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PLEASE SEE WHAT THE RUSSIANS HAD TO SAY ON THE NEW YEAR AND CHRISTMAS JANUARY 7TH 2008

Helen Louise Herron "Nellie" Taft (June 2, 1861 – May 22, 1943) was the wife of William Howard Taft and First Lady of the United States from 1909 to 1913.William Howard Taft (September 15, 1857 – March 8, 1930) was the 27th President of the United States (1909–1913) and later the tenth Chief Justice of the United States (1921–1930).BEAUTIFUL WHITE HAIR. The social highlight of the Taft administration was the silver wedding anniversary gala (June 19, 1911) for some 8,000 guests. In her most lasting contribution as First Lady, Mrs. Taft arranged for the planting of the 3,000 Japanese cherry trees that grace the Washington Tidal Basin; with the wife of the Japanese ambassador, she personally planted the first two saplings in ceremonies on March 27, 1912.
Prohibition was a major political debate at the time. Mrs. Taft was a Wet, so White House guests were entertained with alcohol during her time as First Lady. The former president opposed prohibition during his presidency and much of his time as Chief Justice, but was himself a teetotaler and during his last years wrote letters in support of Prohibition's objectives. Upon leaving the White House in 1913, Taft was appointed the Chancellor Kent Professor of Law and Legal History at Yale Law School.[9] At the same time, Taft was elected president of the American Bar Association. He spent much of his time writing newspaper articles and books, most notably his series on American legal philosophy. On June 30, 1921, following the death of Chief Justice Edward Douglass White, President Warren G. Harding nominated Taft to take his place. For a man who had once remarked, "there is nothing I would have loved more than being chief justice of the United States" the nomination to oversee the highest court in the land was like a dream come true.As such, he became the only President to serve as Chief Justice, and thus the only former President to swear in subsequent Presidents, giving the oath of office to both Calvin Coolidge (in 1925) and Herbert Hoover (in 1929). With Taft's appointment to the Supreme Court, Mrs. Taft became the only woman to be both First Lady and wife of a chief justice.
She died on May 22, 1943, and was buried next to the president at Arlington National Cemetery. Taft retired as Chief Justice on February 3, 1930, because of ill health. Charles Evans Hughes, whom he had appointed to the Court while president, succeeded him.
Five weeks following his retirement, Taft died, on March 8, 1930, the same date as Associate Justice Edward Terry Sanford (who died unexpectedly). Three days following his demise, on March 11, he became the first president to be buried at Arlington National Cemetery.






















































































PLEASE SEE WHAT THE RUSSIANS HAD TO SAY ON THE NEW YEAR

December 31, 2007
Monday


A New Year Address to the Nation.


Dear fellow citizens of Russia, Dear friends,
Today I would like to say something special to you. As we see off the outgoing year, I want to sincerely thank you for everything that we have done together with you during the past eight years.
All that we have managed to achieve would have been simply impossible without your steadfast support, without your trust, without your direct participation in the revival of our country.
We have not only restored the territorial integrity of Russia. But once again we are able to feel we are a united people. And all these years we worked together to preserve our country, to transform it into a modern, free, strong state able to provide its citizens with a convenient and comfortable life.
We have seen how, from year to year, Russia has been gaining in strength and becoming stronger. How our economy has been growing. How new opportunities have been opening up for the people.
To be sure, we have not managed to do everything. But I am quite certain that the road the people have chosen for Russia is the right road and that it will lead us to success. We have everything to achieve our goal – our great history, colossal resources, courage, industriousness and intellectual potential of our great nation.
Dear friends,
In a few minutes, we shall usher in the New Year. This is a holiday filled with love for our dear ones, with the warmth of our homes. A holiday of hope and belief that everything will turn out the way we want it to turn out. That our life will become better. That our children will be happy. That our elderly people will be healthy and safe. That our country will become stronger and blossom.
So let us wish each other new achievements. And, of course, we shall raise our glasses to the health and happiness of our near and dear, to those whom we value and cherish more than anything else in the world. To whom we give the warmth of our hearts and with whom we want to be together.
So may your most cherished dreams come true! Be happy, dear friends!
I wish you all the best for the New Year!
READ WHAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA HAD TO SAY ON EASTER- 2007
Presidential Message: Easter 2007
"Rejoice!"
Matthew 28
Laura and I send greetings to all those celebrating the glorious Easter holiday.
The Resurrection of Jesus Christ is the most important event of the Christian faith. Easter morning holds wonder and promise, and it is a chance for people everywhere to gather with family and friends to celebrate the power of love conquering death. In this season of renewal, we can rejoice in Christ's rising, draw strength and inspiration from His example, and remember that in the end, even death itself will be defeated.
This Easter we pray for all our men and women in uniform and for the military families whose loved ones are deployed on important missions in distant lands. We remember especially those who have given their lives in freedom's cause.
On this powerful day, let us join together and give thanks to the Almighty for the glory of His grace.
Happy Easter, and may God bless you.
GEORGE W. BUSH

December 24, 2007
Monday


The Year of the Family aims to revive family values in Russia.


Speaking at the ceremony, President Vladimir Putin addressed his greetings to parents of large families, young families and senior citizens.
Mr Putin said that laying the foundations for a strong family requires immense daily effort, hard work, patience and responsibility. The Year of the Family should make a vital contribution to reviving a responsible and respectful attitude towards family values, the President said.
Earlier, Mr Putin declared 2008 the Year of the Family in Russia. A decree to this effect was signed in June 2007.

An Islamic Offshoot - Zikri Baluch


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Jaunpur, Uttar Pradesh-Birth of the promised Mehdi (Syed Muhammed Jaunpuri) Besides the grand Sharki period mosque
Ramadan 2007 / 1428 : Day 30 for October 12
The Zikri Baluch are an offshoot of mainstream Islam that is concentrated in the Baluchistan Province of Pakistan. There are about 750,000 adherents in this group. Most Zikris live in Baluchistan, but a large number also live in the region around Karachi and Iran. A high percentage of Zikris are involved in fishing, mainly along the coast of the Arabian Sea. Some are also involved in farming, basket weaving and making other hand crafted items.

Muslim But Different

Their practices are based around the teachings of Syed Mohammad Jaunpuri, a 15th century and South Asian Islamic Messiah figure (Mahdi). In religious practice, the Zikris differ greatly from mainstream Muslims. Zikris perform five daily prayer rituals called Zikr in which sacred verses are recited which differ from orthodox Islamic prayer. Zikris do pilgrimage to their most famous shrine at Koh-e-Murad, near the city of Turbat in Baluchistan, on the twenty seventh night of Ramadan. “Koh” means “mountain”, and “Murad” is a name, meaning “aim”or “desire”. It has been reported that the Zikris perform rites similar to a traditional Hajj when on pilgrimage to the shrine.
The name Zikri comes from the Arabic word dhikr (pronounced “Zikr” in South Asia) that refers to remembrance, usually of Allah. This is reflective of the Zikri worship, focused on the recitation of Islamic credos. The movement of Syed Jaunpuri started as a reaction to the worldly pursuits of the Muslim elite. Zikris have faced persecution mainly from Sunni Muslims, but this usually has occurred in areas where they are in a minority, or in conflict with non-Zikri power groups. The Zikri came to Baluchistan seeking safety, and in their isolation, they deviated from the Muslim majority practices.

