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?

31.12.99, Palakkad

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.

29.12.99, Palakkad

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.

25.12.99, Palakkad

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

Indian gods

Kali solves immediate wants,

Muruga solves long felt wants,

Krishna, the perpetual wants,

And Siva, the eternal wants.

Kali is police more in awe.

15.12.99, Palakkad

The snatched one values

A lad is keen on the virginity of the lass

That he intends to marry. Next only is the rest.

A paramour corners a woman

Knowingly that she is not a virgin.

A paramour is stronger than a lover in love and pursuit.

The stolen one is dearer than the beloved

Why? Pleasure lies in usurping.

15.12.99, Palakkad

God selectively protects.

Millions and millions of soldiers now and then

Over three to four decades march ahead and die

Except one or two, fortunate to pair on the way.

One per month over three decades come to the stage

The princess but all went empty hand to die

Except one or two, destined to meet their pair.

Thousands and thousands of seeds escaped

Out of pods year after year but one or two grow,

The rest dying in decay with no one to rescue.

To give life to a few,

Gametes and embryos

In billions die.

Where is God to rescue?

10.12.99, Palakkad

Confluence

A man enjoys lying on a woman’s breast,

Being held, suckled and even babied.

The man relaxes his iron muscles and thrust

And rejoices being lulled to infantile thirst.

A woman enjoys bearing him upon her bosom,

Holding, beholding and even mothering.

She finds her supremacy over his heroism

And rejoices in her power of stupefying.

The mother power, the woman power,

The vaginal power, her womb and nipple

All suck in by a man during play in bed.

A powerful river flows into the sea.

And it turns powerless in dissolving.

Tranquility emerges in confluence.

09.12.99, Palakkad

Lawful claims

He is her man who makes her blush

And who turns her, before him, tense.

He is her man who makes her dumb

And who turns her, to his moves, mum.

He is her man to whom she grows

Wild in bewilderment and whom she minds.

She is his woman who sends him mad

Of her, and who blinds him, against all odds.

She is his woman, who haunts him,

And who without reasons imprisons him.

She is his woman to whom he wills

To file all his to win over her will.

If so, we two befit

I revived your bridal blush,

And you, my servility. .

08.12.99,Palakkad

You will lose…

Men, beware! The things you don’t use,

You will ultimately lose. Your wife, too.

Women, Beware! The things you won’t rule

You will eventually lose. Your husband, too.

07.12.099, Palakkad

Beggar is better

A dependent is worse than a beggar,

Though both of them don’t get self respects,

In that he, unlike the beggar, would get

Humiliations from his known people.

01.12.99, Madras

The old one, a voyeur

All women, young and old,

Equally tempt old men too

But refuse to answer them.

No pity! Let the old treat them

As statues, and be their voyeurs.

30.11.99, Madras

Where resides ease?

In presence of anyone

You are not at ease, rather tense.

Only in seclusion,

You are at ease and in rest.

You get it when in the toilet

26.11.99, Palakkad

Equality in sex [India]

Premarital love when unearthed

Is tolerated. Not much fuss is there

When man’s post marital love is found out.

Extra marital love executed

By a man is also exempted.

A woman having a paramour is crucified.

A widow too is thus prohibited.

Where does the sex equality exist?

25.11.99, Palakkad

The root of the beauty

Flat nose is not a sign of beauty.

But Zeenth Aman ?

Dwarf is not striking.

But Revathy, a ducky?

Long stress is an embodiment.

But Iswarya Roy?

Dog ear is an irritation.

But Monisha Koirala?

Figure is not the beauty.

It is something

That charges from behind.

25.11.99, Palakkad 

False hope misleads you^

When you gain friendship with a woman

You feel having in you something special

That her husband lacks for her, and takes granted 

That she could yield. You will be spit at..

No wife would break her pride.

25.11.99, Palakkad

Love that is pure

What I thought I can’t write.

What I wrote I can’t phone.

What I phoned, I can’t speak.

What I speak in person is dry.

Yet passion hits the shore

In your vision and your short talks.

No such happening is with others,

Even in amorous talks with them.

Is it the sign of pure love?

25.11.99, Palakkad

Charvaka [a philosopher]

One’s life span is not by number of heart-beats

but by happy moments of the heart’s throbs.

‘Eat, drink and be merry.’ Charvaka has said.

It is early as Vedic philosophy.              

25.11.99, Palakkad

Rape finds no pleasure

Rape is where man tastes the flesh of the dead

In molestation, he tastes the live flesh.

Seduction is where minds are at stake

And where love and affection flourish.

25.11.99, Palakkd

                     

Honey in demand

Honey is sweet, taken in teaspoonful.

Milk is taken in cups.

Sweetheart is sweet, distantly tasted.

Wife is milk taken in lump and often.

