The confession

The bride confessed to her guilt.

Broken is the glass,

If dropped or slipped, said the groom.

Alike is not the grief,

From the willful or the playful, said she.

“However, loss is a loss.” said he.

“But already amended by repentance”

“Still, crack is discernible”

“Not so, if overlooked”

Realization took place

Hands were held in tacit consent.

A wise act before the consummation

                        19.06.97, Agartala

Instinctual display

Her looks tempt other than her husband;

His looks tempt other than his wife.

Both fall to visual prostitution.

The couple must be tolerant.

22.07.96, Agartala

Beauty of Stardom.

Manisha is lovely

            for her razor thin eyes.

So is Madhuri Dixit

            for her elevated chin.

Sheela is alluring

            for her plump back.

Likewise is Sheema

            for her drooping lips.

Revathi captivates

            with her parted lips.

So does Suhasini

            with her spouting mouth.

Tone is the asset of Bhanumathi

            to mesmerize anyone.

If slender waist is a beauty,

            it is Karishma  to represent.

If pointed nose is the criteria,

            there is Nutan to remember.

 Some are beauties in their talents,

            As Shabena  Azmi to note.

Iswarya for eyes and Simran

            for belly stand for beauty.

 There is none, surprisingly, who seduced

            my attention for one’s bosom,

Which is a symbol of sex

            and a source for Kama.

00.06.97, Agartala

Fettered Sex

Between Cousins, between In-laws,

Sisters Vs Brothers, Daughters Vs Fathers,

Incest is rampant as Libido is arrested

For want of company across genders.

04.07.97, Agartala

Born to cry

Cry! Cry! Deep from your throat

When you are in threat.

You won’t be a dropout.

Cry! Cry! From underneath

When you are in trouble.

You won’t be let down.

Cry! Cry! In full pitch

When you are in dire need.

You won’t be refused.

Cry! Cry! With open heart

When you woo the counterpart.

You won’t be left apart.

Cry! Cry! All the time

As you did when you were born,

To keep you afloat.                 

Of beauty

Hen to cock, cow to bull, and pig to bore

Are as much a beauty as woman to man

In the arena of sex. Beauty is at naught

When bereft of lust in an individual.

01.05.97, Agartala

The indispensable

Your features I read;

            My senses were fed.

Your glances I stole;

            My heart was warmed.

Your concern I won;

            My mind was geared.

In our corporal unison

            My spirit will be enlightened.

You are all the seeds

            To all my needs.

Were we not arm in arm

            I would go love-lorn.

05.04.97, Agartala