The Future Question

It is probable that many other influences will come into the lives of the Zikri in the coming years. The Pakistani and Chinese governments have been deeply involved in developing the Gwadar deep-sea port which is being linked to the rest of Pakistan, to China and to Central Asia through a system of roads and pipelines. Gwadar’s population is about 50% Zikri. If the forecasted economic development based on the port actually takes place all of Baluchistan and the region will be significantly affected.
It has been reported by a couple of fishermen that Jesus appeared to them in a storm and rescued them while on a fishing trip. Pray that many more Zikri fishermen would truly encounter Jesus, and become real fishers of men!

Prayer Requests for the Zikri Baluch:

* In recent years a number of Zikris who have become followers of Jesus. Pray for growth in the ways of God (faith, hope and love) for all of these new believers (1 Cor 13).
* Pray also that these new believers would make known their faith among their family and friends, and that whole families and clans would become followers of Jesus.
* Pray that the top religious leaders of the Zikris would come to know Jesus, through the Scriptures, testimonies, films, dreams, visions, healings, etc., so that their followers would also embrace the Truth.
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That Deadly Bolt from the Blue
Navtej Sarna
Seven years ago it made big bold screaming headlines; today those headlines are relegated to the back files of newspapers. That is what time does to tragedy.
Seven years ago a cool but vigorous breeze blew down the streets of North Delhi . And became, suddenly, a furious sound that burst upon us. Flames sprouted from an electricity pole at the Maurice Nagar crossing and we began to sprint for shelter as the transformation from cool and lovely to cool and deadly became complete. Today fear and bewilderment mark the memories of those terrifying minutes.
We had crouched in a college corridor as the ill wind swept past us. Caught in the backlash of a flippant generation, we had, even then as we crouched, begun to wonder - a la Snoopy - whether it was a bird, a place or what. Only to discover later that it had been a tornado. It had seemed a vicious magic device unleashed by an angry god. Striking down a narrow, unfortunate path, the storm had left huge trees uprooted, walls flattened, buses overturned, and many people dead.
There was a tossed-up statue, a murderous labyrinth of power lines, and a strange, almost unholy calm.
It lasted barely a few minutes. First, it attacked the senses as it came hurtling down with a flash from Shakti Nagar towards Maurice Nagar. Then, it attacked the body as it began to suck up everything in its way into its gigantic self. And, finally, it sped off losing its force gradually and emptying its bowls along the way.
A scooter going down Mall Road was deposited on the roof of Khalsa College ,
a soft drink kiosk near Delhi University ’s Arts Faculty was found, battered and bent, nearly 500 meters away. Buses were flung a hundred meters off their course, and the human casualties were horrifying.
People who saw it from afar remember it today as a very beautiful cloud, but the weatherman it was who analyzed the vicious face of this funnel-shaped fury. Even as people hunted for a name to describe this phenomenon, scientists at the Meteorological Department pointed out that a tornado was a bit of a mystery, even to them.
It was not the same thing as a cyclone, they said. A cyclone has a diameter of at least 100 km and lasts several days. A tornado is rarely over a kilometer in diameter and lasts only a few moments. A rare happening was a tornado in the USA which lasted over seven hours.
Take a thunderstorm and add to it a combination of thermal and mechanical forces and you will get the ménage a trois of nature that goes by the name of tornado.
Rotating Winds
Winds rotating at a high speed usually in an anticlockwise direction form a whirlpool structure. A semi-cavity forms in the vortex with the centrifugal forces creating a vacuum, and this gives the tornado its destructive power. The enormous pressure difference sucks objects mercilessly into the seemingly insatiable belly of the storm and the debris which is collected gives the tornado its dark, ominous colour.
The tornado is a frequent happening in the USA . These short-lived, ferocious storms hit hard and fast and often in “families” of two or three. In an awesome 25 minutes in 1942, Baldwyn in Mississippi was hit by two tornadoes. A stunned Minnesota in 1951 saw an 83-ton railroad coach with 117 passengers swept 80-ft into the air and flung into a ditch. Oklahoma has been struck by over two dozen such storms since 1892.
Tornadoes are difficult to predict; the only prediction which can be made with any certainty is that of a severe thunderstorm. A tentative area of high tornado-potential can then be marked off. Sky warm stations in the USA manned by trained watchers keep a keen lookout for these storms. Localized destruction patterns help the community organize warnings and evacuations. Ironically, it is the frequency of the tornado that has established an effective warning system.
In India , tornadoes have usually occurred in rural areas; the Delhi tornado was probably the first to hit a thickly populated area. The absence of concrete structures in rural areas has kept casualties low.
But the 1963 a tornado that swept through 33 villages of the Cooch-Behar area left over 100 people dead and thousands homeless. Less credible is the tale of the 1892 tornado in the 24-Parganas where hailstones weighing 1.6 kg each were reportedly seen. The occurrence in largely rural areas has made reporting, recording and early sighting of tornadoes difficult in India .
Its enigmatic violent nature and tremendous destructive power make the tornado one of the most fierce of nature’s weapons. When it struck Delhi , it had left behind a fearsome night. We had watched in a daze as the area was cordoned off and relief work set in motion.
Searchlights had lit up the narrow path of destruction while fire engines and ambulances sounded through the night. The next day it had all seemed a bit too much to believe.
And as the initial shock wore away, the Delhi University wags went into action. One pointed out that only the front of a well-known girls’ college had been ravaged; another that the Delhi University Students’ Union would gherao the Vice-Chancellor in protest.
PLEASE SEE WHAT HRD ARJUN SINGH HAD TO SAY
Date:24/06/2007 URL: http://www.thehindu.com/2007/06/24/stories/2007062460920300.htm

