Script

Even if in broad daylight
    my deep secrets I share --
A page from life's open book
       reads better still
         in its darkest chambers.

So,
murmur through, 

if you can,
     the washed scribblings
     on these naked, distressed walls.
When the last word
     fades into oblivion,
     and the last teardrop
          wipes out the first beam,
     know it's a eulogy
       you finished reciting,
           from my epitaph!

If You Love Someone by Tagore

If you love someone
Set him free.
If he returns
He is yours.
If he doesn't
Yours he never was
And never will be.

A Night in Mendocino

Over the milky-way

in the distant galaxy --

the stars softly glee,

as the pulsars sway.

The ink-black night

sets a fitting canopy,

to stage the bounty

of all blue and bright.

On our ranch pond,

the twinkles descend

to kiss, to transcend

a star-studded fond!

In this autumn flight

of whispering zephyr,

the pine-oaks murmur

at the dead of night.

Bursts of cackle smack

at the calming silence --

but her stolid defiance

lulls this slumber jack!

In such ethereal calm,

joy 'n love unending

heal aches 'n hurting

like her magic balm.

The gig of the infinity

across horizon's brim

fuels hope and dream

for upright humanity. 

September 5, 2013

The Ducati Boy

Once upon a time in the bay
out goes a Ducati boy to play.

Taking life out for a spin
this spirited trailblazer
drawn to basic pleasure,
posts a 32-all-out grin.

Thinks that more is better,
draws three endowed chicks
whilst the fourth sadly clicks.
bubble-sorting big and bigger,
keeps the biggest 'dil ke paas'.
After such frolic edutainment
justifies act via Old Testament!
wishing for his b'day 'una mas'.

Narcissist? no way, just a giver!
Scope he gives them for posing,
pulling them out from selling
to share his joy for a viral fever.

Once upon a time in the bay
out goes a Ducati boy to play.

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.