Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Staring at dried
stains of the last night's act
drenched in shower


Monday, October 26, 2009


Burying softly
his teeth on her neck:
love in veins



A thin moon
on her neck hides love
in silk gauge



Even if I looked
at her between Naked Lunch
and invigilation
I couldn't compose a poem
on sweat drenching her breasts



Autumn chill--
warmth between the thighs
not allowed


Sunday, October 4, 2009



I feel her hyaline influx
in my deep love leaps
from the soul with subtle glows
her breath runs through my veins:
this vassal of the flesh blushes
as I drink the infinite in her


I clasp your hands
and feel the blood
running savagely
through your arteries
in tulip silence


Is it the perfume
or your body
that makes the night

your lush lips
ripple fire
in beautiful silence

your fragrance radiates
flowers and water

can I seek
my voice
in your breasts?


Spring’s full youth
he unbuttons
her printed skirt
on red cushion
feels autumn
dropping down
the leaves of year
at the centre incline
like a twisted stem
at the end
wind dries up
a few more prints


When I asked
to open her secret
she showed me thumb

I thought
she would return
love for love


Love is
to wash your hand
before touching the penis
in obeisance to lingam
the climax of creation

love is
to gather molecules
of happiness in flesh
and merge in rapture
to propitiate Shiva


Each night in the island
of my little bed I enter
sensing sex like octopus
squeeze her with all my fingers

to bridge the gap
between dream and vision
set sail, and shipwrecked
unfree the tensions

in monsoony mist
search door in the wall or
gather diaspora of continents
in a hidden landscape

as a wild mystic explore
her privates with handgun
and land on fresh islands
each night in my little bed


I knock at your body’s door
or peep into the room
through the little crack
for a bit of love
squeezing my rise above
the cynosure and reduce
to a drop at the labial depth


As I curled ‘long her
we became a small rainbow
playing earth and sky

in half-dream weaving
legends of love in moments
unmemoried years


Blessed is
the bedroom
the bathroom
the kitchen
the drawing room
the terrace
the lawn
and every little
place and spot
where we prayed
or sexed together
we glorified our house
and declared His mysteries


My wife laughs when I say
man seldom loves beauty:

when he sees a woman
he only sees her busts and bottoms
and length of bone in mouth

intelletualising his itches
he yearns to sink in mud
by the fig-leaf hue of hair


Love without clothes
without bone has
a joy within:
soft smooth and full

like the mind
creative and


When I inhale in
your mouth and exhale stroking
hairs or caressing
I ride you into joy and
make you hail the morning like earth


Can’t you drop your saree
and all that conspires to conceal
your nudity, my love

forsake your modesty
and see the naked passion in
my eyes seeking freedom

to unite and transform
the night through body’s dark alleys
don’t you love your freedom?


Scratching between his legs
he crept towards the fence
and said something to her

gawd, in a minute
I see her tending the blouse
half-hidden by roses


Thursday, September 24, 2009


On the beach
she combs her long hair:


Thursday, September 3, 2009


Rutting dogs
sleepless the whole night--
cries for sex


Thursday, August 27, 2009

Under white light
dressing off her shoulders
musky scent up


Wednesday, August 19, 2009

She doesn't lick
the pimples on his scrotum:
post-lunch whiff



in my closed eyes
the nude


Wednesday, August 5, 2009


Spring's full youth
he unbuttons
her printed skirt
on red cushion
feels autumn
dropping down
the leaves of year
at the centre incline
like a twisted stem
at the end
wind dries up
a few more prints


Tuesday, July 14, 2009


Still night
nude kisses in park
images haunt


Tuesday, July 7, 2009


You and I alive
in cold winter night feeling
warmth of your body
through erect nipples
after days of abstinence



The wind lifts
her curved nudity hidden
in the water curtain:
I touch the strings that whisper
love in each falling drop


Monday, June 29, 2009


The beads of sweat
on her breasts do not touch
her years or face
in candle light her shadow
is more restrained than my thought


Wednesday, June 17, 2009


Sensing sex
in her pink smile
long talk short


Sunday, June 14, 2009


Waving down
a leaf settles between
her breasts



Her shapely figure
in orange blouse and blue jeans
strained at the hips



He stands before
the nude venus awaiting
her gown to drop


Her Man

Still a child
embracing a breast
sleeps her man


Saturday, June 13, 2009


A thin moon
on her neck hides love
in silk gauge



He sees art
in her wanton dress--
crawling curls



It's not ageing
but eternal delight:
you under me
smooth belly nude necking
slow stroking parting flesh


Wednesday, June 10, 2009


Her smile triggers
fire in the loins--
sunbathing nude

Craving for a lick
of the salt on her skin
to become one with her

With head between breasts
and hand on her genital
crouching in midnight

Panting through kisses
convulses her body--
rhythmic petting

With fearing finger
touches her to reach the clit:

First he, then she
wipes the post-coital shit
with underwear

after ejaculation--

Every breath
love in action--
fire in hole

Fondling the breasts
I incite a poem
on her body

The aching limbs and
blood dripping between the thighs:
lovemaking postponed

Waving down
a leaf settles between
her breasts

Clad in swimsuit
her body in water sweeps
waltzing ripplets

Crouches out of bath
with hand on the genital
covering shame

Her firm no to my
feeling the plump softness of
the breasts after bath

With her breasts bobbing
up and down she challenges
the moon as she walks

Her thighs
resting place for the head
on bed

The wind lifts
her curved nudity:
water curtain

Hits the ball
in the tennis court
erect nipples

Mouth open
to lick her ice cream
brown tongue

The young maid
giving her nightie
another spin

Through erect nipples
feeling the warmth of your body
days of abstinence

After the tumble
buried between the sheets
left over passion

Seeks music in
love's masturbating keys
at his bed's foot

Sees in light
the smuts of the nightly act
on his underwear

After lovemaking
stains of dried urine
naked lunch

He stands before
the nude Venus awaiting
her gown to fall

Buying penis cone
to celebrate his manhood:
wall decoration

Staring at the huge
stone penis at Shinto shrine--
two female lovers

Raising her saree
above the thighs she bends to ease
and blocks my way

Night's passage
on the beach with her
silky sting

Images converge
on the mirage of body
molded yoni

before the climax
the other woman

in the dropped clothing
her bra

Leaves him alone
to escape daily rape in bed
his wife