It is your fate

Children might turn ungrateful

And parents are orphaned.

By having no children, can

We alter the status? No.

31.12.2007

ended the 2007 year poems.

I Want To Watch You Ride by M.A.Meddings

I want to watch you ride
In cruciform poise over me
Finger touch, supported ecstasy
And I want to see the glory
Of your perfect breasts
Heaving gently as we move
In rhythmic harmony
I want to hear delightful cries of awful beauty
Signaling the rapture of our joy
Then see your freckles shine
As you become mine
God how I want to watch you ride

Poetbay.com An awesome love

Vishalkshi.

Her husband is dead.

Tragic or pleasing news!

That too in a car accident.

She was my love five decades back.

Our sojourn was a month

In her village where I chanced to stay.

Loveliness and gracefulness

Combined, she was a lotus.

No wonder, I loved her.

It is wonder, she loved me.

She loved me more

Than I loved her, the poor.

Her love was pure and genuine.

My love was daring and fast.

Our eyes crossed and then talked.

Our lips talked and then touched.

It is the virgin love for the both.

She sanctioned my visit once

To her house and to the room

Where we were closeted.

She believed me to such extent

That she conceded to be undraped

And surrendered to my trust.

Too tender in age, I deserted her.

It took three decade for me

To trace her and meet her.

Then she was not a lotus

But reminded me of a cactus,

Aging being prominent.

Now she is a widow.

I am not a widower.

Otherwise, I would have wiped

The sin I committed to her.

31.12.2007

Let the death be the penalty

You are more enchanting

Than the enchantment itself.

You are more beauteous

Than all beauties combined.

I love you from my heart;

You must be the whole heart.

You are my ultimate.

The bliss is when we mate.

Let the death be the penalty.

31.12.2007

Sex in Tantra

Sex is neither moral nor immoral.

It is amoral, more than corporal.

Who else can man love other than woman?

He can love like none other when sexual.

Such love will surpass any other love.

Only he who could unfold the strength of love

And could see and feel the Supreme Being.

Then what is the role of woman in sex?

She places herself in the place of God

And connect man, who is earthy,

To the Ultimate, and get energized.

She connects herself in the process

To the Ultimate and feel the Ultimate

She enjoys the role of a benefactor.

31.12.2007

[Tantra is the oldest Indian philosophy,

Existing before Vedic philosophy flourished]

Womanhood in Tantra

The nudity is not an obscenity.

The nudity either in arts or in person

Is neither moral nor immoral.

To be naked is to be unashamed

And is in the realization of

The bodily perfection and no more.

There must be no shame in the viewers’ eyes.

Femininity and sexuality

And motherhood are the female’s identity.

It is the male’s gaze that shapes a woman.

Breasts are motherhood; hips are fecundity.

She is the soil where men’s seed are grown.

Face and limbs represent femininity.

In Tantra, woman is all in all.

31.12.2007

The prejudiced love

We belong to the same caste

The same profession and

The same social status.

We started loving each other.

Is it love?

31.12.2007

When the survival is at stake…

Tolerate if someone fights you for food.

Tolerate if someone steel from you food.

Don’t retaliate. The survival is at stake.

30.12.2007

Not to be a cartoonist

If I were an artist, yours would be my figure.

If I were a poet, yours would be my thought.

If I were a writer, yours would be my theme.

You in mind, I don’t want to be a cartoonist.

30.12.2007

Neither good nor bad

The one who is kind, is kind

As he enjoys being kind.

The one who is mean, is mean

As he enjoys being mean.

Neither good nor bad are they.

30.12.2007

Who is a philanthropist?

I robed thousand men, no one knows.

I fed hundred men, each one knows.

I am a philanthropist.

31.12.2007

The divorce is a boon

Suppose you buy a house only once

Or make a friend with one only once

Or have a work with no right to alter,

Can you feel free? The divorce is a boon.

30.12.2007

The prejudice counts

Had I not known that it was she

Who had been crowned Miss World,

Could I have given her that weight

That I had given? Prejudice counts.

30.12.2007

The merit of love

I have enjoyed seeing your grandmother sing.

I have later enjoyed seeing your mother sing.

Now I am interested in seeing you sing.

Adaptability is the merit of man’s love for woman.

30.12.2007

Premature exits

An incoming one, though inferior,

With its freshness, will replace the one

Which is in focus being not yet stale.

Thus we all meet premature exits.

30.12.2007

Without inhibition

When two make love,

The night loses its colour,

The time, its relevance,

The self, its distinction

And the space, its paucity.

Sweats taste sweet, and

Odour turns lavender.

Identity is dissolved

Shame is mortgaged.

Each one pleases and gets pleased.

Each one purrs and gets purred.

Each one yields and gets in return.

That place and that time

Give them the very heaven,

Where they float

With out any inhibition.

29.12.2007

To make one smile

I am pleased to know that you smile.

I am still more pleased to know

That I am the reason behind it.

To make smile is more than smiling.

29.12.2007

Love is a fort

How high the sky is,

How long the river is

And how strong the wind is

Are immaterial to me

As long as I get a clue

How high our love is,

How big our love is

And how vast our love is.

Love is a fort

29.12.2007

Friends are liars

Half of what your friends say to you,

Of you, are false.

Half of what your friends say to you,

Of your foes, are false.

They do so to remain your friends.

29.12.2007

No individual soul

Which- the soul or body-

Is the cause of one

To be holy or lowly?

Which- the soul or the body-

Is the cause for the king

To down and the traitor to crown?

Which- the soul or the body-

Is the seat of genes

That transmits features?

Soul and body are co-born

Ever since when life was born.

At no stage, be birth, embryo,

Zygote or gametes that fuse,

Was the life born for the soul

To enter the body at birth,

And part at death.

Death is no more than

A death of a twig of the tree.

28.12.2007

The influence of the environment

I wear and tear as I am expected to

By those I like to identify with.

I want to adapt to the society

I want to associate myself with.

The space and the time shift me here and there,

Which brings me to new environments

And accordingly I change my colour.

Yet I boast of my individuality.

27.12.2007