Our Kitchen

My beloved,
You are a seductive stage artist,
With a thoughtfulness of a monk,
When you cook on this floor,
Your favourite recipes of cakes and bakes!

This moment is in it's frantic pitch,
With a sound of records in play!
Flowing taps and speaking vessels!
Flip flaps of fridge and  roar of a grinder!
Boiling love in pots!
And you seasoning romance with a lot of spices!

This moment cooks like crazy,
Butter cakes and chicken wings,
A lot of pleasure chemicals of taste into your brain!
And it breaks into a fresh night of dance,
A candle-lit dinner,
With lots of wine,
To keep the moral cravings numb,
And to play with an innocence,
Of a baby with his toy house in display!

Can I ever miss you on this floor,
That you make every tasty food!
We have tasted life with both,
A frugal cup of broth and a piece of bread
Or a rich meal of turkey to give a lot thanks!
Let us perch this floor,
With the beauty of courting birds in this spring!

Do Re Me Fa...

Do Re Me Fa So La Ti Do...,
Now you sing a duet alone,
Holding your man alongside you!
Live from a camouflage of colours to vivid,
Light like an amateur artist in action!

You keep flowing with a music,
Kept on your red lips to chew,
In a rhythm of Bollywood beats!
You merge your soul,
With every curve in your shape,
To unravel all over like a rain,
Your free spirit smites you in love!

You sing a silence to my soul,
That you feed with a lot smile!
Even when it hurts, you strike
The last thick string of this sitar!
In a tune of heaven's touch,
Fast, you slip into a meditation,
Full of passion to live,
And you close your eyes,
There bloom all dreams you lived,
A thousand times in love transformed!
And as you lean on my chest to sleep,
You sing again Do Re Me Fa So La Ti...

Mushy Chocolates

You wrapped a lot of love,
Into a mushy chocolate to taste,
And you hid it in a shelf,
Away from this floor to reach!

Now your kitchen floor is messy!
With a lot of chocolates in play
And you know not to be angry,
As I hid your anger away!

When we find us lost,
On this floor to last,
In this play of love;
You read a verse of old,
That we ever are kids,
Craving a lot of play to live!

Now I hide my smile,
Away in a shelf of work and duty!
And you steal me like a thief,
Tickling me mad to laughter!

As moon and sun we play,
A game of hide and seek all life,
Love has touched us to say,
Life would lose a day if no play!!

How to Pray

When we kneel down to pray,
Beloved you bless me,
With your bare hands,
That I held all day long to my heart!
And if I cry to free my tears,
You cover it with your hair,
Because we know it's sacred,
For the tears are born to us!

When wept to my sweat to your sleeves,
And felt the salty drops on my lips,
Let's dance our hearts in unison,
Like a pregnant earth,
In its play of passion, a torrential rain!

We don't pray for a rain,
But we ask for clouds,
That hover over our skys,
And we don't divide or measure,
But we own all like jewels,
And we take them to our bed,
With a prayer and kiss.
We debate in warmth of worlds,
And birth them our babies,
That they rain on us all lot smiles forever!

Metamorphosis

My lush and rich 'Moonrise' maple,
Let me lean on your trunk,
And feel your bark with it's sap-
Throbbing to your brain!

As I close my eyes,
And watch you change,
Your wardrobe in spring,
And in your pool of smile
You wash your leaves to neon red!

When summer is here,
You want an air of free!
And all little leaves,
Wear a passion, in their faces-
With a yellow, lime green,
Of an ancient chartreuse liqueur!

Bright oranges and deep red,
Make you look my princess,
When we need to pass through a fall
To a winter of uncertain colours!

My sweetest moonrise,
You are made for all seasons,
And you wear all seasons,
Can I steal a season,
From your lust of metamorphosis,
As a drunk passionate lover,
And make our season,
With the best champagne to flow!

Touching You

Why do I crave,
To leave a kiss on your bare skin?
Can it be healed
With any kiss of your smile,
Through this mirror machine?

Are you not a sky,
That I touch everyday?
Are you not a breath,
That I breathe everyday?
And I hear you say,
That all possible with love!

Can love be so stupid,
That it doesn't know to know,
It's a trapped foreign body in a body!
That craves for an alien planet,
To embody it's urges to sin!
And no good frequency of wave,
For a kiss, warm and fresh to pass,
These mirror machines!

Let me speak all day,
Searching a word to reach you!
And if I fail and no word reaches you,
Let me chocke my throat with a word of love!
Let me hope for it to make me a wave,
To reach you to touch your bare lips,
A thousand times,
And be yours forever!

What Is Not Bargained For?

Amidst a lot people racing against time, we
In this market place, for a love that is rare found!

