Elusory Dimensions

Far away from his cares
he drifted to his pulse
that raced & danced
every time it thoughtfully
circled in rhythms of desire
that he kept pushing aside
all these years in duty
of family & responsibility.

Its never too late he thought
to abandon it all & move on
unhinged & free settings
that may lead to bliss
doubling purposes of existence
giving much needed kicks
wherein lay a song of belonging
miles away from domestic chaos.

Plunged in chains of regrets
gambles of risk & doubts
attachments galore on hind sight
made the man he had become
giving & pleasing at regular intervals
beautified his soul to a new glow
then all looked worthwhile
worth his sacrifices & more.

He slept a contented man
did he really?
no one could ever guess or tell
as all was concealed good within
o! the ever so inexpressive man
played it all so well
as usefulness preceded inner thirst
maybe this was his life's quest.

(courtesy - men the devoted ones)

Only Love

Wet initially
gradually slipping in fully
without delay
beads of sweat lay
cause twas a rally
of love in a way
soaked in totality
ravenous hunger in gentle sways
that felt good for days
leaving feelers so gay
smitten couples/lovers made hay
in love's pay
laced with dreamy rays
together always come what may.

Living with the Enemy

Yes its around
present in every breath
feeding itself daily
hideously weakening walls
in mankind far & wide
where lives love & care
hatred & jealousy defines it
if it get its way in.

A capacity so strong within
that could tarnish equations of years
its little splinters of distrust
take away peace & bliss
if spoon fed regularly
thoughts turn into knots
chewing every memory so dear
making it all look a lie.

Crouched in backwaters of goodness
streaks of revenge & ill-will reside
pricking & teasing each time
if not shoved when nudged
on moments that beautify life
only to paint it black this enemy
can hit so deep oh it
may come alive with repeated attempts.

Dangerously close
living in skins
crawling on souls
feel it a little
& can be smelled
Ergo better to stay alert
so not to slip
in traps of this underlying foe.

The Imbalance

Slog for some
born to live it.

Each day whimpers
daily smiles somewhere.

Childless for years
abundance in succession.

Involved parenting
midst selfish helpings.

Steady fixes
frequent break-ups.

Corporate hotshots making it even
earnings enough to survive odd nights.

Politically correct statements
scripted speeches of labor.

Changeable clothing
color of perseverance.

Patches as fashion
sweat marks as style.

Tainted shades
painted scars.

Short cuts to fun
long roads to bliss.

Pools of love
desert of emptiness.

Number of choices
Ah! the only option.

Numerous sky-scrapers
on roadside dwellings.   

Waterfalls of ignorance
bank of knowledge.

Corridors of enmity yes
a thicket of friendships.

Selfish prayers
devoted thanksgivings.

O Lord, O snatcher
O God, O giver.

O Hair!

Wet hair dripped every inch of her

parts of her sensuality & part sober
rested on shoulders of familiarity
caressing her skin as if not guilty.

Their guilt was to flow free from bounds
when dry they shook men from firm grounds
kissing the wind like lovers do
entangled as one like a duo.

Fragile fingers still held them 
time to time brushing hems
sealed in was a story
minus a hint of fury.

Braid & all is a mystery
color & its a new glory
clip & they would bounce
shorten & there was a dance.

Every year it was a new song
hairdos could go wrong
but who was to care
hair gave in to the dare.

Nestled in the roots of wisdom
they waited their fate of doom
shining in oily clothes
grey strands sailed minus aches.

(her - women in general)

Crossovers

Feeble eyes held clear memories of childhood
back then wishes were to grow up at any expense
and eke a life of freedom & rich livelihood
not knowing then old age pushes one to dependence.

Years rolled and buds bloomed
each Spring it was a new moon
knocking on doors of youth that consumed
all the glory which disappeared soon.

Lustful overtures rode high
plucking of fresh leaves made way
gardens of beauty got sighs
pushing protective fathers to keep their daughters away.

Objects of affections with tiny hands
filled corners with their beings
just in a blink those innocent rants
turned into parents themselves from ceremonial flings.

Cycles of lives were such 
corporate hierarchies were a must
phases as if having a Midas touch
every time rechristened faiths that never could rust.

In hometowns or across cities/countries
living it up became the style
odds or even midst opportunities 
music of life made humans able.

Fruits of labor they say take time
seasons came & went but hope remained
relationships or businesses chimed in
when positive results were the only aims.

In the end from nothing to something
be it in love or life O yes O Lord
from something to everything
were crossovers with Godly chords.

Unstoppable

Unannounced footsteps of hope
Glowed in the little corners of shadows
Pulling all out with an invisible rope
Leaving it all aglow.

Illumined souls rejoice in harmony
After all its a road so beautiful
Once on it its a drug of sanctimony
That one pops spoonful.

Seduced by kiss of faith
Bandits of purity stole glances
Tangled in threads of zeniths
That thickened with sweet advances

A step forward into free flowing depths
Each minute strangers turned into purposeful folds
Of life stretching to undefinable lengths
That none could have a hold.