One night stand

Your lips never beamed a smile to me, I always saw a pout
That couch at Cafe Coffee Day had seen our hands locked
May it know I don’t promise you love of impossibilities

Sweet nothings, pure joy, sacrifices and moments of self-doubt,
I have spent everything love talks about

What I have is a night of possibilities
Of 11-minute pain and a split second worth being

I would never kiss your eyes and wish those fears away
I would instead pick that chin on which you said hormones hold sway
My soul would remain barren untouched by your dream
but I do offer my body grains for your grains to lean
I won’t lead you to an ocean of abundance
just a shower of companionship is all I can offer

What I have is a night of possibilities
and morning of a pill
bereft of sorry and sorrows

I would never let love conquer your heart "my love"
let lust better do that job
because when all emotions are stirred and spent,
when all joy, all sorrows are drunk and burped- lust remains
Full of possibilities and a thousand split seconds

Confessions

They never go away- thoughts of “dirty” kinds
Like a silent shadow, tied to my ankle, creeping up the back
Then right in front, they prod and prod for delight

And I give in
Walking the tarmac, sensing the sense
I seek out, in the wanderlust, a soul for pence

My thoughts drunk on ecstasy
kindle the bodily desire, rekindle the fantasy

In my mind, I imagine women… men… children

In the crowd, on the lift, I endure the heat
Past the post office, down the distance
streets send me the sounds of a seductress

Behind the damp walls, dirty sheets
I bargain for the starved and sacrifice heat
the ambers out and about
felt, drenched and ending the scout

Done with it, hurried out of there
I arrive home scented and simple

A family man- pious and perfect
Enjoying devotion that flows out ample

Heave myself on the undemanding soul
Deeming what else can the demand dole?


Back on the streets, I shout at them
I ask them to undress their mothers and sisters
They shout back at me with equal vigour
We all agree, applauds of sinister
We must undress our mothers and sisters
We ideal sons and brothers. We misters


In the parks, on theatre seats, such blatant obscenity, such shameful tacts
I beat them up, I blacken their face, they lovers pulling off the newest act

Masculine women, feminine men, I abhor the way they digress
Pink parade, unnatural yearns, it’s the way they seek and access

They say free your body, free your soul
Accept us humans, as your own

But how do I? Progeny of Rathi and Manmata
heir of Bhagirath and Shikhandi
guardian of Kamasutra and Rig Veda
how do I accept all that my own

On the streets, they are still seeking each other’s mothers and sisters
How can I tell them I got to change, I got to surrender
So I step back, I don’t muster

In my mind, I imagine… I undress… women… men…. children

Write me a love song

With all the lyrics frozen in moments, and the music buried in words do write me a love song. 

Sink against that window which throws a pocket of sunshine
Sneeze that cold out, you need to be warm, forgiving and sublime

Come on, manoeuvre a pen, let the ink measure your finger tips and the paper be singed by your body grains

Mmmm, so ya, you write me a love song:
Get in three chocolate candies and a green bench, hesitant eyes, awkward feet and some words fluttering about... help us share the first clever kiss here, commotion within but silence around

Now lyric smartly and haul a gulmohar spread off the sky
Smell the sun rays on the back of our hands a few peebles in my throat and our feet buried in sand

Invent a dewy night on the moonlit terrace or a lazy afternoon smelling of boiled rice
See here, you can fit in that small hill road loaded with fireflies

Hmm so you are already on a song...now just stretch it a bit, talk about the soulmates, destiny and eternal love
Make it look real, full of flesh and blood
“I love you”, “Yes I do”, put in three words and you are done

Kiss the paper and send it out. Now don't ask me again, but you write me a love song