Man, the unfortunate

A tiger is on run on a tigress
To quench its lust.
A cock is on chase after a hen
When it is in heat.
Man, too, is likewise when in heat.
Why is he punished?
23.03.2000, Palakkad

Parents’ limit

The pearl on your lobe.
Its shell, who minds?

The rose on your lock.
Its stock, who minds?

The silk on your bosom.
Its folks, who minds?

The beauty on your body.
Your parents, who cares?

Parents should know this.
Then they know their limits.
21.03.2000, Palakkad

The sixth sense

Eyes are there to steer the way;
Ears are there to tell the way.
Nose to sense the danger, tongue
To select food and skin to feel heat.
I direct my eyes to see women,
Ears to hear them, nose to smell them,
Tongue to kiss them and skin to toss them.
Is it due to sixth sense or starvation?
18.03.2000, Palakkad

To slip is not easy

As a guest I had been to her,
Who is a widow, living single,
With all paraphernalia.
Absolute privacy and sure secrecy.
Nothing happened in three hours,
Notwithstanding her guilt complex
At low ebb, from her advanced age.
Adultery is not that much easy.
Women aren’t that much yielding
27.02.2000, Palakkad

Variety is spicy

Take off your eyes; Let your wife flirt with someone.
Take off your eyes; Let your husband flirt with someone.
Flirting makes spurt Oestrogen and testosterone,
Which will induce you both to mate with vigour as often.
27.02.2000, Palakkad

Agony for yesterday

Yesterday was the happiest!
Then you were with me.
Then my life had meaning.
Today is empty.
Today is blank.
Today is hollow.
You aren’t with me.
Yesterday can’t revert.
Tomorrow must come
Like the yesterday,
Fetching you to me.
25.02.2000, Madras

The assumed faith

Man expects women
To respond to his moves,
And hold faith that
His own spouse
Is immune to such moves.
Yet he is in relief.
25.02.2000, Palakkad

The neglect was compensated

On that awaited day when my dear doe
Revisited my garden, she never came near
But rather played truant hither and thither
And went away, trampling my flowers.

On this disdain day when the forgotten doe
Again visited my garden, she was dear and near,
And, by holding the twig that I gifted her,
Has hinted that she came to breathe my flower.

First, she marred my confidence.
I went to hibernation.
Later she amended my indifference.
I am rekindled to animation.

Be unkind but not heartless.
Woo any but desert not me.
I love the doe and envy her male
I love the doe and grudge my rivals.

To love is to be jealous
Palakkad, 22.02.2000

Love in epics, a glory

Lord Krishna was in company of women.
He is not a womanizer, nor are whores His women
To the eyes of the devotees; instead, they enjoy
Krishna’s romance, and spurn such one in reality. 21.02.2000, Palakkad

The Puppy and Me

A puppy was next door; I poured all my love.

The puppy grew warm, her tail wagging a little,

That made me warm, my spirit in glow.

Out of sight she went, yet threw her glances,

That made her absence a balm, not a scar.

That day she turned her back, her tail drooping,

That killed my spirit; I am free of sore.

A viewer lost the vision of a dancer

When the power broke . He is disturbed.

A listener lost the voice of a singer

When the mike went off. He is disturbed.

When the performer herself is off

The stage, with no third force to disturb,

The audience simply vacates the place.

I love the puppy for her pleasure;

I leave it when it loses pleasure.

Palakkad, 20.02.2000.

Lust is life

As a youth, you have enough flare

To draw women and be drawn to them.

Past forty, you gain much flair

To seek women than being sought.

Past sixty, you regain much flair

To corner women but get no response..

You end as a voyeur in the end.

With that your worldly pleasure ends.

19.02.2000, Palakkad

Love is a loser^

Secrecy and chance help adultery.
Mere romance is the withered blossom,
Notwithstanding the lovers’ liking.

Adultery in secrecy is unnoticed.
Mere love is a scandal published
17.02.2000, Palakkad

The available one is cheap.

Respectability lets me to admire.

Agreeability leads me to befriend.

Accessibility allows me to infatuation.

Attainability helps me to get intimacy.

