Getting a Lover and not a Husband through a Personal Ad

The personal ad reads like this; A woman, 35 years, a chimera, Selene, on those days, she decides to flash, Just for the sake of being alive, In Godiva’s exuberance. The sun goddess, when she burns, Everything on her path, especially Men with flakey thin morals, Sometimes, she is like Demeter , Aging slowly, like…

Noisy Creatures

There is more dolphin, in our love making, More snout, fin-palms and rising from the tail, More happy noises, than what a child makes, with,  Fist pumps, and sloppy drooling sounds From her tiny little mouth. So in a A short symphonic piece I stood, knowing what I felt Could only be explained by feuding…

Soul

Clocking how speedily life unravels Is no easy feat. When you’re 40, it Seems to be getting quicker by the day, And 50, I suppose, would send Me packing to the graveyard much faster. Still there is nothing, worth carrying with you, As you learn to realize that baggage is disposable. And the only survivor…

A Sonnet (Parted Lovers)

Absence makes the heart grow fonder Of two souls, fate carved asunder T’was the tango of love, in fool’s brace She was armed for the moment, in corset lace Now she looks through the window pane, Like him through the broken sane, Hath both flown with Daedalus’s wing The sun was in reach, for lovebirds…

Love Spoken

The mother of all feelings Smother you as the breast hides What could be unlocked, In a simple enquiry. The tongue Steals a moment of breaking The shackles of tongue-tied, And poses a question that in earnest Holds a porcelain moment That when powered by serendipity Is a cuppa, a relaxed state when You encounter…

Love Landscaped

Summer stage Of flamingo plumage An open doorway Guarded by cherry blossoms The sweetest noise Of surrender, an olive branch Two feet orbited by floored lace And two eyes, witnesses of heavens grace And in converge, They are like swans In a neckwrap, blurred by lust They make sounds, never heard before, Like a stone…

Under My Umbrella

You really have difficulty Giving a place to an umbrella. She is your protection from the sun And your roof for the tireless rain And is, forever battle-ready for a scuffle, For the woman in the bus Warding off a slimy pervert And an umbrella looks beautiful falling off the sky Just ask Mary Poppins and…

Love – Defined

We are freaks that freak out When we are too close Unknowing that claustrophobia Of a little locality is what uproots A meadow of little grass roots And love, isn’t it a grassroots movement Of how underground fibers hold Together the beautiful blades That radiate from nodes And rise towards the morning sun For some…

Love (On Valentine’s Day)

If you can untie the knots of your brains And take every neuron synapsed with serotonin And throw them back on your senses You would. If you take that sweet spot of your orgasm And stitch on your lips You would [Then kissing would be the shortest point to brink, to overflow] And still, you…