New Delhi

Ambedkar a role model for youth today, says Arjun
Staff Reporter
“Learn from his doggedness and determination”
“Well done”: Human Resources Development Minister Arjun Singh presenting the 3rd Ambedkar Ratan Samman to a student at Shri Ram College of Commerce in Delhi on Saturday.
NEW DELHI: Urging the student community to draw lessons from the inspiring life of the chief architect of the Constitution, B. R. Ambedkar, Union Human Resource Development Minister Arjun Singh on Saturday said the youth must contribute towards the development of an ideal society.
Giving away the “3rd Ambedkar Ratna Samman-2007” to students from across the country who performed well in the Class XII examination at a function organised by the Ambedkar Students’ Organisation here, the Minister said: “Students should learn from Dr. Ambdekar’s doggedness and determination. They should help in developing an ideal society where the poor and vulnerable sections of society will get justice.”
“Though there has been an increase in the number of students at different levels of education, unemployment and economic disparity still exist owing to which the youth get disillusioned,” said the Minister. “This is when they get attracted to crime and communalism. The youth should be alert of such forces. Every child who is getting awarded today is an Ambedkar, Gandhi or Einstein. The youth has to take the country to newer heights.”
The Minister awarded 23 students, comprising three from the general category and the rest from Scheduled Castes/Scheduled Tribes and Other Backward Classes, for scoring 90 per cent and above in the Class XII examination conducted by different Boards.
As many as 250 students who scored more then 80 per cent were felicitated, while a large number of children were awarded certificates for having scored 70 per cent and above.
Delhi University Vice-Chancellor Deepak Pental congratulated the young scholars and hoped that most of these meritorious students would get admission to the University.
Former Member of Parliament Surender Mohan and All-India Youth Congress president Ashok Tanwar were among those present at the function.
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WHAT MR.PENTAL HAD TO SAY
On Record
DU will consolidate and innovate,
says new VC Prof Pental
by Smriti Kak Ramachandran
Prof Deepak Pental
Prof Deepak Pental
Professor Deepak Pental, the new Vice-Chancellor of Delhi University, is an eminent Professor of Genetics. He has earned recognition for his work in the field of breeding crop plants by conventional and molecular methods. An alumnus of Punjab University, Chandigarh, he is an elected member of the National Academy of Agricultural Sciences, the National Academy of Sciences and the Indian National Science Academy. He has done extensive work on the practical implications in crops like mustard, cotton and tomato. In an interview to The Sunday Tribune, Prof Pental talks of his vision for the university.
Excerpts:
Q: How do you plan to bring the university at par with the best universities of the world?
A: I would like to first strengthen the library and laboratory systems. We have already introduced significant changes like the revised courses at the undergraduate level. Their successful implementation will indeed be a challenge. There is need for overall improvement in research and education. Good education and good research go hand in hand; some of the best known universities in the world have an excellent research profile.
Then, we will focus on development of course materials. In terms of research, the emphasis would be on sprucing the libraries, laboratories and allowing access to data banks all over the world. Our students and faculty should be able to make full use of the information available on any subject through Internet. We look forward to improvement in educational standards.
Q: What is your opinion about the resentment among teachers and students over the hurried introduction of the revised curriculum and reforms like internal assessment?
A: I am not aware of any resentment. These changes were long overdue. Why should someone with a first division be given a degree that reads Pass Course? The BA Pass Course should have been revamped years ago. How long can we continue teaching things that are not interesting or relevant?
As regards early or hurried implementation of these courses, how long should we have waited? When is the right time? There is a need to change the mindset. Internal assessment in itself has given the teachers and students an opportunity to connect and it helps in bridging gaps.
Moreover, it involves transparency and both teachers and students become responsible and accountable. Yet, if there are concerns about changes that have been proposed after much effort, then we can sit together and work out solutions.
Q: Given your interest in research, do you propose to set up new programmes or departments?
A: We have a number of research areas and in many spheres we are doing very well. Research papers from our colleagues and scholars are being published in journals of international repute. The idea right now is not to expand, but to strengthen. We need to consolidate what we have and innovate.
Besides, there is a new trend emerging. The colleges are offering add on courses along with the main course of study. This way, students learn more. In Life Sciences, for instance, we are doing well. The plant molecular department, working on the rice genome, is doing commendable work. We need to encourage departments and projects like this.
Q: Do you think students are not keen to go for higher studies and research?
A: Research is time consuming. The economy is booming in sectors like banking, IT, management and BPOs. Naturally, there is a drift towards these options rather than for research. Our aim should be to think of modules that cost less, but produce maximum knowledge. We are facing the situation similar to most developing nations, where research and development need uplift.
We need to entice good students towards research. Our science curriculum is unimaginative, the facilities in laboratories not too good and there is also parental pressure. All parents want their children to settle down fast. We need to increase the quantum of grants and encourage competitive grant system for universities. Instead of a combined grant, let there be grants for individual departments, because collective grants do not cover expenses like repair and replenishing.
Q: How will the IT sector address issues concerning India’s growth?
A: IT can contribute to national success tremendously. Any sector can work for the nation by first realising what its basic requirements are. For us where a majority of population lives in rural areas, everyday information needs to be relayed and this is where IT can lend a helping hand.
They could begin by helping people get basic information like weather forecasting, information to farmers on seed kinds and quality, consumer rights, where and how people can get their work done like registering births and deaths.
India’s potential in the IT sector has been recognised abroad, but it should help bridge the divide within the country. This can be done with valuable inputs from the recently set up Knowledge Commission.
ISRAEL PEACE ISSUE
Memorial Hall, where the Annapolis Conference on Middle East peace will get underway today. Photo by Mark Silva

by Mark Silva

November 27, 2007

'Don't Give Up the Ship' -- the motto at Annapolis

ANNAPOLIS -- "Don't Give Up the Ship,'' reads the motto on the flag hanging in a glass case above the main hallway of Bancroft Hall at the U.S. Naval Academy which leads to Memorial Hall, an ornate space surrounded by pillars, topped with a vaulted skylight and adorned with chandeliers.
The same flag hangs in a glass case on a side wall of the conference's Memorial Hall as well -- hanging above the side of the table where President Bush will be seated.
This is where Bush will join Israeli and Palestinian leaders and representatives from Egypt, Saudi Arabia and Syria and others -- a total of 40 nations, plus the Arab League and Portugal as the representative of the European Union -- around a square table set up for "The Annapolis Conference.'' No negotiations will take place here, the White House says. But instead, Israeli and Palestinian leaders will commit themselves to negotiations aimed at securing a lasting peace between Israelis and Palestinians.
The goal has eluded them for decades. And for three decades, American presidents have attempted, in varying measures, to secure an accord that not only confirms Israel's place in the world, but also provides Palestinians a place. President Bush, the first U.S. president to endorse the creation of a Palestinian state, has convened this conference -- some five years after first voicing his goal of Israelis and Palestinians living side-by-side in peace.
For leaders filling Memorial Hall, it is a question of saving ships of state.
Bancroft Hall, on the campus of the U.S. Naval Academy at Annapolis. This houses Memorial Hall, setting for the Annapolis Conference. Photo by Silva
This is the seating chart in Memorial Hall today:
Looking at the conference table as a square, with the top in front of the pillars and a mural of The Annapolis Conference that frames the setting:
It would appear that chairs are reserved at the top of the square for Olmert and Abbas.
Seated down the left side of the square:
Arab League, Algeria, Austria, Bahrain, Brazil, Canada, China, Denmark, Egypt, France, Germany, Greece, India, Indonesia, Italy
At the bottom of the square:
Japan, Jordan, Lebanon, Malaysia, Mauritania, Morroco, Norway, Oman, Pakistan, Poland and Qatar
Up the right side of the square:
Saudi Arabia, Senegal, Slovenia, South Africa, Spain, Sudan, Sweden, Syria, Tunisia, Turkey, United Arab Emirates, United States, Yemen, Portugal.

