Every shake, an ache

For safety, you can apply brake.

But, for my sake, don’t break

The relation I had built brick by brick.

 A little shake, my heart will ache. 

10.09.99, Palakkad 

Too late

Had you aborted it

At its embryonic stage,

Had you strangulated it

At its infantile stage

Or had you terminated it

At its tender age,

My agony for it

Would not have been that much.

Now it is too late.

Allow it to live its youth.

I mean our relation,

That you shouldn’t thrash.

25.08.99, Palakkad

Better be grass

Love grows

When both gather in the way.

Love thrives

Even when they are away.

But it dies out

Once one of them turns away.

Grow therein

Sometimes thorns in the way.

Don’t turn away

For thorns to grow

25.08.99

Soul and the body.

As long as the soul

Loves the body

There sticks fortitude.

Pain could be borne

For pleasure to follow.

Once the soul deserts

The body, it is dead.

Where is the fortitude?

Where is the pain?

Where is the pleasure?

Soul is forgotten.

You, the soul,

I, the body.

Be they together

25.08.99, Palakkad

Turn to light

You are inclined to listen

When I talk to you,

It is a pleasure.                           

A glass- to transpire.

You are inclined to answer

When I talk to you,

It is a double one.

A mirror to reflect.

If you initiate to talk

I am in focus.

It is a triple one.

A light to illuminate.

When will you turn

To illuminate?

19.08.99

Love drops defects

Near-look finds out defects;

Dear-look shuts out defects.

Instant look notices potholes;

Fervent look ignores them.

No beloved is ugly

To her lover

12.08.99, Palakkad

Love demands distance

Corporal love

Is a magnetic pull

That operates

Between two sexes

Only when there is a distance,

And would cease

When the sexes fuse

By a wedlock.

Lovers’ pull is

Couples’  envy 

12.08.99

Love – self-flowing

Let her be free of coaxing,

Whom you love ardently.

To you if she returns,

She is then only yours.

Love is not a demandable

 commodity. Be worthwhile.

07.08.99, Palakkad

Infidelity

A woman up to her middle age

Is tempted by men elder to her.

She emboldened herself to stupefy

Lads, after her forty plus.

A man up to his early manhood

Is tempted by women of his age.

Having crossed his middle age,

Man is wicked enough to hook lass.

Infidelity raises its head

At any stage of either sex

As an epitome of lust

In all, who are potent.

07.08.99, Palakkad

Comfort blinds

A woman observes her chastity

Either turning herself to impotency

Or submitting to the ethic’s dictates.

Others are only outwardly chaste.

From ignorance flows the comfort.

So between the spouses exists rapport.

01.08.99, Palakkad   

Beauty – deeper than skin

From suppleness and comeliness,

Suppleness itself stands for beauty

From agility and beauty, the agility,

From poise and grace, the poise,

And from passion and glamour,

The passion, can stand for beauty.

I find you supple, agile, poised,

Passionate, and that is beauty.

08.08.99, Palakkad

Love is blind

Should love be a psycho-sex affinity

That springs from the instincts

And strikes between man and woman

Can it limit itself to the man made boundaries?

Love defies man made status.

Tamed love is neither innate.

01.08.99, Palakkad

Lust has no shyness.

The sipped syrup or the bitten dishes

Are the ones sullied by others’ tongues,

So I detest. But your very tongue,

To reach I am very much in anguish.

Why?

The rubbish decay or the rotten eggs

Are so much a repelling odour

So I detest. But your very armpit,

To inhale it I’m very much eager.

Why?

Hand is washed while private part

Is held, after the toilet.

But when at bed, her very part

One shies not manipulating it.

Why?

Is it that lust has no eyes?

Or that it alone has eyes

To discriminate the bliss

And to retrieve one to the sense?

Latter must be.

What to the rational is dirty

Is to sex pretty;

What to the sensible is foul

Is to sex agreeable;

What to mind is ugly

Is to sex holy.

31.07.99, Palakkad.

