My Fair Lady

Motivated by the best complement I ever recieved "The God of wit and dark humour ," I tried my hand at pornography as well.

As the shadows of the night sprung to life;
My mind lay buried in licentious thoughts.
The lust within deferring any moral strife;
Her voluptuous bosom is all what I sought.

As erstwhile memories rekindled with ease;
Latent desires pulverized my fickle senses.
I flew frantically with the capricious breeze;
Till her arousing aroma set fire to my loins.

Sentient to my agony, right across the lake;
Draped in moonlight, waited my fair lady.
As my sins withered in her benign embrace;
The shadows of the night melted in the day.

The Little Fish Swims

Away from its home, family and friends;
The little fish swims in the deep blue sea.
Away from the feared sharks and whales;
To unknown waters, longing to be set free.

Away from the menacing boats and nets;
The little fish swims in the hustling river.
Away from the filth and dirt of deposits ;
To more benign spirits and cleaner water.

The little fish enters a delectable stream;
Sustaining the foul, the ugly and the brute.
To an unadulterated, impregnable haven;
Since times immemorial, its dream pursuit.

As the little fish surfaces up quitely to pray;
A lone eagle nose dives to capture its prey.



Inspite of being a vegetarian and an animal lover, alas !!! I killed my little fish. I forgot to mention Somu s "Lone Eagle counts", which inspired this piece.

The lady with the viel

I would be surprised, if you don't feel "what shit is he smoking", after reading this.


Oldest and the most veracious of my acquaintances;
She pierced into this world, from my consciousness.
With unfailing devotion and belligerent adherence;
She is the eternal allegiant of my solitary existence.


From my mother's lap to my lady love's embrace;
Every moment was spent under her callous gaze.
In a black robe and a white veil covering her face;
She glides past me, bequeathing me to desolation.

The Rider's Ride

Wont forgive the long dead Beethoven either.


It all started on a bright summer morning;
Gentle breeze, singing birds and blue skies.
In no time, it was all cold, dark and pouring;
Yes it's time for ripe fruits and yellow leaves.

Even before a solitary leaf grazed the ground;
Everything around froze without a warning.
Flashes of winter and a glimpse of the spring;
It all ended on a bright summer morning.

In the company of a flock of golden eagles;
Was soaring high up above the mighty alps.
Plunged into the depths of the great oceans;
To glide with a gam of the great blue whales.

Moments later, was darting with the lions;
Playing with the lion cubs and deer calves.
Visited the water holes with the elephants;
And in no time reconvened with the eagles.

Simulating emotions delicately interwoven;
And a million exotic experiences aplenty.
It was an exhilarating ride with Beethoven;
On the chariot led by his ninth symphony.

The knight at Arms-2

I decided to torture the poor knight more.........no respite for the poor chap.


A season ago it was but an arid desert
Housing bruised bodies and tired souls.
A season later, it all turned pleasant
With flowering trees and singing birds.

The holocausts of the malicious past
Lay deep burried and long forgotten.
But the knight alone lay nonchalant
Of a new start and path to be trodden.

With the capricious summer breeze.
He wandered frantically in the woods
He startled at his very own voice
Lost account of days and who he was.

Led by the cool summer breeeze
He slowly ambled to the ancient lake.
Where he met a remotely familar figure
And he wondered if it was real or fake.

Paradise lost

This would remain incomplete for generations to come. .......need to be absolutely drunk to write it any further.

Where there was no hunger nor death
Where there was no pain nor disease
In that place, in the ''Garden of Bliss''
Ordered by God, lived Adam and Eve.

Oblivious to all fears and insecutiries
Oblivious to greed, pain and suffering
They lived amidst all other creatures
Just as good Lord planned for them.

Birght blue sky was their conscious
The cristal clear lake was their mind

Proposal

Hopeflly this little piece may find some use, at some point of time in my otherwise doomed existence in the big gay city of Berlin.

As beautiful as a blooming flower,
As spontaneous as a flowing river;
As gracious as a wild deer
You are every man's dream my dear.


Like the wind which knows no frontiers,
you are blissfully unaware of all insecurities and fears;
With the enthusiasm of a child,
Your unbridled spirit runs wild;

It is a dream to flow with you,
and to see everything afresh and new;
With adventures at each point of our journey
what do you think of it my lady ?