Human touch, like a word on paper, may create
Wind can blow away the fragrance of herbs –
Marooned thoughts make love an inactive verb.
That only tidal-waves and epics gesticulate
Is wrong. Ripples and haikus fill any chasm:
It is passion that creates an orgasm.
Addressing a bespectacled spouse
Is vulnerable but original. It is darling
Unclichéd and nakedly poised to sing.
Shops do not sell, though love
Offered for those who step forward to share
Smiles. Care in fun is fun to care.
A frog kissed in vain must not
Set in pillory
Passion that swore to win. Obstacles
Cannot forever put sperms in shackles.
The Kamasutra talks of not just one, two,
Positions to please. It talks of perfection
Through riyaz. An attempt is, at best, a fraction.
Trying to be a star will not help
Be a tree. Shooting like Arjun is trust
In self. A grenade has to burst.
Note: First published in the Poetry Society (India) Anthology and then subsequently in the PN Review dated 02 January 1995.
Written on 30 August 1991