Availability only sanctions me sex,

Which comes from the cheap product

16.02.2000, Palakkad

Is life beautiful?^

An intellectual woman, I admire.
A pleasant woman, I befriend.
An exciting woman, I desire.
A sincere woman, I love.
A liberal woman I try for.
How is life beautiful?
17.02.2000, Palakkad

Many shapes of desire

I cannot befriend who all I admire.

I cannot woo who all I befriend.

I cannot hold who all I woo.

I cannot mate who all I hold.

The one I get is none of them..

16.02.2000, Palakkad

Love, a madness

There is some kind of madness
In love but unlike madness,
In love there is some substance.
Those with hearts have that awareness.
14.02.2000, Palakkad

Hypocrisy to the core

“Dear, see him, a distinguished guest.”

She introduced to her husband the man,

Who came to their son’s wedding.

“Son, he is, whose younger sister was

my playmate in my school days”

Son and father bowed their heads in respect.

She and the man reminisced their

Teenage romance and infatuation.

I was a personal witness

How hypocritical the world is!

08.02.2000, Palakkad

Thirst-less water

To have lust-less sex with one’s mates,
To have sexless lust with the intimate,
Is our fate, perversion being to its root.
08022000, Palakkad

Mine, their envy

Those things still I keep in my showcase

Not that I remain ever under their spell

But that they still can charm the visitors,

Whose envy is my pride. I am in strides.

07.02.2000,  Palakkad

Bread is wiser

Butter is richer than bread
But can’t replace bread.
But butter is better with bread
For which is not sad the bread.
Wives are not wiser than bread.
05.02.2000, Palakkad

Love is a slavery^

Slavery is there, in some form, everywhere.

Love, too, is a kind of slavery, unable to desist,

Unable to deny, and is tamed in blind pursuit.

A monarch, too, is a slave to his concubine.

05.02.2000, Palakkad

Lust has no age

As a lad I was browsing among lass.
Growing to adult, I included spinsters.
As a man, my tentacles reached mothers.
Now great grand mother too is appealing.

Selection widens, with age growing
05.02.2000, Palakkad

Rain propitiated

Flow is plenty, my river in spate.
Flow is scanty, your spring shallow.
Both struggle to meet in confluence.
No sooner do you spring than you dry up
Under the vigilant sun. Rain must rescue.
09.01.2000, Palakkad

The Beauty breeds arrogance

A glamorous woman never cares a man
Though she is set so to draw men’s care
She loves being cared and not vice versa.
Wise men don’t waste time to seek such women.
05.02.2000, Palakkad

A whore is holier

A woman in extra marital love
With a man, though in mind,
A woman in extra marital sex
As an accident,
The former is more adulterous.
The latter is still faithful.
Don’t mix love and sex.
A whore is holier than a paramour.
27.01.2000, Kottayam

Woman, a stored lust

Two men when in chat more often than not refer
To a woman of their interest. No shame.
Two women when in gossip never refer
To a man of their interest. Full of shame.

Qualm seals the libido.
20.01.2000, Palakkad

Love is selfish

Women love flowers; Flowers invite bees;
Bees run for honey. Where’s love mutual?
Each one runs to pursue its own goal.
I love you to my pleasure, not yours.
09.01.2000, Palakkad

Blossom for ever

All the buds set not to flowers;

All the flowers set not to seeds;

So are the seeds not to seedlings.

Yet there is a joy in every function,

By which trees get exhilaration.

Still in blossom rests our love.

Yet it reverberates in me by its move

And generates lustre to your skin.

Let the blossom stay, if not be for seeding.

09.01.2000, Palakkd

Feeling matters

In front of women,
Every man wants to be smart
And goes out with a notion
That he had stirred her.
That feeling keeps him smart.
In turn he feels spirited.
03.03.2002, Pakd

Slimron, the image

Talking eyes, speaking lips,

Inviting cheeks, provoking busts,

And arresting belly are yours,

When I see you in celluloid.

Can you be so in person?

It makes no difference to my pulse.

Your image keeps up my urge.

