Wednesday, January 10, 2018

My Ice Eater

She plops like a lazy pup
admiring her long, soft hair.
Hundred ice casually slurps
as music fills up her lair.
All emotions camouflaged -
but try and decipher not.
She is silent and unbudged -
though foxy mind churns a lot.  
If fate my desires stirs -
I would want to be like her.

Monday, November 27, 2017


He could hear a pin drop
amidst the chaos around.
He would stare should our eyes plop
pretending anger abound.
He kept us ever alert
displaying timeless spirit.
A compulsive, harmless flirt
with matchless wisdom and wit.
But now he has goodbye bade -
we shall walk the path he laid.

Saturday, October 14, 2017


Your thoughts sow the barren mind
where hunger has gnawed for long.
They sprinkle this soul of mine
for the thirst has much prolonged.
Seeds of love scatter about -
my musings juggle and dart.
Buds of these amorous sprouts
bloom in this dolorous heart.
The fragrance unrolls and lulls.
Your veins throb in the petals.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017


There lives a spy in my soul
watching desires unwind.
As and when emotions roll,
she reports back to my mind.
Then they dissect and assess,
and hose them down with reason.
My cauldron boils in excess
for it sees it as treason.
My wits vie for some respite.
But this heart flickers despite.

Thursday, July 20, 2017


Seems like was just yesterday
that she breezed into our lives.
Warm in her casual way,
and we buzzed around her hive.
We nestled into her wings,
mesmerised by this flora.
Adorned with angelic rings,
and radiating aura.
We soar on her love so spread.
Woven with emotional thread.

Friday, May 12, 2017

I Am Saree

How I love this woman who
drapes me around her body.
Her silken touch, luring coos,
her spirit I embody.
So I spin a yarn of threads,
and flutter my wings to flaunt.
I woo her with colours spread,
unfurl the embroidered font.
I scent her flowered tresses-
as my folds she caresses.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Bugs Bunny

I flipped for her toothy smile
that she flashed years ago.
The dancing eyes so agile,
and eyebrows arched like a bow.
Today when she looks at me,
the head held ever so high.
Sea of love I still can see,
and once again I feel shy.
Stern looks but heart like honey.
Forever my bugs bunny.