all
in order to find
my true goddess akhila

© 2019

Cuddled in bed au naturel, legs twisted around that sculpted waist, I smell the english rose in the silky strands of your hennaed hair. But it’s his vetiver-tinged cologne sprawled over your swan-like neck which suffocates me.

An empty pack of Marlboro, after our hurried twist under the satin sheets,  is all that remains. Your distracted eyes during that last puff give it away. It’s our love that will go up in smoke.

continental drift
engineered by stealthy time ~~
shards of broken glass


© 2019

anahata, my darling
      how i long for union with thee

narayana, cosmic healer
      resides in this ocean of love

india, as always, for you and me
      offers solace to our bruised hearts

taamarai like
      you are grace and beauty personified

aaho purusika!
       thou art my love and my life

for her
t’was garbage
fractured glass
on its way to trash.....
to him
each shard
a fragment of a busted heart
in need of resuscitation

remnants of a failed love

© 2019

these blue waves
flashing within
just tides
emanating from heaving orbs
transmitting lugubrious messages

this aroused
but dormant volcano
only rekindled
by the stealthy healer - time

nursing sporadic,
subsistence a smorgasbord of
trivial pursuit

that starry gaze
lantern for my winding path,
your buxom chassis
my goose down duvet
from the arctic winds of seclusion


© 2019

in a world
where a drama queen
sheepishly bares
tales she could’ve easily spared
oh Krsna
wish you were here

in a world
where world leaders lie
so adeptly on the fly
oh Krsna
i wish you were here

in a world
that knows no shame
where social media
deserves quite the blame
oh my dear Krsna
we wish you were here

why is truth such a rarity?
there just isn’t any parity
in a world that’s a total nightmare
dearest Krsna
how i wish you were here

© 2019

as galaxies collide
black holes mate
and tectonic plates dance,
silly humans twitter away
asinine triviality day after day

this earth
already consumed by deathly Time
just a pimple in the universe’s prat,
about to be defecated
as cosmic excreta
to another remote corner of our multiverse

a befitting lesson
for a new generation of
lucifers, mammons and belphegors
puffed up with massive egos
yearning to play god

the real one quietly smiles
and now takes aim...


© 2019

at the center of the milky way
rests
the reclining lord of sri ranga
adorning a diadem
accentuated with a peacock feather

complexioned like
the dark rain bearing clouds
his golden navel
the true seat of
this galaxy’s black hole

a waft of
warm sandalwood
floats all through space
as i revel in the lilting tunes of
die zauberflote


© 2019

at the exotic hotel
of your capricious mind
where occupants get recycled
like towels and sheets
each day brings
new hopes and excitement

but only for now.....

that great equalizer
‘death’
which no one controls
will have the last word

let the clock
measuring your time
which is ‘the lamp of my love’
show that
there can only be
one occupant in the more
pristine hotel of your heart

till then
bye bye....

© 2019

each time
our concupiscent eyes lock,
hair on every pore
stands on end
anticipating the volcanic eruption
of libidinous passion
where
our tanned bodies collide
like galaxies
creating a perfect union

each interlude
devours a cluster of stars
from the fire generated
during the carnal ******
as vital fluids
get exchanged

is this why
the planets and stars
collude each time
and never let us come together?

or, is it because
when we do,
we trigger another big bang
populating
a whole new universe
with help from no one at all?

just the two of us


© 2019

the loose lips which sink
the ship of his love
is a river
acquainted in the sky

a river whose muddy waters
from then till now
never touched
or drunk from

her directionless flow
in need of an alternate course
more befitting her ancestral line
than her
then “substance” based existence

or so he thought.....

instead her turbulent waters
true to nature
floods the ship of his reputation
capsizing captain and ship

hand on heart
enough death bells
knelled
from the ones who truly cared

ignoring warning signals then
he thought he was right

some years later
licking soul’s wounds
he picks up his bags of sorrow
ship wrecked

this too a cosmic play of sorts!

© 2019

gratitude maximus,
earthly moms
for bearing in your ******
the burgeoning seed of intense passion
planted for forty weeks
amidst severe contractions
and extreme corporal discomfort

makes me ponder,
how that burden measures
to the pain maximus
suffered by the mother of the cosmos
who patiently hauled and delivered
the primal seed of desire
from her womb
for god only knows how long?

© 2019

with each flutter
those kohl rimmed eyes
reveal
a mirror to her heart
lips fail to deliver
heart’s murmur

her slate of the past
now wiped clean,
a new future is chalked
ruthlessly trampling
past residue

residue
may be all that I am...
soul’s temple frail
from its combat with life
but
my resilient inner beauty
audaciously still seeks
a glimmer of hope


© 2019

riding a full moon
up and down the tidal waves ~~
this turbulent mind

© 2019

space between us
once brimming
with blazing sparklers
now, just cool mist
filled with reticence

this melancholic
london fog
like a standing Fender
strums up its own lyric

flashback....
to a tropical night
where
moon stoked waves
rapped a hip-hop tune

kneeling by a buoyant ocean
our lips locked
tanned bodies entangled
as goose bumps erupted
under the auspices
of a cynical full moon

© 2019