05.03.2002, Pakd0

Princess Margaret

The sister of Queen Elizabeth,
The daughter of King George VI,
Princess Margaret was dead
In her seventy first year,
On Tenth February, 2002,
Her mother a centurion,
Having attended her funeral.
She was not born to be the queen
But ruled as a beauty queen.
Group Captain Peter Townsend
Was fortunate to be her lover.
Princess Margaret was unfortunate
To forgo her love for the royalty.
She was more so to fit herself
With her unfit match;
She ended her life on a sad note.
Assets and beauty are not guarantees
For the success of a woman’s life.
A most covetable commodity
Had rusted, long unattended.
05.03.2002, Pakd

Imagination and memory of vision

I have not seen her breasts,

All the time wrapped with clothes;

I can guess what shape it is.

I have not heard her talk

About love in her talks;

I could infer the hidden love.

She has not fallen on my arms;

I could still feel her arms.

I could relate to her in every form.

Imagination and impression

Are the God send gift

With which I could experience sex

With her without having her

24.08.2002

Be not total to offer

Woman, conceal your parts

While you reveal your love.

Woman, hide your heart

While you lend your hand.

Then you get a rich dividend.

24.08.2002

The lady is not at fault.

Dear lady, how enticing you are at first sight!
The milkman comes to you daily
The venders, the technicians, the tailors
And such sorts visit you frequently.
They are more fortunate to get stirred.
You have no desire for us,
That does not mitigate our desire for you.
How enticing you are and yet how
nonchalant!
25.08.2002

I taste honey having no taste

The Empress, I made you so.

Maybe others too did.

You get to have right to kill me.

You cannot set to have right

To kill my right to love you.

The Enchantress, I made you so.

Maybe others too did.

You lock me by your looks.

You wind me by your locks.

You have no right to kill that act.

You bathe in my loving you.

I wilt in my loving you.

Your love lurks intense.

Your words feign innocence.

In both I ambles in exuberance.

29.08.2002

Many roots feed a few stems

There was a royal feast in a Royal
Kingdom
As it did happen in every kingdom.
The guests had come to seat
From the boring toil-less rest
The time the mass returned to rest
After their day-full toils.
Ladies and gentlemen were ripe or over ripe,
Who had come as lords and madams
With affluence sprinkling all over.

Party is on, song ascending;
Drums beat, light pouring.
Ladies emit fragrance.
Lords emit odour of wine.
They shuffle themselves
And settle in suitable pairs.
Pairs sink in song waves,
Faces showing joy, no sorrow,
With no worry for the marrow.
The lights dimming in gradation,
Ladies shed shyness to fall
On the arms of waiting souls.

Each man props as steal,
Holds as wood,
The partner’s face on his shoulders,
Both playing secret games.
When the blue light dies
Each one sucks from the other
The juice of life.
Darkness surrounds.
The toils are in progress as the night extends.

The toils of ladies and lords cease
At dawn of the day, the time
The toils of the mass set to begin.

Many work, a few suck, it’s society.
29.08.2002

I got one to lose the other

In the course of my journey

I entered a kingdom.

I invaded an enclave,

Where I found a bird,

Quite unlike mine,

So fresh, so strange.

I wished I had had her,

I went to capture the bird,

With the bird, her nest,

With nest its branch,

with the branch the whole tree,

The soil that holds it,

The whole enclave

With its inhabitants,

Plants and animals,

Bees and pests and worms and snakes.

An avaricious act

No more journey.

No home returns either.

What happened to my bird at home?

Who knows?

Maybe someone invaded.

Maybe someone captured.

29.08.2002

Be of heart, not smart

If you return soon, you must better not come.
Don’t hurt my heart with mind elsewhere.
Come you must, forgetting the watch,
Come you must, leaving the schedules.
If talk nonsense, you must better not talk.
If say good-bye, you must better not say.
What is the use of hair-do,
Eye lines, cream, lipsticks, nail polish,
Tingling bangles, swinging eardrops,Screeching frills?
Come you must as a snail, if not a rabbit.
Be true to your heart, don’t be smart.
29.08.2002

Wife

You adopted my home as yours.

I deserted your home forever.

You cooked for me and served me.

You mothered my children.

You served as a waiter for me.

You wore gold and silks for me.

I own all that is yours.

You own all as mine.

No traces will have survived in your name.

Everything stays as my legacy.

Yes, wife is a martyr of the adopted home.

04.09.2002