Wednesday, 23 May 2012


THE RECKLESS SIDE
according to aristocratic rule, may be my 
passion was stigmatic, barbarian,
the love which brought you 
in the zenith of zeal,
refreshed your
sleeping
conscience, that wasn't an ordinary flow,
rather originated from the ridges of
virility, the natural attractions
had settled the fullness 
of life, a primitive 
odor of my 
body 
mingled vigorously with your unparalleled 
beauty of heart, now if the storm 
has raised up, let it ! 

painting by Barry Hilton   

THE MANISH DARKNESS
soggy feeling; but rising the smoke
from the quiescent vale, endless
aspiration; embellishing the
masked emotion, just
life prepared to
sign the
accord of darkness, silence of the
midnight, and the indulgent
touch, immersing the
persona in way;
that lotus
stalk
floats on the deep lake, emerging
the breath gradually to grab
the dew droplets; ardor
is dripping leisurely
from thirsty lips
joie de vivre
of love
or spring approaching in that step,
captivated moment, maybe
someone snatching the
perception bit by
bit, the muscle
and soul
becoming enslave to the unknown
sweet compel, a twist on
somebody’s arm, life
moving on the
the wheel
of
enthrallment, night shrouded by
potter’s mysterious hands,
dreams are entering
into the body of
mannish
vigor,
to give the birth of beautiful verse !