The farmer and the lover

A farmer toils his field and sows seeds

To reap manifolds of his deeds.

A lover digs love-mine and lifts dirt

Of million loads to trace some gold.

A lover is happier than a farmer

Regardless of being a net earner.

25.07.99, dPalakk

Obstinate love

I hate those who to you are inimical.

I love those who to you are cordial.

I befriend them who to you are helpful.

I please those who you take care of.

I am in love with you, which is pure.

I am in love with you not for any return.

I shall love you even if you fail to.

My love for you never dies.

My lust for you ever persists.

It is dismal for me, if ignored.

Loving is not a sin;

Rejecting it?

Selfish love is impure;

Selfless love?

Wrong forgiven,

It is one’s highness;

Good, if ignored?

Ponder.

24.07.99, Palkk

The return of prodigal sleep

The sleep had left me the day

You were destined to get away.

It has been to me an Iron day.

After tormenting seventy days,

At last the sleep came to me the day

You paid us a visit with family

And granted me a few wishes,

Notwithstanding your virtual exit.

In that beyond doubt I felt

Me, you have not left

Though the venue you had left.

It is to me a Silver day.

I was fully engrossed the day

We paid you our family visit

When I was granted touches

Of your arm and hand,

A rare fortune ever importuned.

It is to me a Golden day.

Diamond-day and Platinum-day

Are ahead in our way

When you are on my arm

And me, in your palm.

To return from half way trodden

Is as effortful as to have full way trodden.

Then, why not a full way trodden?

Retreat not, lest the treasure be thrown.

21.07.99, Palakkad 

The farewell ^w

A farewell I wanted

To be well befitted,

That some thwarted;

Still undaunted

And having rebounded,

I had it hosted,

[That had exalted

Than I expected

Or than grudged by some,]

For you,

The poised.

I was delighted

As you were glorified.

No adieu I bade

As I linger

Where you tread.

18.07.99, plalkk

Prenayavarnam

‘Returns of many days’,

my dear, you averred

on July eighth day

when my Bharany starred.

I am not the first you wished.

You are not the first who wished.

Yet, a lot I’ve been charged with

As it is the first ever

From you to me, dear.

It is the boon awaited,

That you had granted

To meet my expectation.

It is the love you tongued,

Tearing your coyness

Without any compunction.

It is the key that opened

The gerpegreha of the Goddess

In the Mandir to my propitiation.

It sounds like a prenava-mantram,

Resonating a prenaya-varnam

From your prenava-illam.

08.07.99, Plalsk

A truant

Not read, you said;

Two days later, too,

Not read, you repeated.

Unbelievable, yet averred.

The tone I understood.

let me be your doormat

For your velvet sole

To brush against. Don’t tread

Me with the boots on.

1.07.99, palkad

[a sentimental letter]

You, as I know.

You, full of guilt,

Extremely shy,

And prone to shiver.

You,

Full of passion,

Strong in emotion

And still placid in vision.

You,

Good at desk,

Lazy in house works

Or in domestic cores.

You,

At ease with brain

But less so with limbs

And in manuals.

You,

For being admired

And pampered

Rather than vice versa.

You,

keen to be fondled

And to be nestled

But in no way to requite.

You,

Eager to be dotted on

By any in position

And not keen in repetition.

You,

Not one enticing

Nor one yielding

But choosy for entertaining.

You,

Discreet to foster me,

Me not the only one

But not a festered one.

You,

Who fully I know,

Accordingly I befit

And shall keep aloft.

You,

The apple of my aye,

Is kept bouncing and buoyant

By me, myself thus vibrant.

You,

Who can’t be apart,

Are in me a part

And July twelfth can’t part.

07.07.99, Palaak [a send off]

The symbiosis

Your man and my woman

Stand there as two trees above,

We both, as their roots below,

Feed each other to nourish

Our trees above to flourish.

Unaware, they, too, aren’t in anguish.

Is not it fit for us to cherish

In that because of you, me and

Because of me, you, grow rich

In our luster to entice our partners?

