Two snow white doves,
fall in mad, mindless love,
refuse even to eat,
*get emaciated, fall dead!

Deem ennui, the most stinking gift
humankind is left with;
every stroke she countered,
loudly snored, when ****** was hit.

Your nimble eager palms,
yearn to tell it all;
my warm body comes alive:
*all ears to hear.

Your each mood, has a taste,
sweet, pungent, bitter, even bland,
I see your words, colored,**
Oh! my synaesthetic delight!

Yesterday, that fruit wasn't ripe,
no new sprout was on the branch,
**but what changed in me,
I am unaware!

Freedom was,  
that field of  grass, tall and verdant,
undulating rapturously,
hand in hand-
with wind's sinuous dance.

The grass hopper ruled it all,
his mind, knew limits, not once, in his life,
he was a wild horse, in the jungle of grass,
but a great  regret he had,
gnawing his heart,
like malicious cancer cells
that would eat away all his grace,
he tried and tried
but never could whistle,
not even a haunting note,
like a nightingale.

His consort would
try to soothe him, with words
"How you make me swoon,
with your soulful croon!"
his eyes would turn bloodshot,
she would then  back off,
feeling left out, not able to share pain.
" Grass hoppers  
are left with no hopes-
they are a cheated lot,
left to rot"
he audaciously believed,
his face remained  always, cadaverously grim.

A boy and a girl, who ran away together,
reached there, to escape the torturous world
tasting freedom for the first time,
stood watching the grass hopper-
with admiring eyes,
and  hope brimming in their hearts,
they were so charmed by
the green freedom he seemed to enjoy!
Here, the wind swept grasslands,
looking up to the  heavens,
were a world apart,
even the muck didn't look crude!

**"Look at that grasshopper,
bless him, how carefree, he is
I wish I could be like him"
She wistfully said.

lake, lovely, dark and deep, conceals secrets,
no monster ever sighted,
found no treasure trove,
*still i sense a presence.

A bikini perfect body
creates flood of party invites;
but, the gibberish of blank mind,
in lonely moments, becomes ****-joy!

How, an exquisitely beautiful girl,
could be an excruciating bore?*
quirk, nature's balancing trick,
perhaps  DNAs felt, enough is enough!

I am against finding fault
with the Mongolians,
for feeling incongruously-
partial to pangolins.

Breaking cloud's *******, moon came,
beams her smile, so sublime,
my heart is aflame,
*how to stop heart's melt down?

Mock war of words, aroused both,
rough and tumble fight-
shifted to bed,
*sweet animosity culminated in blissful silence

No two narratives agree,
each approach has its idiosyncrasy,
not even a chamaeleon has such multiplicity,
Am  I a myth?

Purple evening cloud coveted-
crescent moon's flirtatious glance.
In her joie de vivre, he was ignored,
pallid  cloud  slowly dissolved.

'O'  was well rounded and open,
hookup with 'N' changed everything
now, it's either ' NO' or 'ON'
Oh! that impulsive 'N'!

Soft evening light
washed away their  blemishes,
resulting in a pleasance;
the effect  is of water color painting.

Holding coffee mugs,
a man and woman sat face to face
on rough wooden benches
leaning on the back rest
under the green umbrella
of a tree standing still.

Though in an unlikely age,
they were lost
in to each other's eyes,
yet his left eye captured
the blue silhouette,
of a dreamy mountain
at a distance.

Perhaps they have
lot of stories to share,
commotion of sprightly kids
running around them in circles,
filled a void, long existed;
made them forget losses,
though for a bit.

They wouldn't have met
long ago, it's evident,
but how much they could exchange
even without words!

Sharks, wolves, hyenas
and vultures seize the day;
**deer, hare and the like,
live in fear and consternation

Love has tattooed
gloom on her face,
Love in black
that pays only in terms of pain.

The fledgling had no inkling
about the  strength of its wings,*
  to sky it flung itself;
didn't fall, flew up!

