IN LOVE WITH YOU

Who would not like to

be in love with you

A Sweet sensuous belle

hailing from the flower valley

dewy fresh vivaciously

fluttering frisking under the sunshine

bright and fine

With sensuous furtive

Gestures

And glowing gaiety

She fleets with a shrug

On to my clasped

Hug.

Relishing my caresses

All along her nude contours

 

She tumbles down

The mountaneous green

verdure .

Her loud laughter resound

And echoes all around

She collects herself

and sways in quintessence

 

Who would not like to

be in love with you

A sweet sensuous belle

Hailing from the flower valley.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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SHE

 SHE is beautiful

As I see her

SHE is glistening

Like a morning dew

While resting on pew

Her roving tinsel eyes

Groping the blue skies

   for my sensuous

love

SHE is beautiful

As I see her

gorgeous glowing

in the Moonlite

   Of chilling starry

night.

          Rambling around

                      Trudging on dandelions

                     With furtive glances

                    She fades in

                          Cloudy forest .

                           crossing over rivulet

                          the placid water

                             rippling around her

                         bare legs

                          She

                             lures me to walk

                                 along.

                               SHE is beautiful

                               As I see her

                                    With aquiline face

                                                                                              And her

                                         Crimson complexion

                                        Coquettish smile

                                             Lunges me to

                                             Wrap her in my

                                             Warm clasp

                                             And

                                                      drown in celestial

                                                  beauty for

                                                      ever.

 

THE BEACH GIRL

Behold the Beach girl

Sweet and sour

Thunderous wonderous

reaching out just

to

amuse me with legions

of Love .

with almost no attire

the beach girl beckoning

 in a leap

sweeps me off the feet

into recesses of sea

so blue deep.

fighting the tides

steep

spring and neap.

In her tight clasp

Tossing plunging

I melt down to

her sensuous passion.

 amidst

Turbulent tempestuous

Waves

Storming to the shore.

Behold the beach girl

Garrulous gorgeous

But

enticing and engulfing

me

to the ecstacy

of

passionate bliss.

 

SOMEWHERE SOMEONE

Somewhere someone is

always beautiful

The little bewitching Tuwashi

clinging and frisking

like a duck on to the

bosom of her Mum

      babbling sweet

      notes

             Little chirpy Yukti

             Sizzling Zitni

               Hovering over little

               Angel

                      Giggling folding

                      Arms in leisure

                  to

                        Wrap her

                              In  pleasure

                                         somewhere someone is

                                        Always beautiful

                                                     Faraway in Deodar forests

                                                       The chirping sparrows

                                                                Cuckoo birds cooing gleefully

                                                       To

                                                     Dancing peacocks 

                                                              Somewhere someone is

                                                               Always beautiful

                                                                     The brimming lass

                                                                          With stunning look

                                                                               Waiting

                                                                              By the sideof

                                                                                       Gurgling brook

                                                                                                   For someone handsome

                                                                                                 To

                                                                                             hold her hands

                                                                                                    and

                                                                                                     Sing a song of

                                                                                                           love

                                                                                                                Somewhere someone is

                                                                                                                 Always beautiful

                                                                                                                    Somewhere something is

                                                                                                                     Always beautiful

 

 

 

 

IT IS RAIN AGAIN

It is rain again

Beautiful Bountiful

Rain

Again again

Easing stress strain

Drenched as I stand

On Bengarulu Main

Pouring incessantly

water seeping streaking

down arms pits

on to

my fleshy corridors

and

long skinny legs .

The cool blizzard

caressing the tresses

swirling twirling

tossing in

Intoxicated

I Sway

my body hips

to

the rhythm of

curled landscapes

mingle into

divine dream of

cooing with open

arms

for a dewdrop

kiss

it is rain again

beautiful bountiful

rain

Again again

Easing stress pain.

 

 

WALKING TOURS

Travelling has fascinated me from childhood..

