A STORY

She came through the dim,

Light clothed in the thinnest,

A transparent curtain

Hides the sanctity of love

With a touch of the wind.

With quiet steps and swinging hips

She fell into my hands.

Her buxom breast and hard nipples,

All rosy

to crush against my bare chest.

To cushion our desires

In shared warmth,

The soft body

A specimen of controlled perfection.

Sucking at her nipples

We lay unperturbed.

Head rests on her lap

And her hand weaves through

My ruffled hair

Whispering a hilarious story.

An excitement at the cost of

Critical comments.

My fingers harp on her breasts,

And calls me over

To part in embrace

From patting and petting.

Asked to awake from slumber

Away from hipnotising holocast

Emerging from the

Sea of delusions

Into the world of reality.

DREAM

"Jasmine" that catches

The mounting crowds,

In endless pursuit,

The melliferous valley

With long tentacles,

Walked into the garden

Hearing the rumble

That yeilds to none

But one-

Justice.

A glimpse of the shadow

Through the murky clouds,

With negligee and a bunch of flowers,

There stand the princess of the garden

In excuisite outlook.

In a state of frenzy,

She aroused my feelings

In exhibition.

Lo, a mirageous minx,

In cold climate I stand.

HUMOUR

Humour come not

from your heart

but from the inner surface

of the dormant feelings

submerged

in a heavy flood

flowing thro' the body.

But they lie embalmed

in the chamber

held by

the chord of

the inner instinct.

SEPARATION

We walked in hand

Thro' the cities

And country over,

Shared our sweet memories

And danced like little lambs.

Loved all over

Carried away the blessings and goodwill.

A dark hand of fate,

Woke to see

And bore not to see the happiness.

Sought out in selfishness

To carry away

The simplicity of

Innocent gracefulness

When most needed

To nurse and

Share the humour

Of our reflections of the past,

Now driven to a place of desolution

And point of no return.

SMILE

Smile of a hypocite

Is like poison,

Smile of a girl

Excites our sensuousness,

Smile of a chile

Rejenuvates a feeling of love and beauty,

Smile of a virgin

Unfolds the secret of her success,

Smile of a whore

Exposes the animal instinct,

Smile of a lady

Betrays the virtue of her secluded thoughts,

But-a smile of good thoughts

Consoles to enliven

Those frustrating efforts.

AM I A CRITIC?

How are poems written?

They are musical and rhythmic,

Sweet and simple

And easy to follow?

How are poems written now?

Are they symbolic and abstract,

Vague and puzzling

In modern times?

Pondering over

To decipher

Those scattered lines

That lay in bonds,

As a spongy fruit

Within the hard shell.

Tender is your heart

Where the beauty lies

Not in your smiling face

Nor the disdainful one,

But from your innocent blush

That holds the key

To the secret

That lie hidden

In your chastity

Embedded with love

And sincerety.

MAHATMA

Those lucent men abode,

Rumble came below,

Foe a sorrowful departure

Away from Mankind.

He departed

In search of wisdom elsewhere.

Single he went

to a place of eternity.

Foe he was the great--

And left too soon

Leaving his subect to proceed.

Revolution was in his blood,

Reformation was his principle.

He rebuked and scorned,

Pure were his words and deeds.

All religion that entertains

Has a few to speak.

Preaching and practising

In alleys and streets---

The words of the MAHATMA

NATRURE'S GAME

There stand a poppy

Nudging with a sway,

Nature sows t nappy

In light so grey.

Water rushes below

Because the night was seducing.

Drowned in sorrow,

There he sat thinking

For days together in dark.

Walking in solitude

In a blossomed park,

For there rose a tide

A big sweeping one

Nature played and played,

For there was none to save

and down he fell dismayed.

A MOMENT OF JOY

A MOMENT OF JOY

Those two dreamy eyes

Is just so nice,

A long and slender nose

lanked ny cherry cheeks,

A pair of lips

Matching a garden rose,

Tastes-far sweeter than honey?

The wild blowing hair

That is raven black

Falls across the face

Like an embroidered lace

Of intricately woven pattern.

Light from the lantern

Throws a glimpse

Of the natural feaures.

With a sense of anxiety,

That face blushes

In animation

That flowered her thoughts

For a searching answer

Growing within her.

AN ECHO

AN ECHO

On a distant hill there stands

An old battered house.

Born to shield--

From the burning sun.

In the garden there flowered

Atree of emotion.

To quench its thirst

There flowed a small stream

That carried

The seed of frustration.

Lo' the westward wind

Carried my fruitful song

Which reverberated

Within those ruined walls.

Through the dying echo

A soft spoken voice-

The labour of my

Waiting years,

Drowned in a flood of perspiration,

Thawing the frozen snow

With a sigh of relief.

EPITAPH

Sun, Stars and moon,

Wind, rain and darkness

In the world of lonely confinement, and

The nature around

Shares the warmth

Of their body

And transforms my mind

A storehouse

Of unbound happiness.

Caressing, love, music and kiss

Are the primary

Assets of life.

Mother, friend, mate and guide,

A tender touch

Curtains my sorrows,

A mate to share my thoughts,

A guide through

The narrow path

In darkness

Thro' the "Garden of Eden",

There inscribed my 'epitaph'.