You remind me of what we do to spoil in love,
And are we never exhausted all day,
On a love's lavish trail!

Let's weigh at this strange place,
Our love, with the vendors on this street,
Who bargain for a fare price!
But why don't they buy love,
But all else that is not love?
Yes, love doesn't sell well,
When there is bargain!

When I hold you in my arm,
With a kiss like the statue you gifted,
Of a kissing couple in love;
And we melt into dawn and dusk,
Like a fresh patch of snow,
Yes, love is not bargained for a price for sure!

Love, the cheapest on our shopping list,
That we cared not to buy,
But like the Salt needed for every curry!
Love is like the home-cooked,
Left over food, that we crave every morning!

Can love be that damn cheap on this earth?

Wanderlust

Love, we are wanderlust,
On this slippery curves of planet earth!

You handed over a calendar of days,
That I wander for you from far,
Counting every day!

Love, we are adventure-lust,
On this stale face of a stereotyped earth!

You brought me a notebook,
To jot down the seasons of cold and heat!
To arrange the fertile periods,
For a plentiful harvest feast!

Love, we are wild pheromone freak flies,
On the conscience of modern perfumed streets!

You brought me a bottle of fragrance,
That I may pollinate an entire earth,
With wild tulips, roses and gerbera patterns!

Trusting the Season

Let this April ever stay,
In my courtyard and calendar.
A cherry blossom to my door,
And a season of spring in time.

Cherry blossom, you bloomed with a whisper,
To never wink my eyes even at night!
Dressed in peach and pink,
You taught me the colors of face!

When I met you at dawn,
You cried of a night and gloomy sky,
And you doubted if ever,
I lost my face to the gloom of a sky?

When sun sneaked through a broken cloud,
You had a smile that brought hope for us,
And you bloomed like never, perching my yard,
With your feathers full of flowers,
For you knew that-
We are home for every season!

Reading Resurrection with Rumi

Today, Easter Sunday,
We squatted on our bed,
And held our hands close,
To pray for the gift of resurrection!

We opened our sacred book,
To read of passion, death and resurrection.
As you turned the pages in a search,
Of the chapter and verses to suite the day,
A verse slipped off as a book mark,
Of our hardbound text.
The verse of Rumi, that says,
'The most alive moment comes-
When those who love,
meet each others eyes,
And listen what flows in-between' !

Did that take away,
The lid of our lamps,
That held it's light for years off it's own reach?
The mirror on our wall,
That brought us shame,
And taught our bodies to lie,
That casting out inhibition to die
On our sacred nights, is a lie!

The Flow of Our Languages

My love, let me learn,
To free fall to your lap,
When every trust is tested beyond,
The sensible world of ifs and buts!

Do we need a trust to start any trust,
Or we need a doubt to be honest?
Can I ever go off the grammar and style,
To write my love that forever true!

When set is your language to mistrust,
With it's weird grammar and style,
Can I learn those style and grammar,
To tell you of my language that has no style?

Afterhours of a Good Friday

You wept and wailed,
That 'love is not loved'
Like a child on this day.

You touched a cross of wood,
To feel its pain to your breast.
Many called you scrupulous,
For you held a cross like a baby,
And cried to relieve,
A Jesus from his burden!

As we kneel on this pew,
Holding our hands to live a passion,
That the Christ left at this mountain,
Let me tell you  that 'you are not scrupulous'
But serious of a pain,
That only a lover can ever suffer!
This is the secret of resurrection,
That you a Jesus shared with me,
On the after-hours of a Good Friday!

The First Supper

The last supper day of Jesus,
We are tuned to our christian loving,
With a bread that we kneaded together,
With your sweet smile and our sweating flesh!
Charting our last chores of the day,
We knelt on a rug and held our hands!

You said, 'let it never passover',
Though we passover a day,
To a land foreign that we readied forever!
You read a hymn of departure,
'That ear has never heard and-
The eyes have never seen!'
From our book that held our secrets!

As we close with a sign of cross,
That we paint on each other breasts,
Let me hold you close to my face,
And repeat your words, 'let it never passover'!
Now we together bow our heads in love,
With an 'Amen' forever to our hearts!

Weird Dreams

Beloved, I wanted to dream you yesterday,
Prepared a plot for it and made my bed!
Stuffed your perfume smell to my head,
Waited a night with a light to track every thought,
Of you that left unsaid during our day!

You showed me your new purple jeans,
That your wore on your final class of dance!
Opened your kitchen to show a new receipie,
You longed to cook the day when you find the one!

