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That small dimple with its depth,
That little grin with its wideness,
Was not meaningless not worthless,
Untouchable that area of obscurity,
Unaddressable though it had ecstacy .

Was not  congenital though,
With bubbles of festivity all around,

That stimuli of tickle very profound,
was a  moment of relish and cherish,
Was a moment everyone should wish.

No one to stop no one to restrict,
That joyful environment of smile,
With every instinct getting agile,
Dancing and singing without judgement,
Was time of happiness and enjoyment

Once for all it had to be,
Hardly can be compared with anything else,
That shine like  glitter on face,
It was the real enthusiasm play,
With all getting good on the way.

Deep inside

The woman in me likes to be
feather of love and the silk too lustrous
the sooth of desire and the feel so luscious
provoking remaining feminine genre to envy,
the woman in me likes to be.

The way  with valleys around,
clear like the brook of emotions surround.
the wants of embrace and cuddle thoughts
entirely polished and no topsy turvy,
the woman in me likes to be.


Deep inside the earthen potrait
the un-explored beauty explored by the sculptor,
the cupidity described by the author.
with idea of eroticism and art very slippery,
the woman in me likes to be.

Feelings of the bulb.

Ye considered me only a bulb
Fair enough to glow,
Round enough to throw,
Ye turn and twisted me,
Ye wired and plugged me.


Ye considered me only a bulb
two filaments to conduct.
produce light as by product.
Ye wrapped around me colour paper,
Ye hanged me in the drastic weather.


Ye considered me only a bulb
kept me "ON" throughout night,
Hired me to make room bright,
Ye kept me rotating on dance floor,
My head reeled like never before.


Ye considered me only a bulb
Carried me on thy head as clown,
with drums and music  all around,
Thou never realised  my worthiness,
That without me there is only darkness.

Focus

What is that which is an obstacle for me?
I sit to focus but its very wee,
Aware of goals I cannot spree,
Something that is a burden and my mind doesn't agree.


Soaring high is what I adore,
Then why not time helps me cure,
concentrate more and stay very sure,
That effort is what will help me score.


Incidents worthful and less are mundane,
Should not compel me to act insane,
Its useless to ponder on matter very vain,
And stick to the modus operandi with no abstain.


It is long since I did not loose temper,
but this time the culprit is my own nature,
I need to be screwed for not holding up together,
Because its high time I should rule myself better.

Drizzle

Cool soothing wind with small drops of rain,
Mixed with the aroma of soil and no constrain,
legs pull the body into mud and I cannot abstain,
Hopping and jumping my elder attitude refrained.


Frogs  toads and worms come out to play,
Wet stays the earth and the atmosphere stay,
water bubbles in ditches do invite their way,
Fresh greenery everywhere takes worries away.

The path so slimy water drips from higher to lower branches,
look of a cascade on the stones by the road side over grasses,
Small mushrooms on the sand like snow patches,
Making it so clear when drops of water are like glasses.

Paper boats floating in the newly created brook,
Made to cross the corners and nook,
What fun it is to follow that and have a look,
how it waves, topples and again sails without any hook.

Drops everywhere and it feels like shower,
cold aqua on skin makes me shiver,
Yet It's worth enjoying every wet hour,
Enthusiasm gets filled and so does power.

The Unknown

Not sure who is the deserving person for this,
Not sure for whom is this flowing bliss,
Not sure why is this thought initiated,
Not sure when was this instinct felt.


That I had to pen down few words,
That I had to accept all rewards,
That I realized you are not what I think,
That I realized the connecting link.


I can't truly say you inspire,
I can't even deny you don't aspire.
But yes I want to  write one for you,
The you at times false at times true.


Not psychic though I would say you don't exist,
you are that feel which I can't resist.
That force which makes me apply thoughts,
That desire which drags me to mitigate all if and but.

Though sometimes I thank you for being with me,
Up-fronting me to the ideas sea,
Making me bend on my knee.
And coming up with a  jubilant key.

Nanda

I am me the feminist within,
The common lady but Diva within,

The single soul with chorus within,
The heart with vehemence within.

Endurance to a limit is my nature,
Calmness is what I carry forever,
Notwithstanding my agile mind's feature,
Patience adds value as a healer.

I always step forward to adore,
With all piousness I do admire,
I appreciate the deserving chap very mature,
Understand me in the right way and don't deplore.


Hard to feel but softness incorporated,
Emotions felt with thinking of mind embedded,
Values with thoughts integrated,
And respect for every truth perforated.


A person with an aura,
When teased a woman no less than Zeus Pandora,
Amalgamation of Lady Gaga and Krishna's Meera,
A bud who can turn to become a complete flora.


I am me the feminist within,
The common lady but Diva within,
The single soul with chorus within,
The heart with vehemence within.

A world without women:

Worried often she keeps you calm,

She laughs with your laughter and sobs for your sorrow.

No one else can be she compared with and her name is Mother,

Her absence will always make us bother,

Her importance inexplicable and there would be no life without her.

Onus is her to fight with you,

At times she also fights for you.

She is the gateway to relations and called as sister,

Some people do live lacking her,

And so they miss the life's partial shield and cover.

Meant always to be loved and get in turn the same,

Takes care of you dawn to dusk.

Smoother is her touch and soothing is her effect she is none other than the lover,

She adds spice to the life soup and makes it better,

Life without her would be of a ship without harbor.

Energy and enthusiasm is what she carries,

She is the Captain of each man’s life and home

She resides in every man’s soul and people name her as wife,

Her days starts and ends managing crew of life

Wherever she does not stay it means to strive.

Nurtured with ethics and morals since birth,

She holds the hand and initiates her steps,

Carries with herself the dignity of parents,  Daughter is what she is called happily,

Her elegancy makes you proud for every occasion devotedly,

And she even keeps the same pace for in-laws family.

Women is a word who gets two generation together,

Fights for herself and strides for other,

Way ahead she stands to protect the future,

She is a person incomparable and it is a hollow world without her.

Four drops of tear

That first drop colourless but saline,
Ruined many moments very sheen.
Though fluid was its texture,
It had all powers of a sabre.


When the second one started the voyage,
It was time to quit the rage.
Gaining pace down the soft mountain,
It turned to a kohl fountain.

Dark was the way and the destination too,
When the next drop followed first two.
It carried all the hope and the confidence within,
Washed were the fossil and traces to begin.

Fourth one had to be the last, the end of all aghast,
Remnant of courage had to turn all stones sassed.
It was time to realise and set new goal,
With all the virtue and respect towards inner soul.

The Whore

Leaning to the wall when the hustler cast her eyes ,
She with her juvenile attitude wants to lure guys,        
She twists, turns and poses with all her curves,
she wants to challenge the agile nerves.

By the road side when the tart moves her wrist,
She with the clanking of bangles says that she still exists,    
She adores herself, and tries to prove herself as Scarlett,
She always competes and tries to lead amidst the market.



Standing in the brothell the brass whispers tunes of love,
She sounds her feet bells in rythm for every move,
Her hands and feet are in sync,
Thereby accelerating the tipsiness of drink.



She is a woman always called as slut,
Though no one ever realised what she want,
She made love but did not receive the exact worthiness,
Somewhere in her heart she tries to fill the emptiness.    

Yet she stands,sings and moves to conjure hearts and mind,
yet she stands,sings and moves to make love and to find,
Is there someone who is so loving and kind,
Her man to fly her out and prove to be her soothing wind.