Life they say is deceptive
Maybe it's true...
Peak of success gives view so seductive..
& failure arrives without clue.

Happiness now seems so elusive
Yet falls in your hands from the blue.
Pain which then  was  so passive..
sticks to you  like glue.

Ignorant you were of fear, now is active...
recovering  all its pending dues.
Yes  truly  life is deceptive......
can't predict its rainbow hues!!

East or West, oriental or occidental
whether a cowboy, an English bobby or Indian Sadu....
If science fictions come true,( usually
they do) we are just stupid earthly aliens with internal conflicts..
Hope the human race awakens to this
truth some day

from pillow talks
to
having pillows only to talk with,
somewhere we mature...
×××
from more than friends
to
just friends
somewhere we lose our self esteem...

Rolling down my cheeks the tears  of pain
Are now diluted by the pure fresh drops of rain

So here I am again ...........
snearing so you are at my return?
I can feel your smug triumph
saying to me
where were you hiding...
thinking that you are free from my clutches?

I never followed you neither sent
                                    an invitation!
Hearing this I bow down & say
  Ye..agreed ,all poets think poetry a shortway to woo their
prince or princess.
...........but truth is poems are witch1es!!

So here I am again ...........
snearing so you are at my return?
I can feel your smug triumph
saying to me
where were you hiding...
thinking that you are free from my clutches?

I never followed you neither sent
                                    an invitation!
Hearing this I bow down & say
  Ye..agreed ,all poets think poetry a shortway to woo their
prince or princess.
...........but truth is poems are witches!!

When the moon hovers hallucinated
on the post canal
breaking in bubbles of fish breath
the white widow of the night
revives her long dead tongue
to lick the scales of your skin
pulling you into her bed of nails
making love with you the whole night
leaving you bruised and insatiate
when they find your shadow
scouring the edge of the canal
with her name on its lip.