Stunner of a Brunette

Stunner of a brunette
right under his lunette --
And I smell peril!

Her sensuous smile
nothing but a wile -
an addictive thrill.

The lonely cockerel
now literally visceral
begins to feel a reel.

A quick alluring blink
Breaking his chink
    down she goes to trill.

Laser Dandiya

Flow with the beat, float in the laser
Jingling ankle bells & fancy sticks
Grooves abound, a visual pleasure.
A magic spell, and a lifetime's pics

I want to be free

I feel free

when you

believe me,

trust me, 

understand me.

I feel free

when I am me.

You understand not

However I try

These questions

Choke me.

These rules

constrict me.

I can't be free.

Cool-Bad-Hot-Fool

When cool is hot
and bad is cool,
Know who's not
and who's a fool!!

Banalata Sen

For thousand years I’m wandering on this planet's pathways,
from Ceylon Sea in the night's dark to the Malay Sea
traveled I have a lot; in the dusky world of Bimbisara-Ashoka
there I was; far away in the dark in the town of Bidarbha;
a weary soul that I am, life’s sea foam surrounding me,
was presented a moment’s peace by Banalata Sen of Natore.
Her hair’s the night of bygone dark Bidisha,
her face Srabasti’s artwork; in the distant sea
the way a sailor who’s lost his trace breaking his rudder
sees the green grassland inside the cinnamon-island,
likewise I saw her in the dark; “Where were you all this time?” she asked,
raising her birdnest-like eyes – Banalata Sen of Natore.

At the day’s end, like the whisper of the dew
descends the evening; the kite wipes from its wings the sun's smell;
When all hues of the earth subside, the manuscript calls for
the sparkling color of fireflies for the story’s sake;
all birds return home – all rivers – settle all accounts of this life;
only darkness remains, to sit across Banalata Sen.