In to the mystery of the night, i wander
the tangled tarantula garden
canopied with prophesies of light,

Lit windows are making
overtures to desires
night unleashes at these hours,
hear the buzz in the air
its time to make love,
darkness forgets  hurt and embraces light.

i walk alone,
but an enchanting witch wait
for me somewhere in a garden bench,
to take me by my  hand to her secret haunt
filled with thick smoke of ****
where she will remove the drapes
to let me see the truth.

On her quill and cactus bed,
she would make me understand,
how far is pleasure from pain
why darkness stalks light,
a jilted lover, walking a few steps behind,

I've heard her, once whisper
to wind in her husky voice
"A  life written off by those
who measure out life with coffee spoons,
as spent in vein; this life of mine,
could have its secret treasures,
no charlatan could ever guess about
a serpent's diamonds
very few get to see,
its dangerous to pry, i forgive their ignorance"

Words induced by her dark power
has layers of meaning
but to many it was just meaningless jabbering,
just magic mushroom blabber

She nibbled and nicked my earlobes,
in between intoxicating purrs,
told me the meaning of caterwauls,

"Its not pain, its not pain,
once you get in to the stream
you only want to drain,
in to the vast blue ocean"

I recognize now,  it's Walpurgis night,
as i walk in search of my witch,
i see dancers around bonfire,
revelers totally out of their minds,
carouse at the heart of the night.
And i see them all, witches in marine blue dresses,
enchantresses in blackly black,
coquettish red or groovy green,
I wait for her to appear,
the only one in resplendent white.

Black rock, in heart
hides
a mad love for light!

Just two pairs of  lips won't kiss,
if desire zooms up
from the sea depth,
the waves consume each other

So much knowledge sought, amassed, secured,
like a bee industriously does,
still the question remains:
"Who the hell am I?"

On pitch-dark night, rock still, above woods,
millions of  fireflies chisel
spiritedly in unison, with their
mute synchronised lights.

From the future too i came,
as the past,
you are, what you think you are
**future was present in the past

Infatuated with titillating breeze,
flower, out of its mind,
was unthinkingly ready,
to let go the vine it bloomed!

Sudden silly rain,
like an ebullient foot ball fan,
ran across the valley,
vanishing in to the woods, without a trace.

A dog and a cat, two pets
transfixed by a  purple sunset,
view avidly sitting straight,
without batting an eyelid.

Each human life, finally a travelogue
across time and space,
through emotional landscapes
**with a hidden text between lines.

Fish i was, once
An amphibian, bird, then a beast,
evolving much, what am I now?
*uncertainty in human form.

Eleven fine young  men,
desired to share her life,
stunned by her diamond necklace;
*not one, noticed those deep eyes!

Voracious omnivorous at first,
transformed by time to herbivorous,
intermittent fasting acts as rudder,
**subtle energy transports mind to the  beyond!

Love brooks no shame,
  total abandon her spirit quickly became;
**a storm, torrential rain
and wet flame, she was amazing!

Your face was my only solace,**
so the clouds  became my home,
my sighs begot storms,
rains crashed my dreams.

Honey, take this gift,
make the fragmented metaphor
on which I stumbled,
your golden cage; live in it, here after.

Your enigmatic nails
beget sweet pain and sanguineous pleasures,
make me wriggle, blabber;
  *an exquisite healing method with  groovy madness.

Can't blame Munch,
for making agony so much  euphoric
with 'the scream' ;
*with appropriate excuse, dejection too would taste good!

You quickly admit fault, admirable!
I await my chance, to outdo you;
**a competition  would ensue,
to showcase  faults, ouch!

Never trust a mirror,**
the saying is true for sure,
this one took images in,
and decided to reflect nothing!

When night  echoes in my heart,**
luminance of your eyes --
unending whispers; I lose weight,
hover in a dream plane.

'Going home', always doesn't
mean the same,
*players moving the goal posts during game,
transform home to a bad dream!