One Night Stand

The music was Jazz at that late hour
In the party of Mr. John.
The mood was tempting,
But much alluring was the shape of that Glass.



At the bar counter, drinks were served
Whiskey, Rum and Cola.
But more enchanting was the shape of that glass
Who bears the shape of Aphrodite.
The excitement evoked so strong.
I tried hard to suppress it.
I even walked out of the party that time
Tried hard not to relate my passions with that.



That much strong was the web of that Seductress Glass.



While driving on the lonely road
With no moon light at all.
Darkness was so much occupied outside
Endeavouring to break the panes of my window
And trying to amalgamate me into itself.



Somewhere in the ruling Darkness
A blonde seductress was standing.
I tried to stop.
But I crossed her.
Without showing any sign of notice to her.
And few steps ahead
I braked.
She came to my car
I opened the door
She stepped inside
And closed the door.



I didn't inquired about her destination
Neither she told me herself.
I was endlessly driving for hours
On the road to eternity.




She was sitting next to me
But we didn't exchanged a word,
The mood was soothing
So much relaxing
I can feel her warmth next to me.
We were actually communicating
With our own pre-language stuff.
Our eyes met, and suddenly
Got distract
In a glimpse of a sec.
I watched her lips,
My eyes praised her alluring neck.
She was wearing sultry Red
Like an enchanted mistress.



I stopped my car in the middle of the road
And gave her the staring wheel.
She drived for an hour
Then parked the car
In front of an abandoned house.



The night was getting icier
With the passage of time.
We embraced each other
And walked inside that coquettish house.
My hands were holding that glassy waist
Reminding me of that Glass
Having similar shape.
The only difference from that time is that
Now I really want to drink
The Whiskey inside.



We entered the house and
Jumped to bed.
I discovered
I am a womanizer.
She took my hand
Onto her lap.
I was caressing her soothing lingerie.
She kissed on my neck.
Oh my Gosh!!!
My eyes rolled back.
A sudden sensation spreads
And for the first time ever
I witnessed the taste of femme fatale.
I moved towards Hedonism.
We maintained that pose whole night, I suppose
Next morning I found
That womanly Glass was sleeping with me on my bed......

A Walk on the Road

One year is going to past
Only one month and six days are left
You my brother is still residing in my heart
Pacing my heart beat count to one thirty, one fourty, one fifty....

My eyes are closed
My senses are evoked
feeling your warmth
within my mother's breast

seclusion is not a pain for me anymore.
Waiting for your love,
for your care, and
your melodious voice
calling 'BHAIYA....' once again
does not leave me to cry and to mourn anymore.

When i walk through the streets
once again in the evening.
A sweet wave smoothly brushes my cheek and
whispers into my ears and says
'Hey dear BHAIYA....someone is missing and
wishing for your luck'
A sensation,
then temptation,
and then contemplation 
covers my body,
brain,
heart, and
soul 
to possess and
then repress
to preserve
the sweetness of my love
for you only for you
my love.

on the middle of the road.
My eyes are rolling back
harmoniously with my neck.
I can smell the heavy smell of you
which has traveled across the distance of time
to reach to me and then
say to me
'that my sweet Bhaiya!
I am here and
I am back.
I am here and
I am back.
I am here and
I am back.'
Love you Nayan....

The Time is Gone

the time is gone, only memories are on,
making the way for you 
to step into new world,
of profit and delight, where you may 
see me stand there, right there my love,
where you have left me,
to live in pain, and disdain
within me of losing you so unexpect'dly, 
i'm hold'ng up my outbr'st 
of love, of emotion, of care.
for you, only for you
my sweet little brother,
do come back soon, do come back soon, 
please do come back soon. i miss you........  

An Apology for a Night Call

I am happy 
You didn’t call me tonight.
Moment, which was ours,
You left me alone
To wait for you for hours.



I am waiting for your call.
You are busy with other talks.
I am venerated,
Adored,
Honoured,
And, crowned
With all the jewels of foolery trademark.



The Cat is sitting
Adoring the Moon.
The Moon is gazing
Back to Cat.
The Stars are burning
With jealousy
And revenge.
They are feeling cheated
With love romance
Of Moon and Cat.



Stars are my friends.
Let me flirt with them.
If you won’t call me
I’ll relate my passion with them.
They are alone
And I am depressed.
They need someone
And I am with them.


The Wind is our medium 
For me to reach them.
Then I don’t have to wait for you
As I’ll have them.
If you may think
How will I converse with them?
As they don’t know my language
And neither did I.
This case is very critical
And won’t last long.



Language is our myth
Which has certain limits.
Truth is our emotions
And Love is the true bond.
Now, your call is coming
But its too late for me to attend.
I am busy in flirting 
With wind, Stars and all.



Wind is rolling
With shivering breeze she moans,
With orgasmic pleasure
Of love between
Me and Stars.
If you can hear her
Hear her sing the song.
A whisper might come to your ear
If you will feel the ecstasy
Of my love with Stars.