For a healthy living

‘Don’t love me if you don’t trust me.
I don’t love men having no trust.’

‘Don’t love me, as you don’t excite.
I don’t love women unexciting’.

Both aspirations must be met
To ensure a healthy binding.
09.09.2005

Mind your woman

If you refuse your wife your eyes
There are men to lend theirs.
If you refuse your wife your ears
There are men to lend theirs.
Unless you mend she is under threat.
31.08.2005

What is the use?

She has face; she has grace.
She has shape; she has spice.
I have craze; I have crush.
She’s chaste; what is the use?
27.08.2005

Dignity matters

Placement and poise take a woman
To her dignity,
To which is linked her chastity,
Away from the intention of adultery,
Where rests her husband’s safety.
17.08.2005

Woman’s wish

Woman takes it as her pride
To make men long for her.
She takes it as her insult
If men chose to reveal it.

He must starve; it’s her wish.
17.08.05

Malt whisky

Woman is a malt whiskey
That gets better with time.
Woman in her middle age
Surpasses her earlier looks.
14.08.05

I can’t but love.

I want to be close to the one I love most.
Be it at what cost and at what result.
No matter if it yields me fruits or not,
I want to be close to the one I love most.
13.08.2005

Fruit crave parrots

Men are sadist;
They slave to women
To make them slave.
They eat up women,
Who crave being eaten up
As fruits crave the parrot.
05.08.2005

Laughs

A woman laughs more, laughs often.
She laughs more in front of men,
More so in front of whom she values
And a man enjoys her every laugh.
05.08.2005

Whipping is passion

In your wife, you strip her of itch.
In a spinster, of her blush too, in a virgin,
Of her purity too and in a married, her virtue too.
The more you strip the more you whip.
05.08.05

Be reconciled.

My husband teaches girl students,
Some of whom have on him crush.
Can I forbid it?

My wife teaches boy students,
Some of whom have on her crush.
Can I forbid it?

Be reconciled.
10.07.2005

The growth of sex

To fall in love is easy.
To pursue one is sweet.
Intimacy is ecstasy.
Marriage is the climax
08.07.2005

Means’ pleasure

I conceived many a time
But failed to deliver a baby.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of having conceived.

I mated with him many a time
But wasn’t impregnated at all.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of having mated.

He courted me for a long time
But it didn’t result in mating.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of being courted.

I was pursued by many a one
But to no one did I say no.
It didn’t deny me the pleasure
Of being each man’s darling.

Ends can’t rob means’s pleasure.
28.06.2005

Young mothers

Visit a college to see girls
And a nursery school,
Where mothers come with their kids.
You will know who is more alluring.
20.06.2005

Sun and moon together

I haven’t seen you for the last three years.
You’re seen to have grown young by these years.
Face more charming, hair still styling, structure
Still beaming, and warmth all along flowing,
Save your twins that show signs of slackening.
You, my dear, have outshined my dearest,
Who has put fat to her skinny limbs
And has shed lustre of face and eyes
Save passion in a year since I saw her last.
Today is a rare day when I have seen
My moon and my sun together under a roof.
Having charged you both, I go back charged.
13.06.2005

An odd to a man from a woman.

Why must I like to entertain you?
Why must I long for your presence?
How’s that we speak nonsense with a sense?
Is it love? Mixed with sex? Be it.

I don’t want to betray it though it is.
Let us meet and talk to leak our thirst.
You must know a woman swims in knee deep.
Much is at stake; don’t push her to hip deep.

I love you; yes, I do, sexually.
Let it blossom like jasmine, not fruiting.
Dignity at stake, passion suffers.
Lust must live, not to suffocate.

Don’t put me to test, instead ease me out.
Let us be outwardly friends to sustain love
Do love me in fantasy as I do.
Take my heart and spare my flesh, my dear!
03.6.2005

Suspecting is inborn

In spite of intimacy,
In spite of privacy,
And in spite of secrecy,
No woman of repute
Budged an inch to my wish.
Yet, I am beset with doubts
When my woman is closeted
With men acquaintances.
23.05.2005

Supper is taken.

One’s supper is mere bread
That he takes at home.
The other’s is rich pudding
That he gets at home.
Both return home for supper;
Both sleep with their wives.
25.05.2005

Catharsis is the writers’ recourse.

I write of her whom I love which I shouldn’t.
I write of her as I couldn’t reach her nest.
I write of her as I couldn’t write to her.
Kalidasa spat his lust in his Sakuntala
(Kalidasa was a Sanskrit poet who wrote a love epic Sakuntala)
14.05.2005

I still love you

I still love you;
Treat me as you please:
A friend or foe or a doormat.
Loving you is a pleasure
Rather than loving others
Or being loved by others.
03.05.2005

A woman’s arm

A woman young and lean,
With skin fair and lovely,
Stood by me in a bus stop,
Her lateral view in my focus.
How graceful she was!
How more so her arm was!
Especially the upper one in the sleeveless!
Watch the curve of the hand;
The flesh that slides down
Back from the shoulder mount,
Spreading behind the arm pit
And sloping down to the firm elbow,
With a contrast of the shallow concave
Formed in front below the color bone,
By which it sends the profile of the chest
More protruding as if falling.
I left the site necessarily.
January 2005 11.2

Who is adamant?

Excited by a woman,
A man does everything
To pursue her in turn.
Willing to excite man,
She eludes to get pursued.
Who is adamant?
01.05.2005

What else can I?

A youthful girl is on her way.
She crosses my way every day.
Her way takes her to a boy
She is in love with, people say.
Why should I stand and wait
For her to pass my way every day?
My thatched roof slackens above;
My concrete floor cracking under,
With doors loosened and windows rusting,
Why should I stand and wait
For her to pass my way every day?
I want to see her pass my way
So that I can see her spirited gay.
What else can I look for at this stage?
20.03.2005

My love must be alive

I have brought songs for sale,
Songs I wrote of you
And of my love for you.
Today they shall be auctioned.
Paucity hasn’t reduced them
To sheer commodities;
My death knell has done.
Yes, they must be sold
To be kept safe after I die.
15.03.2005

A happy couple

A man and a woman,
Hitherto unknown, were made known
By a hand pollination,
More by convention than conviction.
The hungry wolf was on the prey
As the cage was bolted in.
The cage was bolted out too
When they yielded their calves.
Lured by the identity
They endured the differences
And preserved the unity.
They remained like that
For the need of companionship
And the want of dependence.
People brand them a loving couple.
04.03 2005

The love doesn’t return love.

You too must have stuff
To excite her, tempt her
And hold her; mere devotion
And love-talks won’t do.
17.02.2005

Not that ‘love for love

To get her love,
Your love for her
Is not enough.
You must own something
For her to love for.
You must be as
Magnetic as she.
Don’t waste in pursuits.
16.02.2005