Friday, August 23, 2013


Makhan dripped from the matki hung above,
hungry turned the eyes twinkled with mischief.
When the river bathed gopis with love,
He whisked away the clothes- a prank, a tease.
The Pandavas lost all in a gamble,
His presence halted a shameful disrobe.
Then came the time of preordained battle,
tricked the Kauravas, rightful side He chose.
Now the warriors were shielded with wisdom
against a mighty army of unjust.
When surveyed the foes, Arjun stood frozen.
Would a fight against gurus, kins be just?
Then Krishna enlightened the path unknown.
Pandavas thus armed, and the conch was blown.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Woman/Wine (Shadow)

Calls she if times sorrower-
sponger that I am.
Sobs invite and tempts kindle her.
bearer unveils glam.