You made me supper reading those notes,
And we shared our toil in a plain platter!
We never lost our train of thoughts,
As we had a glass of vine to cheer!
You brought a magic polish to paint all your nails,
Then kissed me love with lipstick red!
And read me your Bible to bless our night.
And we stopped all gadgets of noise,
To love our eyes in silence!

It's so weird that we never slept,
This last hour that we were lost,
In a dream that we never dreamt,
But we know is life what we call!

Date with Heights

Can I know you in these heights,
When my heart beats is all I know?
For you once told me of your ecstacy,
Is in the pace of passion and imagination!

Now I am airborn in 38159 feets,
With a velocity of 429 miles per hour!
Can this be our date in the clouds?
That I forget my fear of heights!

Can we dive this skys together,
And my veins may burst like weird!
Let me hold you with a grip of survival in love,
And tame my lame flesh to be bold like a kite!

In an hour or two after such long days,
Shall I be born to your lap in a haste,
That I touch your lips to read your eyes,
That your heights are not lost in your thoughts!

Ballerina

Girl, in your silver satin gown,
When the floor is ready for fun,
And the crowd is craving for it's time,
You descend in style,
Like a bollywood star,
With the passion to play,
Your finest number on this valentines eve!

I admire you like mad,
When you arrive with your curves,
Like the spring in its curly mountains,
That I live a weather of love on my shack!

I admire you like a baby,
To walk your steps as you pair a tune,
Like the rain and wind on a monsoon wedding,
That a rain witnesses a little secret of our day!

My elegant ballerina, your attitude,
Rule this floor, conquer my heart!
Let me admire the strength of your core,
That you can bend and break any rule,
And suite me to be your partner,
On this dancing floor,
That life has left us to love and live!

Your Fingertips

Seduced is now my spoiled bedroom,
To an embrace of a blue gleam sky,
Right beneath the lusty shades of a maple,
Through the reach of a little glass window!

Last winter you maple wished your leaves away,
When the western cold grew in you to take all away!
Indeed you lost your beauty to a freezing duty,
But survived your trunk to time's perish and decay!

Maple tree, are you like my beloved,
Who guards alone a green garden,
From the savages of a winter witch?
And when winter hurts she prays on her knees,
Twisting her tiny fingers to roll all prayer beads!
Like the tiny twigs on your branches,
Shivering on a loathing load of pretty snow sores!

My lovely maple, now the spring is here,
And you grow in your flesh with the sign of green,
To shade my pain and grow my hopes!
But tomorrow, winter may strike in your breast,
With it's witchcraft and weird gestures!
And as you kneel with your praying twigs,
Let me kneel to hold my heart and breath,
Close to your tiny fingers through this night of trials,
That a mindless cold can never snatch,
Your mind of gold and heart of pearl that I ever loved!

The beach girl

With an exotic fragrance of the flowers I love,
You filled your basket to full with tulips and roses!
I met you on an adorned waist of an ocean floor,
Flocking like a crowd of devotees to their temple!

You filled an ocean with play,
When it's deeps cried foul of any day!
You had your skirts wet with cheer on this sandy floor,
And you came in haste to cheer your fan!
Soon you said good bye and returned,
To an ocean, often people said you belong!

When I am done my life in my shell,
This shore is my home with a sky and star.
You roar and die like a beast in pain to my shoulder,
With a passion, like the worst of tempest and storm!
And you shake your anklets to free off any sad sea,
Can I ask you to stay and never ever go?

Distance we love

It hurts very real to reach you not,
With my legs, as I wish!
It scares that many a day, just a day,
Without a day of your sweat and smell on my way!

Can I grab your hands to play a trick,
That time can't stop, but watch we play?
Cover your eyes with your hands like a kid,
Then count many days as A Day in your calendar!

If ever as we lay on our bed you say,
That you felt far from me any day, and-
Can we bear the brunt of such weird pain,
So this distance can be a catch on our path!

If in waiting, we grow as a pine, giant-
To root us to forest that we venture,
And it shows the route of escape, off-
Any beast and be safe, then this distance is worth in our way!

The Little Brat

In a foreign frenzy of shopping spree,
In the midst of bangles and baby dresses,
You hid your face against a red tank top,
Like a kid searching it's colouring pencil!

That day you hid your child in a little frock,
As boys had their say in your every case!
You went silent to keep your words at bay,
Lest they called you a little brat in dismay!

You stayed her shadow, even beneath her shadow,
But the 'mighty and good' never spared your shadow!
Your pretty little hands had a heavy metal vessel,
To cook a broth to please every one's tastes!

You stitched all your dresses all by yourself, and
They prompted strange scripts to stitch with its all!
You dressed in your whites on your way to church,
But they smeared your dress in a preaching of guilts!