One can fence the shoots;

Can one, the roots?

One can guard the bodies

Can one, the hearts?  Palakkad29.06.99                                                                               
                                     

Male Chauvinism

A woman wants a chest to rest on.             

For her nest that she gets ample

From her husband in her life span.

Also she wants a pair of manly arms.

To hold her fast in her life cycle.

That she finds slackening in time

As her spouse grows weary of her charm.

Helpless she reels under male chauvinism.

Monogamy breeds Monotony,

Which in turn breeds Infidelity.

15.06.99, Palakk

To chide is to love

On that day

The eve of that very much looming day,

You entered my court

As would Kannaghi to the

King Pandya’s,

Evidently indignant

At my shelving of your

Parting day,

And emboldened

To chide me outright

For my intent act.

A surprise from the one

Who is hard to provoke.

I rejoiced at 

Your anger, a pseudo-anger

Of my Primrose.

Without intimacy

Who could dare take

With her king

That much liberty?

Is not it a sign of your

Latent proximity?

Only she chides

Who endears.

14.06.99, Palakkad

The pity of pities

In a year,

You brought me

Ten years younger.

In a month,

You sent me

Ten years older.

In a year,

You exuded my

Hormones to that of a lad.

In a month,

You defused it

Far less to one older than me.

In a year,

You kindled me

To soar to the peak.

In a month,

You bundled me

To plummet to the ditch.

But in a year,

You activated in me

The finest faculty.

It is in a month

That you motivated

It to result in fruiting.

In a month of setting,

Impulses suffered a lot.

Intellect reaped a lot.

Stress breeds in one

The best

Though in the process,

It upsets

Him, the pity of pities.

Can you put me back

To saddle high in the track?

13.06.99, Palakkad

No harm done

It is man who pursues.

It is woman who eludes.

It is man who advances.

It is woman who retreats.

It is man who whips.

It is woman who skips.

As such I did you no harm

But was led by basic instincts.

Curse me not

13.06.99, Palakkad

The myth

Being receptive to my heed

You rejected not my love.

In value, I’m appreciated.

For that you’re not depreciated.

By my deeds and words

You were kindled to bloom.

In value, you’re appreciated.

For that I ’m not depreciated.

By body and sense, either

way, were not we tinted?

But

Hearts are beset;

Minds are septic;

Thoughts are haunted;

Feelings are crippled;

Path is bleak.

Are we not depreciated

Each for the other

To get the other appreciated,

By feeding the other?

It is a myth to think otherwise.

13.06.99, Palakkad

Two to one

Hearts are two

But love is one.

Minds are two

But passion is one.

Senses are twins

But feeling is one.

Brains are two

But wave is one.

Corporally two

But sensually, they are one.

By sex they are two,

Who by orgasm are one.

You and I are two.

When will we be absolutely one?

Law of lust defies

All laid down rules

Powerless and Ethical

Under iron Fate it reels.

13.06.99, Palakkad

 

The Choice

Were there a choice

Between you and my family

Mine will be ‘you’.

Were there a choice

Between you and my wealth

Mine will be ‘you’.

Were there a choice

Between you and beauties

Mine will be ‘you’.

Were there a choice

Between you and kingdom

Mine will be ‘you’.

That much you are dearer.

Could you be kinder?

Could you be a crusader?

Me, you arrested, shackled,

Captivated and at the end

Imprisoned for life.

Undo your sins

Before I sink

13.06.99, Palakkad

The Deadliest

The sharpest weapon

I saw in your look.

The sweetest music

I heard from your talk.

The sexiest part

I found in your lips.

The costliest diamond

I had in your comments [of me]

The kindest act

I got in your acceptance.

The heavenliest nest

I set in your heart.

The tastiest feeds

Should be your mouth.

The warmest feeling

Should be my embrace.

The safest rest

Should be your company.

The greatest bliss

Will be in our confluence.

But the deadliest blow

You give me by tantalizing.

Don’t reap sins

 13.06.99,Pkd