Unknot

Why pick those threads of virtue

which needle your every thought?

When such dogmas stitch and sew

to tailor you with a knot.

Let the tongue utter your mind,

and unbutton the desires.

Tho the words seem undefined-

they roll to kindle fire.

The coat of colourful wits-

deep within the soul bird knits.

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.

Abdully

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.

Bloom

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.

Spy

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.