When the last vendor of cloths shuts its doors,
Come home my love with your selection of toil,
And change your tunic, toxic with any guilts,
To wear your wedding frock that we together stitched!

When Love is Written

Let me say, love's last say is love,
When it hurts, it's healed in love!
When it doubts, it's cleared in love!
When it speaks of hurt, it's heard in love!...

Why do you wipe my heart's pain off,
With your tears on your flesh that I wrote?
As if you want every poem to finish,
With a line to a joy in the pain of every love!

Just you've turned a page in your diary of life,
To write on it every word we learned!
What we did when we fought for a word,
That we forgot, was that the word love?

As you stand at our booth to look,
For a sky with the stars that we found,
Can you feel my oily fingers on this canvas,
That we ever readied to color our sky,
With a deep blue and a red of love!

My best teacher

Last night you had a lesson to teach me,
A lesson that you taught yourself,
When all expert learnings failed,
As you were out in the cold searching a light!

Our bedroom was lit with fluorescent ceiling lights,
Battery powered glowworms and starry eyes,
You brought a little child to teach me the joy,
Of this moment that you learned on every strange nights!

I was sweating my ego out,
As I learned that my learning was no good.
The male deity crunched it's back,
To honour his mate in devotion to know!

You kissed me with your petals,
To feel your garden without any perennials!
You tingled my eyes as flies grew old,
In their silky wings in just a day and night!

As I woke up to the day, no Buddha or  Jesus!
But a hundred kisses on my book of poems!
And a note to let me know, that-
The million stars were but your teaching lips!

Holy War

My dearest mom, your silence kills me!
Won't you love my lover for love's alone sake!
Don't you know that you possessed me not!
Though you wished ever it not to be so!

Mom, your love is not love,
Until you give it away in love!
Do I hurt you when I help you,
To get any logic out of this rude calculation?

Now I bring a keeper to the sweetness in me,
That you taught to your baby, as he grew as man,
To store in his chest with a magic scapular, But
She waved her magic wand in a smile to his heart!

Mom, if in pain you are set on your ways,
To throw a stone at me as I broke your secret chest!
May Jesus look at you in loving proposal,
And me get my mom to love my love!

My sweet love, let's bow our heads,
Through this litany of saints to touch her feet,
That she may bend her back and touch our face,
To sign a cross with her scapular to enter our home!

The Little Lamp

On a day I never knew, You-
Stood at my door to know,
If we had the same stars to glow,
On a roof, that was but a love!

On that day, you came with a lamp,
Hidden in your heat of holding hands,
And a storm crossed our hearts,
But you held it close to your heart!

Then the moon sure lit the sky,
To steal it's long kept lovely secrets!
I saw you smile with a whisper,
To tell your hair to hide this display!

I never knew that you were a god,
I ever learned from the pantheon of Greeks!
That you were prometheus to steal a fire,
For earth that we cook for our kids!

Now I feel your fire of love,
When you hold your hands to my chest!
Now I know of all your sacred fasts,
When I succeed as your knight on these nights!

Strange People

I had the past life of a kid,
Who was lost in a crowd!
And hopped like a tamed monkey,
With a smile of giving to all around, their dues!

I was a dancer wearied of crowds,
But my steps made a lot faces smile!
And my little feet fainted at night,
With the pain of a pair of heavy anklets!

I was fun as I walked their paths,
And they flocked to my hut every day,
To quench their thirst and lay their loads,
Though the vessels went dry for a drop of love!

When in thirst, a day, I strayed away,
Off the usual roads of logic and lust!
And a world brought me a map,
To take me back to it's party homes!

Shrugged of a plan and a costly costume,
That they offered to woo me to their trap,
As they knew me as a wild kid, and-
At last in despair they named me an outcast!

Never I knew my destiny and any road,
But I ever loved the thought of you and a love!
Now I lay in your lap, this late hour of a night,
You wake me up in the middle of this lucid zest,
To tell me of all your love and lovely dreams,
To lavish on our off the road trip of untamed fleshes!

Waiting For My Beloved

Who on earth waits the longest?
Is it the one who is surest,
Of a hope, carved off delicate faiths!

Beloved! Do I betray,
The holy book in waiting no more,
As it holds the secret
Of a heaven's coming, in patient waiting?

I have finished all prayers,
To the vespers and night hymns!
And you haven't arrived yet,
Can this candle survive the night?

Shall I sleep with a waving shadow,
Of your unkempt hair on my face,
And a newly woven dream opening a door,
To your unlit room through the scents of your attire?

When you are done the duties of this day,
Will you come for a glass of wine?
While you dust your feet at our cabin's door, and-
Undressing your wardrobe to slip into this night,
May you see the door of our dream,
Opened for us to end our ordeal of 'patient waiting'!