Bush to Middle East leaders: 'Thanks for coming'

The entrance to the hall at the U.S. Naval Academy where the Middle East peace conference was convened today. Photo by Mark Silva
by Mark Silva
ANNAPOLIS -- "Thanks for coming,'' President Bush told the leaders of Israel and the Palestinian Authority, representatives of Saudi Arabia, Syria, the Sudan and some three-dozen other nations represented at today's Annapolis Conference.
And then Bush was gone.
The president, who has maintained that the United States will foster but not attempt to steer any of the peace-talks to which the Israelis and Palestinians have committed themselves today, did not even stay for lunch at the Naval Academy officer's club.
Bush shook hands and clasped Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas and Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert as the three delivered promising speeches here -- all sounding a common refrain, that "the time is right'' for peace talks. See Bush's speech here.
But 10 minutes after Olmert finished speaking, just after noon, Bush lifted off from the grounds of the U.S. Naval Academy in Marine One for a return helicopter ride to the White House. Abbas and Olmert, who met with Bush in the Oval Office on Monday, will return Wednesday for a followup before departing and opening talks which they have pledged to start next month.
"Thanks for coming'' -- Bush told the audience around the square table of Memorial Hall. He had met here with the two leaders beforehand, strode into the hall with them, and then he was gone. He returned to the White House for a meeting with Iraqi representatives and an interview with the Associated Press, in which he was certain to speak of today's achievements.
It was "a big event,'' White House Press Secretary Dana Perino said later in Washington. Tomorrow morning "is like the after-party.''

November 7, 2007

This 'George W' finally called Musharraf today

President Bush at Mount Vernon, home of 'the other George W,' said he finally had called Pakistan's Pervez Musharraf today. Photo by Mark Silva

by Mark Silva
MOUNT VERNON, Va. -- Today -- four days after Pakistani President Gen. Pervez Musharraf declared emergency rule and started arresting protestors -- President Bush finally made a personal phone call to a U.S. ally who has collected more than $11 billion in aid since 2001 and pledged to steer his nation toward democracy.
"My message was that we believe strongly in elections, and that you ought to have elections soon, and you need to take off your uniform,'' Bush said of his conversation with the president and Army chief of staff in Pakistan. "You can't be the president and the head of the military at the same time. So I had a very frank discussion with him.''
But it took the better part of four days for this discussion to take place, as Bush's senior aides -- including Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice -- made their objections known in Islamabad. The White House had spoken of the strategy involved in letting others speak first. But members of Congress now are starting to challenge that U.S. aid to Pakistan.
Bush revealed his call to Musharraf today at a press conference with Nicolas Sarkozy, president of France, at Mount Vernon, the home of George Washington. Bush often refers to Washington as that "other George W," and he did last night with Sarkozy at the White House. Today, though, it was all business. And time to report on that phone call to Musharraf.
"Look, our objective is the same in Burma as it is in Pakistan, and that is to promote democracy,'' Bush said. "There is a difference, however. Pakistan has been on the path to democracy; Burma hadn't been on the path to democracy. And it requires different tactics to achieve the common objective. ... I just spoke to President Musharraf before I came here, and my message was very -- very plain, very easy to understand, and that is, the United States wants you to have the elections as scheduled and take your uniform off.''
The president, however, declined to respond to a question called out at the end of the Bush-Sarkozy briefing about what Musharraf had said in reply to his phone-called message.
President Nicolas Sarkozy of France and President Bush at Mount Vernon, after meeting in the dining room where George Washington once consulted with Rochambeau, the French general who led troops into war against the British. Both Sarkozy and Bush voiced concern about the state of emergency that Pakistan has declared. Photo by Mark Silva
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MY FULL LIFE WAS SPOIT ALONG WITH THAT OF MY TWO BROTHERS AND SISTER FOR FIGHTING AGAINST THE CRUEL ASSASINATION OF INNOCENT HINDU MOTHERS WHO WERE SACRIFICED ON THE LUST AND ALTAR OF SEX WHICH IS INTRODUCED IN AN OLD MAN'S LIFE ,WHEN ACCORDING TO BOTH HINDU SAMSKARAS OF FOLLOWING SANYAS AND VANPRASTHA ASHRAM AS WELL AS AGE DICTATES THAT ONE SHOULD DEVOTE ONESELF TO GOD AS ALSO THE UPKEEP OF TEMPLES AND DHARMA.
PEOPLE WHO HATE HINDUISM NOT ONLY KILL A FULL FAMILY BY THE LUST OF MEN BUT ALSO SEEK TO DESTROY RELIGION.
BOTH MY BROTHERS HAVE BEEN PUNISHED BY ORGANISED CRIME AND ISLAM AND BOTH REMAIN WITHOUT MARRIAGE AND SEX WHEN THEIR AGE REQUIRES SO.MY LIFE WAS FILTHY RIGHT FROM THE SECOND DAY OF MARRIAGE WHEN IN MY SO CALLED HUSBAND'S HOUSE I WAS SHOWN THAT ALL THE SACRAMENTS OF MY MARRIAGE HAVE BEEN FOLLOWED BY SUNITA KALRA MY SISTER IN LAW,BUT ON THE MURDER DEATH OF MY FATHER ON 16-11-1994 SYMBOLICALLY ,WHEN I WAS ONLY 30 YRS OLD SURINDER KALRA NOT ONLY FLAUNTED HIS WOMEN WITH THE LIKES OF AMITA GUPTA ECT ,BUT ALSO INFLICTED SEVERE VIOLENCE AND MENTAL TERRORISM ON ME TO THE EXTENT THAT MY DAUGHTER ABEER'S BODY WAS AFFECTED IN THE WOMB.NO ONE HEARD MY SCREAMS ,AS ONLY PRAYERS HELPED ME SAIL THROUGH.
HE DID NOT DIVORCE ME AS I WAS THE HEN THAT LAID GOLDEN EGGS FOR HIM WITH MY ENEMIES HEINOUS; REWARDING HIM EVERYTIME HE INFLICTED TERROR ON ME AND MY FAMILY AFTER MY FATHER'S DEATH.
HIS ILLEGAL HUGE HOUSE IN MEHRAULI WAS SAVED FROM BEING DEMOLISHED AS IT BLOCKED THE ENTIRE ROAD, BY KEEPING ME IN CHAINS OF BONDAGE.
WITH GREAT DIFFICULTY I WAS ABLE TO SALVAGE SOME REMNANTS OF MY INTEGRITY IN CHATTISGARH,WHICH HAD BEEN THE POLITICAL NUANCE AND SANCTUARY OF MY LATE FATHER.
ITS NOT THAT I AM WITHOUT FEMININITY AND PASSION WHICH REMAINED DEAD INSIDE ME FOR SO MANY YEARS WAS REKINDLED IN THE SWEET LOCALES OF THE WILDS SO THAT I PENNED A FEW POEMS .PLEASE READ
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TEST OF TIME )1

