To My Dearest Husband .

To My Dearest Husband .

Oh ! the light in my Africa ,

Oh! The Columbus in my America ,

Oh! The Caesar in my Egypt ,

You are ,I proclaim ,my grandest gift .  

You are the furrow  in my azure garden ,

You quench my volcano by metabolic fluid ,

And harrow my defused passions to equilibrium ,

You remake my every wild and solve my sum .

Hello my  Arabian hoarse !

Hello my gallant Atlas !

Hello my magical musician !

With your hug my hungry night ,

Consumes the warmth of the sun ,

And the untraveled land is ridden ,

The heavy wait of desire is lighted ,

And my dumb violin rises into crescendo .

Oh! My treasure Island ,-my husband !

All my effusions and sensual dreams ,

You control ,and roll ,by part by part the whole ,

And you ever remain salve to my pleasure ,

How I how you ! I know not the measure .

Why The Secret Sharer ?

Why Secret Sharer ?

Something beyond eye and ear ,
That causes no hope and fear ,
And Time brags not there  ,
Is what I intend to share .

Some effort to remend ,
Some apology to soothe ,
Some feeling to be subdue ,
Are what I need to wean !

Some tears for unwanted wrong ,
Some penance for honest mistake ,
Some pangs of  sins for selfish logic  ,
Are what I cherish to wipe .

My vagabond fool whips me ,
And pricks my conscience ,
As not to be equal to His love ,
For poor I am to fill my empty cup !

Where can I get my own ISBN?

Where can I get my own ISBN?

The Mystic Chat With Mystic Queen

The Mystic Chat With Mystic Queen .

Somewhere in the distant depth
 The  psychic chat is sowed ,
 Covered with mystic dye
 It itself emits ,and  glows .

My miracle!  the image peeps ,
And the mystic queen, brings the ruins ,
For Her absence the heart weeps .

The relatives around cause no relativity ,
For empty shadows they appear ,
My mystic Queen ,alone shines ,
'Lest I lose Her' -says the Fear .

She is my desert ,flood , and forest ,
My withering end ,that me weans ,
She is , curse and bliss ,
My drudgery and soothing rest .

Her psychic is bike , that runs ,
In my ghostly gloom She is my only sun .

The Feathers Of Ovlivion

The Feathers Of Oblivion .

The void word like chaffy grain ,
Inject not the fox in the brain .
Give me a peg of your maiden look ,
And a page from your gypsy's book ,
Opening the window of your first spring ,
Breaking the innocence of the forbidden ,
Lift me, lull me with fathers of oblivion .

The Winnowed Vampire .

The noon at its thoughtless gray ,

Waited for the black night ,

The winged vampire rose from forest ,

And the desert got flooded with tide .

The wintery snake smelled ,

The grotesque of wild summer ,

Sweat oozed drop by drop ,

The anvil screamed with stroke of hammer .

The spent up swimmers loitered on the shore ,

The masquerade feet yelled at half-shut door ,

The virgin Desert  opened her heart ,

To take in the Himalayan brook ,

The greedy tongue suspended its hang ,

To relinquish the primeval cook .

Prayer To Sri Ramakrishna .

I greet hey the Lord of Unconscious retreat ,

And wish to wash your feet with tears ,

Wish to mitigate ,the sores of desire ,

And quench the ego-born Karma's fire .

I wait at your door step ,

As a dog does for the arrival of its master ,

As the dog cultivates devotion ,nourishes and fosters ,

I spread my anguish as an widow longs a longing ,

For the advent of her Lover .

Mirage after mirage pass I ,

And the burden of Karmas break my chest ,

No more I can walk and withstand ,

I need you lotus feet for eternal rest .