Fig Tree

Jesus cursed the Fig tree because it bore no fruit. As an idiom fig tree means a curse. Don’t put a fig tree on anyone. Jesus, I don’t want to be the fig tree.

Letter to a Lover

Sunset is hued with red and purple and I am a poet watching its beauty surface. Romance is in the air….a passion which I feel in the heart…..Are you romantic darling? Your body is lyrical verses of poetry and your eyes are twinkling stars. Your breasts are figs of Lebanon. Your curves flow smooth as a Grecian urn. Let’s make the sweet poetry of love …..I invite you to my bed ….Long to taste all your sweet orifices and orgasm you to ecstasy.

Letter to a Lover

Your letter filled me with so much warmth. I have instantly taken a liking for you. My love for you fills me with poems of the heart. Beauty echoes a treble, a chorus of melodies of the heart. I am a poet at heart and if I have food for my romantic soul, I am a happy person. I call you in a poem and caress you with guitar strings of the heart. Your feelings are so profound, so majestic, so filled with grandeur. I would love to satisfy all your desires of the heart, body and soul. I would love the mornings to wake up with you, with you lying in my chest….and flowing you with sweet kisses. Yes, I would love to make coffee for you and watch the beautiful colors of the sun with you. I would love to write poems for you and sedate you with love. Yes, I am dazzled by your beauty, your soul full of love. I hope you can come here to Kerala and visit me.

Abstract

Feelings
Are the monsoon…
They fall as
A rain of tempest…
Passions
Are an eclipse…
I have a
Rainbow
In my heart…
My lover
Sing a song
Of love to me…
Life is an
Erotic
Pasture …
Where in the
Waste land
Am I ….
Yes, Camus
Life is
Meaningless
And absurd…
Give me
The strength
To bear my angst….
Time is calypso
On wings …
Destiny
You are a
Future
Locked in gold…
Charm is
A brothel
Of the mind…
Time sew
A ribbon of luck…
Let me sing
The songs
Of the desert …
Nirvana
You are
A Buddha
Of the heart….
A trope is
A gem of poetry…
Luck you are
Hidden in
A fairy’s wand…
Poems speak
Of adoration
Of the body ….
Time a tempters
Snare …

The Moon

The Druid awake
Now in the mist
Of the night….
A beauty
Of a dream
Gone by…..
Crystal ball
Shining
As a maverick
Witch…
Shadows
Of the moon,
Beyond the
Tree …
Lighting
Up the soul
So sweet…
White robed
Saint ….
A panorama
Of the occult
In beauty…
Dogs howl
In ghostly
Whispers…