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