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.


Are the monsoon…
They fall as
A rain of tempest…
Are an eclipse…
I have a
In my heart…
My lover
Sing a song
Of love to me…
Life is an
Pasture …
Where in the
Waste land
Am I ….
Yes, Camus
Life is
And absurd…
Give me
The strength
To bear my angst….
Time is calypso
On wings …
You are a
Locked in gold…
Charm is
A brothel
Of the mind…
Time sew
A ribbon of luck…
Let me sing
The songs
Of the desert …
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
As a maverick
Of the moon,
Beyond the
Tree …
Up the soul
So sweet…
White robed
Saint ….
A panorama
Of the occult
In beauty…
Dogs howl
In ghostly


John wound himself and the clock. Poets twinkled in the sky. Morning was a passionate dream. Sound colored the sky. Baggage walked to the airport. I laughed till the sky fell on my head. Death is a venomous fang. He composed art and a song. Passion is the river of emotion. Song of love take refuge in the heart. Life is the beauty of a river. Birds glided as a gentle opera. Time has to live passionately. Luck is a bard of hope. Rain, I love its rhythms as it dances over the roof tops. Envy is death of the soul. Blues you are a figure of speech. The earth is a fruit tasty to be devoured. Angst lives in the soul and it fornicates the heart. Democracy is a myopic ballot. Ecstasy you live in the fruit of poetry.