SHOWERS OF RAIN
TAKE AWAY THE PAIN
LOVE AND GOD MAKE ME WAIT IN VAIN
TEST OF TIME
HAPPINESS IS A MYTH OR REALITY
IS THIS IS OUR DESTINY!
HELEN OF TROY AND HELIOS
TROJAN WAR AND MAHABHARAT
A BABY OF LOVE AND CHOICE-DESTINY
MAKES ME WAIT IN PAIN-PLEASE NOT IN VAIN-CHOICES OF HAPPINESS –PLEASE NOT ONLY FOR ME!
OPEN MY EYES TO SEE
O-GOD OF LOVE AND DESTINY-YOUR POWER IS SUPREME
SINGING IN THE RAIN
A SONG OF LOVE IN YOUR NAME
ETERNITY ‘COME CLOSE TO ME’
ENVELOPE ME IN YOUR ARMS
LET ME FORGET THE PAIN
THE CHOICES OF RIGHT AND WRONG

GIVE ME A SONG OF LOVE AND HAPPINESS

LET PEACE BE WITH THE WORLD
BLACK AND WHITE OR COLOURED-LED BY GOD
SINGING IN YOUR NAME;A SONG OF LOVE

HOME OF MY DREAMS-1A
DID YOU REALLY MAKE A HOME OF MY DREAMS
TO HAUNT ME DAY AND NIGHT
TO BE WITH YOU ALONE
WHO ARE YOU TO ABIDE BY ME ALWAYS
WALKING ON MY PATH
CLOSE SO CLOSE, ONE BREATH ,ONE MIND ONE SOUL.
GOD IS CRUEL,TO MAKE FATES SO MEET,AND YET SO FAR APART:
DID YOU HAVE NO ONE TO LOVE YOU AND BE A PART OF YOUR PAIN
SHOULDER TO SHOULDER,HEART TO HEART AND YET YOU DO NOT TELL ME SO’
WHAT DOES A LONELY HEART WANT FROM ANOTHER,
DID I EVER CHEAT YOU, DID I NOT GIVE BACK YOUR HAPPINESS
WHAT DID I TAKE FROM YOU
EXCEPT
YOUR LOVE AND PAIN

THE MAHABHARAT-2

GANGA-SHANTANU DIVINE BEINGS-PURE LOVE WITH NO QUESTIONS ASKED
EVERY STEP HAS A MEANING
EVERY STEP GIVES DELIVERANCE
SUFFER WITH ME
AS GANPATI THE SCRIBE WILLS IT AS IN THE GREAT VYASA’S VISION TO TEACH DHARMA
BHISHMA’S AUSTERITY,DRAUPADI’S HUMILATION AND PENANCE ,
NO ONE SO UNFORTUNATE AND YET SO TRUE,
DID YOU NOT WISH TO BE ABOVE ORDINARY MORTALS
THEN WHY THE FALTERING?
A LONG WAY TO GO
AND THE MIRAJ A MIRAGE?

POWER OF AUSTERITY IN BEAUTY-3

I CHOSE TO BE ALONE
UNDAUNTED BY TRIVIALS
WHOM DO YOU PITY ?
STRENGTH OR YOURSELF
WE MAKE OUR OWN DESTINY
TOTAL SIMPLICITY
THE POWER OF THE LOINS
TRANSFERRED TO HUMANITY
I KNOW MY POWER
I CHERISH MY DUTIES
ONLY SUBJECTIVE
ONLY PERSPECTIVE
UNDAUNTED IN MY PATH
NO MORTAL CAN TIE ME
NO DEATH CAN SCARE ME
I AM MYSELF REFLECTED IN EVERY FEMINITY
LAUGH AT YOURSELF
REFLECT ON YOUR DESTINY
THERE ARE OTHERS
AS BRAVE AS PURE AS I AM
TO WALK BESIDE ME
NOT TO INVADE ME
STRENGTH IS MY NAME
I STAND ALONE
I AM MAMTA
AND NOT
MONA
INDIA IS MY LOVE
INDIA IS MY SOUL
AND IN EVERY BREATH I SEEK ITS IDEAL
FRESH AND PURE
WHERE IGNORANCE COMES FROM KNOWLEDGE
I WALK ALONE
BALANCED AND CURED

DO NOT SWEEP THE YOUTH

THEY ARE STRENGTH AND FIRE.

TEMPTATION-4
TIME HAS COME
TO BE FREE AND YET TO BE TIED ONLY WITH SIMPLICITY
WHICH NO POWER OR MONEY CAN BUY
I CHERISH MY LIFE
GO AWAY
YOU ARE NO TEMPTATION
MY LIFE IS MY OWN
MY PARTNER UNQUESTIONING
GOD KNOWS MY DESTINY
I AM ONLY AN INSTRUMENT
I HAVE RIDED THE WAVE OF TEMPTATION
THANK YOU AND GOODBYE!

CREATION-5

SPARE THE ROSES

THORNS ARE BEAUTIFUL
INSPIRE MY SENSES
THE SCENT IS TOO GOOD
LEAVE THE BODY
THE SPIRIT IS YOU
IMMORTAL AND POWERFUL
THAT IS YOU
FOOL ME FOOL YOURSELF
THE MIND IS BEAUTIFUL
CREATION BECKONS
YOUR HANDS DO THE NEEDFUL
MOULD THE YOUTH
THEY SEEK YOU
HOW CAN YOU FALTER NOW
WHEN THE FRUIT IS SO WONDERFUL
YOUR SHOULDERS ARE BROAD
YOUR GAIT SO TROUBLED?
YOU ARE THE ATLAS OF ATONEMENT
STEP BY STEP YOU HEAL
AND OTHERS WILL FOLLOW YOU
YOU ARE HEBE,AMBA,KALI
YOU ARE MY MOTHER EARTH

YOU ARE INDIA.

Guide me on my path today
I falter,I grope in the darkness
You are my strength,you understand
But you are jailed today by your own ambition
Which is also our ambition.

