I Like Closures – A poem

the muse rises from the ashes

smeared with the silver  dust  of the moon

sweeps me off my feet

and I ride through the night

 with him-

the wind beneath my wings.


we make love

pretend to be lovers

words sizzle

glow in our heat

our fingertips burn

with the touch

a flush rises through the groin

reaches the head


we imagine

we make love

in our heads


word by word


write our own erotic tales

we lay bare our bodies, heart and soul

we love the fluidity , the madness

of the words

as they melt

on our fervid bodies

the rest of the world collapses

words chain us to the bedpost

in a raw sexual ecstasy

a poem rises

like the fragrance  of

crushed violets

beneath us

your voice

brushes against me

like crisp cotton

hardens my nipples

black orchids

your eyes come alive


 swell and thrust

 rise and fall

 grasp and crush

and drown in a drizzle

salt rimmed cocktails

they moisten the lips

tequila shots

 my lips quiver

you resist

“I like closures “

you say

I sigh


I stare at the screen

a  light blinks dies

In steaming silence

I roll a joint

good for the head

the muse rises ….

At The Edge Of River Yamuna : A love Poem

Do read this too     A love song for my Krishna 

from your dusk to my dawn

amidst the transmitting hues

on the horizon

where  darkness meets the light

I escape and lose myself in  you

in the shadows of passion

 like the  clouds

that dissolve in sunlight


 in your love

I melt and merge

my soul absorbs your fragrance

as your lips 

drink the nectar of my youth

while my body, aflame with 

the touch of  your unseen hands

explodes like million young stars 

in the splendorous sky

moist as the early morning grass

my flesh quivers

at the trembling liquid movement 

of your eyes

aroused by your playful seduction 

my limbs burn 

with the fierce waves of heat 

that rise within me

Wrapped in the warmth of

 your soft  sinuous  limbs

 I lie under the sun crushed sky

at the edge of river Yamuna

Sedated by the music of your flute

that floats through the forest groves

 my already unquiet senses ignite 

While the universe revels in our

 whispers of intimacy,

shouts of ecstasy,

 silence of consummation




Moon Shadow : Erotica


two  shadows



held captive by the night


nude sculptures

devoured by each others eyes

sensuous apparitions

dressed in nothing

but the  moonlight

fiery passion

dripping off  their naked forms

in  dance of death

rise and fall

high and low

flowing and draining

live birth and still birth

and born again

of something new

making love

dancing the dance

radiated and drenched


absolute euphoria