Honey and sweetheart attract man.

 25.11.99, Palakkad      

Love, a good conductor

Your tone over phone, neither feminine nor masculine,

Once in a week or so, nervous, and with hidden passion,

Nevertheless, resonates to my senses in repetition

 Like a bruised gramophone record, you in my vision.

25.11.99, Palakkad

The whore fares

The whore is the woman

Who sells her body, not her heart.

 In adultery, the woman

Sells, bodily or not, the very heart.

A cuckold is more ill fated

Than one whose wife was a whore.

24.11.99, Palakkad

Less, better than nil

Women of beauty are in demand.

They grow immune to men’s demand.

Thronging men leave with empty hand.

It is common women that answer their knocks.

24.11.99, Palakkad

Be there an introspection

Parents type I:

You feed the dog;

It guards the yard.

You pay the maid;

She is your aid.

Bone and flesh,

Parents gave you.

Without their nod

You flee with a lad.

You are ungrateful;

Parents are indignant.

Parents type II:

Plants give flowers

For bees to hover.

Moon sends light

For lovers to delight.

Cow yields calf.

Calf selects the bull.

Your bone and flesh-

Out of parents’ blush.

Give bone and flesh,

With one you wish.

Your joy parents cherish.

They have no remorse.

Which parents need pat:-

The one demanding a return

Or the one retaining the love?

22.11099, Palakkad

Fire, to be extinguished

He had a taste for her; his desire caught fire.

He was mad for her echo; his fire grew violent.

He elicited her nod; his fire went ablaze.

He found her moving out; his fire remained intense.

His grip is loosening; his fire is flickering.

Time may split them apart; his fire will be soaked.

Then he will smear that ash with air and pride,

Till he himself becomes ash on the pyre.

21.11.99, Palakkad

Love and sex, different

To hold back your husband,

You let him know that you are in demand.

To have your freedom of movement,

You give him a long rope to move away.

To like someone is not to disown

Your own but to make you a fit one.

Love and sex are not one,

Nor is it two sides of one coin.

The latter cannot usurp the former.

No freedom of joy

With thralldom of sex

19.11.99, Palakkad

Love is in draining

Mother dries her breasts and wets her child’s womb.

She derives pleasure in losing hers for it.

Man dries his pride and wets his lover’s heart.

He reaps pleasure in lowering his self.

18.11099, Palakkd

Shift of sex

Flowers are, in general, endowed with

Scent and nectar to woo bees and flies

For the ultimate goal of impregnation.

Then why do the Jasmine and the Rose,

Known for scent and nectar, fail,

In their courtship, to get impregnated?

Do they copy men and women,

Who want only sex and not its fruit?

18.11.2000, Palakkad.

The hidden lust

In penning, playing, and singing

Their love for Radha and Krishna,

People cry out their lust,

On the pretext of worship.

17.11.99, Palakkad

[krisna is the God incarnation and Radha, a woman in love with Him in legend. Lots of dance drama about them are enacted through out]

Affinity or beauty

A nude in ‘Debonair’,

A model in ‘Femina’,

A star in ‘Filmfare’,

And you in a photo,

Who of them is intense

In appeal –

Nudity,

Obscenity,

Or affinity?

Your photograph

Is in my purse

To enthuse me,

And sometimes, in bed

For me to fantasize.

15.11.99, Palakkad

Music, a stimulant

Amorous verses

By Vairamuthu,

Lusty tune

By A.R.Rahman,

Sexy voice of

Anuraha Sriram,

All in blend

Send me senseless,

Hormone in spate,

Feelings unabated.

13.11.99, Palakkad

Lust, the root of youngness

Women portrayed

In romantic classics,

Heroines decked out

In celluloid,

Sexy music

In lusty lyrics, and

Thoughts and deeds

Fully around women

Are all manifestation

Of lust and lust

That men miss in their nests.

Lust, we need not detest.

Every action zeros to lust.

Every organ zeros to carbon.

13.11.99, Palakkad

With a pass, no trespass

You saw me from the yard.

Then…

You greeted from the threshold.

Then…

You invited me to tea.

Then…

You served me dinner too.

Then…

No more call, I am at wait.

Only that much kind

Or only that much bold

You are, my dear!

All the time

I have entered with a pass.

In future too,

I shall not trespass.

11.11.99, Cennai

The pearl and waves

Easy to trace are errors,

Like waves above the sea.

Hard to find is the core,

Like pearls deep in the sea.

The one who sees the waves

Misses the very pearls.

That is why, I see in you,

Underneath, the pearl, dear.

11.11.99, Chennai

Fencing

The flower in my yard

has no appeal.

The flower that has appeal,

is in his yard.

The flower in my yard

to him has appeal.

The flower in his yard

for him has no appeal.

The fencing makes all the hell

11.11.99, Chennai