THE SPIRIT OF LOVE-6
I am dead ,roses are welcome
Sensuous and heady in the grave
Who are you
You who beckon my spirit
I am dead
Leave the right to the brave
I desire to be naïve
And on my deathbed
Drunk and wild
The spirit is free from all shackles
And flying high in the skies of passion
Give me all of you
Nothing will remain then
To torment or haunt
So close in death
To part in life
Dreams are fatal for everyone
Rejoice for you are strong
And not amongst mere mortals throng
I am always wrong
Ding dong.

CUTTING EDGE-7
The truth is the pathway to success
Contentment leads to good,better best,
Shakti is synonymous to all power
Drawn from the navel
For some it is musk
Others savour its blade
Time passes and teaches soldiers
The answers from the depths of decades
Who shall’t be king
Magnificent in his power
Humble in his passions
Om is the password
In the computer world of today
Goodnight
Keep the evil at bay.

Food for thought-8
Seven are the colours
In our dreamworld
Why are some so blatant and others muted
A waft of someone fires your senses
And others make you puke in their denses
I am heady and float on cloud nine
You push me down and ask me are you fine?
Who are these beside you
Who mislead you in your time
You are the pure;you are the mirror,
Then why your digestion you spoil
Are you really hungry ?
There is plenty to tide you;
Can the emptiness be mine
Food for thought is thine.

I HELP YOU SAIL-9
Love is a four letter word
God is three
The number match
Play and be free
‘o’ how it be possible
You dared to ask
Colour the world ?
Dare be thy task
Woe betide anyone
Who utters this blasphemy
Are you the same and angry
Let me help you cross
This floody Nile
Lest you falter and bloody your file
So much to learn
But all knowledge was
After all
Only a fern
Do not burn
In your own kiln
Lest I follow you
And cover only a mile
A drop of rain is after all a rainbow
The power to embrace the earth it has
You have a decoration
And jail
Where there is no bail
I grow wild and twine
In your sail
And help you cross
To follow the trail
Thou I might be frail
And feeling only Braille
Higher and faster flow the waters
Save thy self
Lest you waft
On your raft
Leaving behind all worldly matters
God be with you
And nurse your mind
Stab not from behind
Sink and do
What thy spirit commands
Blame not anyone then
I help you sail
And keep you sane
For the rainbow
And its colours.

THE HEART-10
The heart of a child my beloved has
And makes me wonder so
So naïve and senseless in his passions
But without a bow
Cupid is stupid
His arrows on the mark
His bow the soil’s rainbow
Strike does he
On a horse
But without a bow
Sing me
Love me
Be me
Coiled for ever
Demands he
Damn the austerity
Condemn me
But without a bow
Bow
Hold out your hand
Open thy eyes
For cupid strikes
With a song and a dance
In the rain
Cursed be he and hell his abode
And we live on
On bread and water

Kundalini -11
The kundalini
The mrignayini
Bring in your mane
Open out thy pain
On thy foot
On thy earth
On thy mercy
Spread out your tresses
Be you supine
Glory of the divine
Standing on a foot
Handsome and weary?
Take these hands
To your lips
Beware the tips
Tie a band
And fly away together
To a mystic land.


THE RAIN-12
How to explain to a novea
The sense of doom
I do not say
Choked am I with senseless zoom
Both together
Dead or alive
Hands in the air
Not a complaint
Dance together or paint
With watercolours
At the peak of time
To come down as rain
And save you the pain
Of imprisonment
Washed are the colours naturally
Did you say beautifully?
What a clean song
Of a novea.
Perfume the senses now
For this is eternity
Forever and forever
Unending rhythm of love
Venus the goddess
Takes you on a flight of fantasy
What are you
But an intrument
To be moulded and carved
With the teeth of a dagger
Marble and easy
In the end but in the lap
Of eternal bounty
The law has come with chains and sanity
Good morning
This is the beginning
Of a story
Without
Ending
Naturally
And peacefully.

THE JOURNEY TO POSTERITY-13
The journey to posterity,
Came to me through a postern
Waltzing together
Atop a wooden urn
Whispering honey into my ears
Dulling my senses
Your breath in the concave
Your warmth and fire
Leave me and save
Hold me and pave
The way you choose
Nothing to loose
Consider not a tightrope
Atwine to hire
Music flows
Hold me close-so close-so close
As strength to a pyre
Together feel and enjoy
Each sense and its fire
Bloom out into a thousand roses
Imagination and poses
What a dance
No one worthy of.his own today.
The truth and nothing else in the midway?
Have a nice day!

Be my Valerian -14
Valerie ,Valera,VALERIE-HA-A-HA-HA,
O, my dear be unto a valerian
In her arms eternal peace
And power of the divine
Sleep through this heat
Hear the wild beat
She is yours
Your dreams coloured
In her rhythm :see mine
Be my valerian
Coo you to sleep
Soak thy seeds benign
And fear not the grace benedicite
Smell the earth
After the first shower
And cook thy pulse with the sedum
Of the privity
Tomorrow is another day
God will bring the sunshine
In your folded hands
With the resin of the valerian
Sings this benign
Goodnight and be fine.

WILD LOVE-15

Today I am wild

How are you?
Behind the canvas
You play hide and seek
Be my inspiration
Out in the open,snatch you out
Wither not you and bloom
Make a man out of you
Or remain in desperation
Or in an asylum
Countdown to your doom?
Test the salt on your lips
Down to your throat
Breath and perspiration
Add on and on
Helpless in my custody
Heat of your body
Possess you in the piquant pour and note
To a frenzy in orpine
Succulently beneath
Demonic to gloaming
Indomitable to pedology
Flora to phylum
Indulgent and spent, you colour my canvas
Goddess or nubile

As in brine-overbrim

The tears of ecstasy
Come and fly from one end to the other Or swim to the depths of fantasy
Pulsate in every pixel a rigadoon

On my canvas and untilled boon.

SUFFERANCE-16
OH-oo-the heart-no-no-it’s ophthalmia-its pertussis of the pestilence
In the hands of the Kewpie,freegifts of ketosis
No-no-a statoscope
God help the ailing and gift them surfactant of the surficial
Together celebrate a tercentenary
With a totalitarian
An umbilical hope??????????????/@
Goodnight.

IDIOPATHY-17
Dear darling heart savor’
Today wait for me at your door,
In your dreams,
A foray to verismo,
If you can bear it no more,
Salvo jure of the vestal Maya,
A n incubus;but- to your desire,
That is how the twain shall meet
Then exorcize everyday,
Hail and hearty on your way
Trick the world
And we will play
This festal game of the lyncean tribe,
A fetish
A bribe.
To keep you alive
A breathy baritone
To a woman
Incorporeal and too feline
Yet feminine
Come close and sway
Pulsate to this wild rhythm,
Together and supine
Surreal rendezvous and fray
Captive bard and lovelorn novice
In a Super reflective samadhi
Truth to betray.

