nita episode: January 2010

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

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