Ruthless game

All the time I fought for your glance

And, at last I caught it to my pleasure.

Then I fought for your audience,

Which too, came to me as my treasure.

What all I fought in the rest,

You screened and scorned.

Is it from the fear of guilt

That you refuse to advance or

You stopped playing sports or

You have switched over?

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END

The cleverest woman

The cleverest woman is she,

Who refuses to leave even

The slightest clue to trace from,

And yet could extract

All the energy stored in him,

And who enjoyed being pursued,

Adored, cajoled and excited

Without any doubt to others.

Let it be. As long as it went

It was a pleasure to him.

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Thoughts, indelible

Time slowly departs;

Vision gradually fades;

Voice goes feeble.

Darkness engulfs.

Our parting is imminent

But my thought is bright.

What scenes you enacted

Are still there in it,

In multiple prints.

I think you, too, have such thoughts.

Enough, it is only my wish.

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Who is to blame?

I know that I can’t get you.

Yet I want you.

I know that I won’t get you.

Yet I want you.

I know that I shouldn’t get you.

Yet I want you.

Who is to blame?

Ask the God!

25.12.99, Maldives

An island beauty

A tiny frame, as high as

Five feet and three inches,

So elegant, so supple,

Weighing thirty-five kilograms,

So youthful, so tender,

At her two and twenty,

Pleasant but not extravagant,

She stunned me at first sight.

Square face, square forehead,

Square jaw, square shoulders,

And square nose on thin frame,

She had changed

The grammar of beauty.

A Mongolian beauty.

Unobtrusive breast and

Un-ejecting buttocks

Added only colour to her

Bravado looks.

Her velvet hairs, plaited, tucked

Above and pinned atop,

Baring the lemon nape,

Is an Ajenta in drawings.

She commanded my respect.

She summoned my reverence.

But for she, called Zeenas,

My three days sea voyage

Might be a waste.

Long live, the poor Maldivian.

25.12.99, Maldives

Urges of lust

Sexual urge meets with the coitus.

Carnal urge meets with the bites.

Bio-urge meets with the impregnation.

Psycho-sex urge meets with the child-care

And socio-sex urge meets with self welfare.

Lust is the force behind.

Lust is the source for all forces.

25.12.99, Maldives

Blossom enough

It is her sheer shyness that drew me to her.

It is for her very shyness that I loved her.

The shyness put her lust in store and seal.

To boil the lust and break the seal is my zeal.

We study in a class year after year without a pass.

Over the lesson, neither of us got bored.

In repetition of same emotional exchanges

Without any advance, neither of us abhorred.

Yes, blossom has only fragrance, not seeding.

18.12.99, Palakkad