DREAMS-18
Distant dreams come close when I close my eyes
Deep inside my pain,
Outside my disdain,
Who knows me but you,
Turning and churning
Another look another lane
My mind your sane!
Let me look through your eyes,
You look through my heart,
Different and quiesant
Give me all your pain,
The world doubts the motive of the pure and alone
But never so of the hare brained,
Why dream at all?

SALVE AND SIN-19
Your wild spirit is mine and only mine.-
Possessed you are and divine,
Leave you I cannot,
For nature made us so ,
To be captive to the spirit always,
Nothing can deter me to possess you ,
Cell by cell,head to toe,
Enshrined and enslaved I cannot let go ,
Till the earth and the greens bind you so.
You are my salve and sin,
Enslaved together forever and ever,
Till the birds sing on this earth,
Till the moon’s seductive lore,
I’ll love you and you forever more,
With each sapling ,we twine ,
With each tree and seed ,
Everytime a love note is heard in my dreams,
Life captures a new seed
And thus the greens procreate,
When each sweet breath meets,
Breathing life into flora and wild beats,
Can a love be so bestir?
Whenever I feel you so near,
Your spirit leaves your body to be mine,
Yet you are alive and breathing ,
As the wilds dimerous divine.
Yes this is the exotic and erotic earth,
Laid back together ,under the heavens
Night blooms our hearth
Indemnity to our desires,
Senses and poignant berth
Rest and rest today,as fire beside fire.

SWINGING TOGETHER-20
Zing a ling a ling ,
Trying to swing a swing.,
The leaves ,the flowers, the twining vale,
The warm breath sweet to inhale,
Singing today I delve so deep,
In a beating heart and hale,
Silver and gold drips in a shower ful mane,
Shimmering ia a diaphanous veil,
Together entwined ephemeral tale.
Can you tell one from the other?
Who gives and who gave?
Hermitic fort-,only the wind
Whispering sweet nothings,
Inside a gale!
Who remembers ?
When the present sways each sense away.
Come close and closer still,
Did you ever feel this way?
Words become melody,
The interminable thirst today

MARRIAGE-21
Swaying to your note of happiness,
Comely and swelling mane,
Lithe composition,swirling scintillate,
Till nebulous,I possess my mate.
Eliciting and frolicking rain,
Of love and perquisite pain,
In the lap of sultry desire,
Prolific racemes,like blooming fire,
Envelope us,tingling together,
Beauty with beauty gathers,
Perspicacious perfume and pheromones,
I cannot discern in arms of vigour,
Submitting whispering tones,
Cooing a metaphysical trigger.
Take me to the summit and higher,
Moments stop to entwine,
Pulsating on a lye divine
And descend to perspire.
How much near,
How much far,
In a stroke of forceful desire,
Then helpless ,
Relishing and reliving every fetish,
Is there no end ?
To our lot?
Yes-a wanton and scorching knot.


MAKING LOVE-22
Let the dust remain
To build sand castles with
The perfect picture
None too sane
Hold up your hands
Feel the warmth of mine
Fit exactly in thine
Mirror your eyes in wine
And then let eternity cease
Lose or win
The battle is mine.
Of succour it is veritable
Neither charitable
Nor commendable
But existable in existentialism
Irresistible
Suppress now; it grows more
Divert or divulge in perpetuity
The pangs grip,throw your head back
Dry your throat, gasp for breath
Look on for more
Let the juices flow
No mercy; for now is the moment
To paint in fresco,a hacker juxtapose
Lashings of odoriferous oestrogen
Pamper the panchromatic and detrain
To hospice the brain
And salve with nephrite
Nestle deep and lament
In soliloquy-your thirst
And detonate with insight,
Lest you burst.

YOU AND ME-23
Do you feel the heights today?
Smell the air;feel the grass soft beneath your feet;
The moonlight sings;the leaves breathe
The sand flows out from your fingers
Cold and smooth
Weave a dream;close your eyes’
Enjoy each sense
Life is different at the seam
Lonely but together
Only the pitter patter patte’e
Incautious and efflorescent,
Just feel the time.
Life is so beautiful
Run after a butterfly???
Elusive and vain!
Infatuate the narcissist inexorable,
Or is it love divine??
Sometime sometimes-
Feel the air nestle ‘cruel and effervescent’
Entice and tease-eidetic
Indolent and benign.
You and me
Defined .

My soulmate-24
Drink this elixir from my soul
Aquarian,my muliebrity in a muu-muu
Transparent and floral bowl
Rings of fire exalt and resuscitate
Liquid pyromania
Reticent and tactile
Your vicarious saccharine
Burns me like nicotine
Apogee of Gaea at the velocity of nine
In these myriad vales
My depths unfathomable ;still exhumable
Drink from these melliferous eyes,
Turn around back to back,
Senses breathe,hands locked and tied
Diaphanous and sheer diamant’e flies
These moments to live and bide
Melliferous times and turntable
Simmer in music and brine
Yours and mine
Exuviate to meet
At the end of the line.
Sung out then again
Tireless and timeless
This volatile thirst inside.
Time and again tide
Storm and fire
Entangled in a wreath of briar
The circle of life
Live and coloration to strive.
Hand in hand
Together and beside.

RELIGION-25
Divaricate to dialectic samskara!!!
Beat of the drums
Resound and echo
Tieing the heliostatic para
These are mandatory
Herald the new era!

MY SLAVE-26
Whose life is it anyway?
Delve into the mysteries
Of samsara -
Or just pulse and rice
Think and treat
The wounded entreat
Save the enslaved
Together in braid
So youthful and bright
Keep in sight
Means to an end
Envisage the yore
Shield and arms
Daring and raring
Ensconced in a shell
Incur the wrath and macerate
Or purge to pearl
Sardonic patentee and sanative samurai.
Ha ha --------------!!!!!!!!!!
Restorative tonic and tango whirl.
Tri-weekly plane and bait
Troth and worth a try !
Sufferer of the trismus tribe ?
My valence and your love bribe
Mesmerize the ethereal scribe
To do as you bid
In your power grid
Echelons of the light brigade.

