You Are Beautiful

I don’t know all the possibilities Of a wine glass. They are random Carved into chance; serendipity to snake eyes. And still when I take a wine glass In my hand, and sip her a little My fickle lips become steady To your firm contact.

Life Begins at 40 (On my 40th B’day)

  With age everything gets thicker The waistline, glasses and the shirt-fit But then you realize – as you stare at your wife – What a blessing age is, after all, all you have to do Is to look at the her hips and buttocks To realize that age is a miracle worker After all…

A Text Message and More

I texted you “have a nice day” Seemingly lost for other words – The hackneyed they say has a powerful voice – And in that morning ritual, I found a little humdrum Of what is absent yet thought-provoking What we take for granted – An SMS And when I see you back again at twilight…

A Kiss (yet yet yet again)

A kiss is seemingly film carrying flesh Lipstick paint scribbling on shades of pink A kiss can nimble or devour Can smack or linger, it is like cloud formation When two become one and moisture pours out A kiss is both the essence and the quintessence The strange and the familiar, the nonsensical And the…

Ballad To Venus

Hold me For I’m the cotton handkerchief To your pale blue eyes Rope me For I’m the rugged jetty To your untrusting shoulder-blades Wait for me For I’m the Nimbus cloud To your heart’s drought Bloom on me For I’m the crescent of the night To your tender jasmine eyes Lean on me For my…

Election

One day Amidst the chemistry of gaze And the anatomy of love We simply could not weather The monsoons within As flood gates opened To the overflow of the present to the future As we made an everlasting memory In lip-slips and tongue-slides When two sovereignties yielded To the perfect democracy Of casting their vote…

First Kiss

The day I walked from the periphery To the center From onlooker to occupant When you wrapped me With all you could Fingers, elbows and limbs When in that brief Cameo on your lips I found a tornado inside Searching for any morsel Left unturned As I became as blind And head-over heels As a…

A Kiss (Yet Again)

Fahrenheit imbued lips Smoldering in rustling tremors To slap one sappy surface And fumble towards quench Thirst of mercurial desire Poisoning as collateral Of what touch entangles For taste to convene.

A Kiss

The medium and the matter Like fogs of exhale and dewy lips The spell of irises And the witchcraft of rapprochement The gentle winds And the rocking heartbeat The prelude of anticipation And the exfoliation of passion The noise of collision And the silence of collusion Acquiescent compasses On frothy poles of magnetic pink In…