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