Category: Women -as we are!

  • A Barbarous Bogart.

    Garbed in a glorious bedlah She tranced towards me like a Cinderella, With mischievous eyes and a coy smile She perpetuates my wait, longer than the river Nile.   She sways her waist with obtuse precision Making my lust ameliorate with elysian, Her biased hips, her light feet transfix me…

  • An Unwilling Bouzouki

    Sitting on chairs in proper alignment It seems a long ago, when we students were huddled about, Celebrating India’s independence was the days’ requirement Making our English teacher proud.   Constantly, we had chided and pleased To do something else as a substitute to teach, We did it often, played…

  • The Mystical Pishogue.

    I am meek I am mild. I am an emblem of docile.   I am innocent I am polite. I am an insignia of comply.   I am submissive I am conceding. I am an image of yielding.   I am sweet I am honest. I am a metaphor of…

  • Her Mysterious Meshuga.

    There is a whirlwind of chaos inside her An entropy, a madness, a little emptiness That ceases her sanity from within. The mania, the frenzy, the wilderness All a part of her nugatory existence.   The deadening disarray enchaining her minds Building a claustrophobia Which you may never succeed to…

  • The Disguised Innocence.

    She was walking alone, dazed, on a torturous esplanade Fighting battles that she didn’t know existed within, Shaky, confused, confounded Adrift amidst her own gloomy labyrinth.   Having abandoned her modest attire The saree, the simplicity, long discarded, Adorning herself in skirts, she became a voracious liar Determining to no…

  • The Betraying Eyes.

    Walking down that lane An identical cup of coffee in hand, Her captivating smell brushed my senses And I just fell in love.   A crop top and a snuggish denim skirt Defining unpretentiously her grimacing smirk. Hair curly and wild, and on her feet some ragged sneakers Elucidating the…

  • The Amorous Collywobbles.

    Walking down that lane An identical cup of coffee in hand, Her mesmerizing smell brushed my senses And I just fell in love.   Clad in a simple red rayon saree Defining so alluringly her beautiful body, A mundane watch on her left wrist Elucidating simplicity, discarding the dramatic twist.…

  • A Dormant Warriors’ Wound.

    My father’s friend His brother, Whose daughter For me a complete stranger.   A 19 something girl Docile but not fragile, A smart intelligent girl Who was just beginning to rise.   Staying in an urban city Away from her parents and family, She was inching towards her dream Wanting…

  • Her Altruistic Mien.

    Have you ever seen a heart Who has love, unconditional? Have you ever met someone Who has given herself so benevolently? I have. And I keep meeting them. Whenever I talk to a woman Every now and then. I meet her in an infant daughter Who is innocent enough to…