Love at Second Sight

Poets, artists and medieval knights

Amorous strangers in the night

All swear by love at first sight.

I beg to differ.

For my brilliant mind takes respite

while processing those love bytes

I think that the notion

 Of love potions

Is not that devoid...

C’oz aren’t they just steroids

For a part of the brain

That is trained to solve love equations?

Don’t get me wrong, I admire nature

I am no less enchanted by those dark eyes

Or entranced by that shapely behind

But I simply don’t fall in love

With dimples or bosoms.

My love is borne out of reflections,

It takes a while to blossom

My heart does the thumping,

 & My grey cells analyze

I ponder over our conversation

Till a picture forms inside

People change with time

They bloom and decay like flowers

They change hues like the ocean

And so does love.

So sorry darling, if I took some time

To realize what was in pipeline

But this hindsight makes you more divine

And leaves me wondering with a sigh

What it must be like…

To kiss that neck, To nibble those ears

And to fiddle with that hair all night

For I don’t know if I am wrong or right

But I believe in love at second sight

                                                                                  - Ayush M.

Silver Oak

It happened in the spring of eighty-seven

A bonnie lass and a desi boy came together

And planted a sap which became a tree.

Nurtured by their care, pampered by their love,

It blossomed radiant hues until it bore fruit . .

Many a sultry summers, Many a harsh winters

Came and went, It grew despite all . .

Danced to the sweet monsoon showers

And stood tall

Against the test of times.

Now it's twenty five.

And every spring all hopes we bring

To see more branches flower

O tree of love, O tree of faith

We cherish your poise and power.

Loss of Innocence

I wonder , at times ,  Did it all commence

With the delayed advent of adolescence

 For the first time in my life

Rising hemlines thrilled my eyes

All my past crushes I'd blamed on cupid

They seemed trifling and I felt stupid.

I had always been good at curves and figures

but this was no maths … still

 My love for learning was never so profound

I was full of vigor and had time to kill

My favorite online haunt - wikipedia

was soon overruled by chickipedia

 With Raging hormones and a voracious fire

 I ruined myself with digital desire

 Endless possibilities now hovered in my mind

 What could do i  with mephisto in my kind?

Enlightenment - I'd attained something divine

For now i could read between the lines

 All the jokes and puns id missed

Came back to me and i was pissed

Revelation - with just a little stimulation

What risque simulations my mind could contrive

I could catapult myself to frenzied highs

I could erupt with joy , I could come alive

For one whose only sin till date

had been ravishing a chunk of dark chocolate

I was pretty well damned ...

I struggled to hide my perverse side

I battled with the demon inside

but to no avail …. I failed

I phase in and out like Jekyll & Hyde

Lets face it , I am no saint

I ate the forbidden fruit & I feel faint

For my imagination begins to race

whenever I see a pretty face.

I act like a stray canine

whenever I see a plunging neckline

There are moments and feelings that I treasure

For I am not averse to sexual pleasure

Don't condemn me for my cravings

I refuse to curb my basic instincts

I am innocent to the bone

 it wasn't me who created testosterone

Ignited Rhymes

- An ode to the poet

Nothing stirreth the poet’s soul
Like a melancholy heart.
On the ocean bed,
A red hot coal
Supports a tiny flame.
An expression that sprinkles light
In the darkest of all nights.

Nothing doth fuel this fire
Like burning passion & seething desire
A mist of feelings, a storm of emotions
O what a riot of colors these notions inspire

Wheeze ! Crackle ! Pop goes the fire
A few wisecracks and a dose of satire

Crimson , now scarlet see how flourisheth the fire
T’is a song of homecoming
Behold the British Bard as he sings
Enthralls the audience with the strain of his lyre

O ' Tragedy thy touch hath lent
The flames a flamencoesque movement

O' Listen to the drums of heaven

T’is the dance of death
A dirge that lights the pyre

If the wrath of the devil were to fall
This verse would attain a diabolical attire
For the Rage of Angels would be terrible
O ‘twould be a blazing inferno of ire

A world of unknown sensibilities
An odyssey of epiphanies
T’is not words that poets play with
Poets play with fire.

Tummy Times

Aah .. back on familiar terrain
That odd feeling of pain and drain

The hum of the motor
The gurgling sound
The pop of the champagne
And bubbles abound

A heaven sent chance
To lose a few kilos
To binge on bananas
& rest your bum on pillows

To eat delicious khichdi
Curd rice and honey
& to drink to your heart’s content
Loads of nimbuu paani

Its like baseball
Without any doubt
You hit and you miss
By strike three you are out

I shudder to think
What a homerun would be like
& that old phrase comes to the mind
“ A stitch in time saves nine ”

To dispel all loose notions
What I’m talking of is …

FRESH LIME

- Limericks straight from the heart

Once in batti there was a dassi
And everyone thought he’d do a depc
But because of his philandering ways
Lady Luck ditched him & in second sem he failed
Now he drowns his sorrows in Tall Glasses of lassi

MARY HAD A ..

Mary had a little sheep ,

And with the sheep she went to sleep.

The sheep turned out to be a ram -

Mary had a little lamb .

                                                   - anonymous