Stopped here just thinking
Of you, the power of you.
Consume me wildly.

Shalini Nayar
© 2004

I tell her it is
Rage that fuels all my poetry.
I might be wrong now.

Shalini Nayar
© 2004

Today I’m happy.
No fretting nor despondent
Just plain positive.

Shalini Nayar
© 2004

I’d rather be blind
Than witness you breaking down.
It’d break me instead.

Shalini Nayar
© 2004

Leave me here basking
In this sweet garden of lust
Longing for your scent.

Shalini Nayar
© 2004

I was right about myself.
Even though a year ago I had it all figured out,
I'd still hurt myself.
It's the longing for a soulmate.
Desperation for a penal man.
Knife-wounds still stripe my bare back.

Shalini Nayar
© 2005

she was like an inviting lotus
seducing into her roots
of sensuality and infinite pleasures

her love was of a collage
of blue and purple pigments
tainting its withered petals
enticing the skeptic

she was an Immortal
like a beautiful mystical goddess
inducing intrigue
inviting the uninvited

Shalini Nayar
© 2001