My father imbued in me the habit of going on Morning walks with him .He would wake me up at 5.30am dress me up to accompany him to walk a mile or two to the green pastures on the hill side of the city . Srinagar city encircled by mighty snow capped mountains luxuriant with greens . One is simply enthralled and mesmerized by its natural beauty.

Being early riser my father would make fire in the kangiri – the traditional fire pot made of earthen bowl covered around with wicker .This is mobile heater for residents in Kashmir during winter to keep them warm.

He would bake two eggs for me in the fire of kangiri. I would Peel off the eggs and eat them before embarking on a walking tour.

Srinagar

Srinagar city  with Dal Lake in background

The October morning was just neither cold nor warm but fascinating enough to tempt us for a long walk..

A starry sky without a speck of cloud. The chirping of birds on the tree bough was soothing to the ears.and some of these would flutter over our heads just to say “hello”.

This was a daily morning phenomenon.

I dressed up in thick cotton pajama and put on ‘pheron’ a loose Kashmiri gown made from woolen cloth.

My father, a six footer of heavy build with dusky complexion, dressed up in Tweed long coat buttoned up to his neck, carrying a staff in his right hand beckoned me to follow him . He walked fast with his outstretched strides .It was very difficult for a tiny figure like me to keep pace with his long steps.

But then he would wait intermittently , hold my hand for a comfortable walk.

The walk was long on the tarred avenue with tall poplar trees on either side, presenting a panoramic view.

The chirpy morning was peaceful and I enjoyed loitering here and there without the noise and honking of the vehicles .

Occasionally a Tonga or a car would speed by and the occupants would wave while zipping across the lonely road.

After trudging for a long walk, we halted by the side of a gurgling stream namely DOODH GANGA every day to enjoy the blissful spectacle of day breaking into dawn.

After crossing the Doodah Ganga we descended the big slope into a plain, a huge ground called Chand Mari. Indian Military forces  had occupied Chand Mari as point of security in the city boundaries.

My father went to one of the camps and called ‘‘Hey

Bonwer Singhji Good morning”

“Good morning Sirji” Bonwer singh came out of the camp “how are you my boy “ He continued.

“Very well “ I replied in a low tone

Bonwar singh, a burly Sardarji was Major and in charge of the Security of Chand Mari Military Force. My father struck friendship with him and inadvertently stopped for a cup of tea and a normal gossip .

“ Sirji you had promised that your son will sing a song . I understand he is good singer “ Bonwar Singh asked .

“ yes why not ,my son sings well.” replied my father

“Biju go ahead sing something” ordered my father.

 I sang ‘khoya khoya chand khulla asman ‘ a Bollywood   song .

 ‘wah wah Biju you sing beautiful. There is modulation in your voice and I am sure you will be a good singer “ Bonwar singh said .

I felt myself at the top of the world.

For a week or so we could not come to see Bonwar Singh

And finally one day we did halt outside the Camp in Chand Mari .

“Tussi Kethay ho Singh Sahib “ shouted my father

“Kaun Hai “ A voice enquired .

“Is Bonwar Singhnji there” my father asked politely.

    A tall Sikh Officer came out while tying up his turban.

“ Hello sirji Bonwar Singh ji is transferrd to Ladakh

and now I , Amitabh singh is new Commander here. “

“Oh I see , glad to meet you .Bonwar singh was a bosom friend just stopped to say hello” my father replied shaking hands with the officer.

“do come sir. I am your new friend .what is your name pl.”

“KNK. Principal in a school ,see you officer sometimes later” my father replied ,waving his hand as we moved onwards.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE RAINS

Aah comes the rain

Torrential rains

Dark clouds growl

The fierce wind howl

Splashing water on to

the

Window panes

Cooling off spitting

fire

From the heart

And mind.

Aah comes the rain

Gushing ferociously

through the lane

rinsing off the paths

nooks and corners

and setting the green

verdure to the

glistening grass.

Making the prospectus

Inviting embracing

To love

Aah comes the rain

Slithering down the

Body and bosom

The water spatters

On the fleshy contours

Raindrops scatter

Like pretty flowers

Soothing the scorching

sores to blissful

ecstasy.