Not to be a cartoonist

If I were an artist, yours would be my figure.
If I were a poet, yours would be my thought.
If I were a writer, yours would be my theme.
You in mind, I don’t want to be a cartoonist.
30.12.2007

The prejudice counts

Had I not known that it was she
Who had been crowned Miss World,
Could I have given her that weight
That I had given? Prejudice counts.
30.12.2007

The merit of love

I have enjoyed seeing your grandmother sing.
I have later enjoyed seeing your mother sing.
Now I am interested in seeing you sing.
Adaptability is the merit of man’s love for woman.
30.12.2007

Without inhibition

When two make love,
The night loses its colour,
The time, its relevance,
The self, its distinction
And the space, its paucity.
Sweats taste sweet, and
Odour turns lavender.
Identity is dissolved
Shame is mortgaged.
Each one pleases and gets pleased.
Each one purrs and gets purred.
Each one yields and gets in return.
That place and that time
Give them the very heaven,
Where they float
With out any inhibition.
29.12.2007

To make one smile

I am pleased to know that you smile.
I am still more pleased to know
That I am the reason behind it.
To make smile is more than to smile
29.12.2007

The Flea

 
A flea that bit you had bitten me too.
The two bloods mingled for single blood.
The flea’s body is our marriage lobby.
Neither shame nor sin would accrue since then,
Nor would you have grown any weaker too.
By yielding to me and getting my blood
You would shed no grace nor honour either.
You will make me than the flea, happier.
Your yielding to me will not do more harm
Than what the flea has done to you, dear.
[The verse of John Donne, The Flea, rewritten]
20.12.2007

Woman’s resoluteness

Guilt, qualm, shame, stigma or repercussion:

None of them will weigh with a woman as much

As her feelings that she is not that cheep

And that let him not snatch her that easy,

When she refuses to yield corporeally

Even to the man of his choice outside.

20.12.2007