Fixed in a moment of agony
Of pain and shame and fear
Revisiting the moment
Regurgitating the vomit
Belonging to a sick soul
My body resists and recalls
To redeem myself is impossible
With breasts that’s grown fuller
With disturbed pangs of pleasure
The shame of his sin returns
Tormenting me, forcibly
Ageing skin and failing vision
Refuse to let go of the moment
Laughter clubs, yoga clinics
Myriad ways of escape
May be, a hand that feels the pain
Will fight the demons away… May be?
Awaken like the swelling sun,
My exotic lust takes a slow run
Awaken like the genesis of day,
My sweet love sings this midday
A new sound is heard like the call of a bird,
My will sobs at the beauty of your word.
Earth is fertile like an elegant woman,
Sun is burning to share, like a man
We were meant to be, long before birth.
Finally to decorate the body in wreath
Your name is written on the vast shore
In a landscape you stand alone bare
Eternally bound, painfully shine
Your breasts are nurtured in mine.
Day Hand in hand
Night slept in sand
Forever together, never to part,
Bodies divided, but one at heart.
Your soft touch, like the flush of the moon,
Bring forth my heart, from its cocoon.
And in your eyes, your live shines forth,
More than the stars, your glance is worth.
And every word brings forth the fire
Within my veins, the edge of desire.
To grow old in your arms, this life time
It’s my dream; that’s all I want to be fame
When wheels of age finally run short
Then you are my own angel to escort.
And I will save a seat, for you at my side
Eternity waits, only for both of us to abide.
Now let us rejoice, all comes without a clue
Time is our best friend, as oceans are blue.
All vigor and strength in our bodies reside
Only in true love, does my spirit confide.
Let us be merry, and laugh, and rejoice,
Only in that love, all do find their voice.
It is Vedas’ wisdom profound
Time-tested,proven and sound
A healing touch of sages vision
And the loftiest height of human reason
The science of life and longevity
Economy coupled with creativity
It says, Disease is a state of imbalance of humours
And through doshchikitsa cures even tumours
Charak, Vagbhatta, Bhavmishra, Susrut, and Madhav
Had for mankind so much love
That they spent life to make men free from disease
And that too without charging any fees
Let all men be happy
Let all be free from disease
Was the mantra of their lives
And towards that goal Ayurveda strives
Ayurveda explores the wealth of medicinal herbs
And knows the worth of creepers and shrubs:
Punarnava purges toxins
And is good for ailing kidney
Ginger good for anorexia
And is also a drug of choice in dyspepsia
Arjuna is good for heart
And its decholesterol property sets it apart
And all unanimously agree
Vaccha is a wonder drug for memory
All these truths are given to us
To make us healthy and prosperous
We are the inheritors of this great legacy
Which deserves our attention with accuracy
Indeed India is sleeping giant in medicine
And to ignore her worth is a sin
She has neither fully tapped her resource
Ignorance of her own strength is her chronic remorse
One cold morning,
With a lot of chill.
Digestive system pressure,
Was going for a kill!
I entered a toilet,
Glued myself to the seat.
Showered two scud-missiles,
By no means a great feat.
On the way,
I did fart.
In terms of toxic gases,
It played a big part.
But toilets are ventilated!
Architects do have a heart.
Then I used the Water-Jet,
Which terribly strikes you,
As hard as one can get.
After minutes of patience,
What one does get,
Is a cuter little buttock,
Which is smartly wet.
No need to blush,
When it is time to flush.
Missiles are through the funnel,
Meeting stronger ones in the Tunnel!
Remote control is
A comfortable mechanism,
As long, we know our limitations.
Getting fat is because
That fills our stomach hole
Not satisfy our ‘feel’ leaving us
Lust for more
In spite the stomach
On the whole
Up to the brim – is full…
Her legs are long and muscular and sleek shaved
her arms are welcome to be pinned and held
her breasts huge as mountain ranges rise up
from the tiny torso and ribs and waist
her hair is long and sloppy wet down to her ass
her perfections reflect her statue face
her lips part for two words