DOE OF PAIN-27
Give me oil in my lamp ;
Keep me burning,burning, burning;
Sustain,sustain
Yet not drop down as rain,
Simple doe2 of pain
Firm and sane.
Devout:Detainee of the brain
Indulgent nave@
Yet brave.
Overrun and outraged.
Primrose path to detrain?
Allegorize the anabolic erk?
Drugs or Atman eremite?
Genre cake and mortal remains-
Knowledge is the answer
To immortality
Give me oil in my lamp I pray!
Be my vision and inspiration,
The farmer or sluice gate
Of my earth and reservoir!
Herbal mantra and psychic power.
Note the following from the Bhagwad Gita:-
Water flows continually into the ocean
But the ocean is never disturbed:
Desire flows in the mind of the seer
But he is never disturbed
The seer knows peace----
He knows peace who has forgotten desire
He lives without carving:free from ego ,
Free from pride.
“For my yoke is easy and my burden is light”-Christ

A PACT-28
Reverberate in each cell,
Feel you in every moment
Every day,
Everywhere,
Alluvion to your shore.
Bridle these waves,
Lest gnosis I loose,
Idolize a sibyl ?
The way you choose!
Relish and rave,
Be my plinth and bay!
Someday –someday-
Cruse to your pour
Lissome babe to gore
Jussive merle.
Rings on my toes,
Music in my heart
Isotonic caraway!

Note by Emily Bronte:
Shall earth no more inspire thee;
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee:
Recall its useless roving-
Come back and dwell with me.
I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe thee still
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will.
When day with evening blending
Sinks from the summer sky
I’ve seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolatry
I’ve watched thee every hour-
I know my mighty sway-
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away.
Few hearts to mortals given
On earth so wildly pine
Yet none would ask a Heaven
More like the Earth than thine
Then let my winds caress thee—
Thy comrade let me be-
Since nought beside can bless thee
Return and dwell with me.

CONTENTMENT-29
Honey-dew,honey dew,
Life’s tale ,today’s gemmiferous brew,
Link and jingle with you’
Ages behold this truth-
Nay Gorgons we evoke!
Catenate us to fatalism’
Saxe moon indubitable,
Incubus to revoke!
Daydream darling heart savour,
Only me and me and you!
Scald the scabrous,
Fear not their utterance.
Lavender pardner polymath
Sedulous and ductile
Mottle the mortise nubile
Covalent and aphrodisiac
Liaise to dimer pack.
Indent for nightcap
Its shivering cold to-night!
Live it up and enjoy
Hold on the sap,
Your sanctum is yet to comply,
Rarefy, rarefy,
As yet we are back to back!
Highball to frostbite.CHEERS!!

REFLECTIONS-30
What did you think today?
In your mind -
In your reflections,
Did you feel the breath and presense
Close to your skin and bind
You in her folds and thirst,
A never filing emptiness –soothing and pristine,
Pleasing each sense as never before,
Tingling and hypogeum,
From head to toe,
Beauty as never felt before,
For you and only for you,
Muliebrity of the seigniory ,
Flawless and complete
Reverberating furnace,
To drive every shiver away,
Today and today and today.
Ouija and simmer and hold,
Savour each moment petit four,
Devour and base,
Each tastebud –bather for bathos
Keeping rhythm and pace,
To the most divine union,
Easing every crevice,
Entrant missive way,
A nip on the lobe and rest,
On me ,
Spent and nightcap for the day.


THE EPICUREAN-31
Fallacy of the desirous lining,
Biting cold and child-like pipkin,
Minibus mine
Minder divine,
Playing to eternal binding!
Do I coddle you?
Afire you allseed?
Afforest your desert to delectable dessert—
@desire of a bead
Freon nay mural pincette
Kinaesthesia of the natural breed.
Prostrate my sinistrorse navvy sendal,
Your earth is posit beneath.

WINGS OF PASSION-32
If words were my body,
And my heart was my soul,
On wings of passion dear beloved,
And love’s sweet tune’
My music and song,
Would have been your toll
If strength is imbalance
And I can reach out to you-
Close your eyes and be insane
Feel the beauty,
Drink this cup of wine,
Lavish and divine,
Your lavabo and firkin
Dormant lava mine.
Coil around me
You sendal brilliantine
Sensual sari
Natural liqueur
Heptagon of life
Quilted Indian Nari
Warmth and desire
To put your senses on fire,
Quicken to sesame,
Phoenix to combine.
Kindle and balm
To your brine
My clairvoyance
Your psalm!
In the folds of a very sensuous woman
Who had forgotten desire
Was one with God
To her pyre.
Heptavalent now to your sensuality
Seer to pander
Scalar to naturism-
Dulcet tranquillity.
Lethal frottage?
Nay Egyptian prism.
Or inebriate sage.

BEAUTY OF LOVE-33
Love made you suave
Love made you handsome
Desire of someone
Makes you feel heady and wanted
Then live up every moment
Enjoy the wave
Resound and rave
Pursuant of the novel maenad
Caught in a labyrinth
Hapless incomer
Besotted patina
AeolianSinecure to my adage
Yahoo!here blows my Aeolian resonate!


Indian




WINGS OF FIRE-34
The warmth of the sun drew me higher,-35
In vain did I bask in forbidden glory,
Melted are my wings now
Enveloped by the waves of fury.
The time has come for me now,
Adieu, adieu to my sire
Save me my God
Swinge and gulp now
These waters that threaten to engulf me
No way out of this
Only drown and laud.

FROTTAGE-35
I write a poem for you today
A song so happy and gay
To take you to the top of the world
With love and peace
To and fro like a pendulum
Or in an operetta
Hand in hand and opaque,
Our lives lived so beautifully
As none would share a single day’
Softly treading in our reverie
On and on climbing the heights of stephanotis prana,
So many maleficent fangs to keep at bay.
Look into your heart
And feel everyday the truth of the spirit
Yours and mine
Passional and divine
The rest only a mirage
For the naïve and scleroid.
Goodbye! World
I was too good for you.

MY PROMISE-36
A promise to keep,
A rhythm to reap,
Forever and forever, singing,
Oblivious of the world,
A song of love so deep’
Like an oscine,
On your windowsill.
Primitive and wanton spirit of nature,
Inductive of telekinesis,
Invoking Minotaur’s segues,
For a patulous and flavorous crusade.
Lacerate to seismic conation
A blazonry to incubate ,
In your byre.

WHISPERING SERENADE-37
A drum beats in the wilderness,
Green and blooms everywhere,
The tinkling toes of a maiden,
Or is it the sweet stream’s meandering happiness?
Quivering cruciferae,
Quiescent fiefdom.
My soul encompasses gaily,
Remonstrating the renegade,
Who can abandon this religion?
Of bough and vale
A loved one’s melody,
A poetic mail.
Sumptuous and hermetic,
Clinging oestrous body
Of your native mate,
Born free in this roving virgate.
Take me with you,
Hand in hand,
Through these whispering gale,
Like gazelle gressorial serenade,
Patulous green paradise,
Solicit to reconvert,
Every breath that forbade.
This supercelestial crusade.

INDICTING BLOOMS-38
Singing along the abloom caraway,
Captive anklets tinkling belay,
Holding and again wild,
Who can stop the winds sway?
Hereupon a life is lived
Total abandon and companion ,
To nature’s copulative anabolism.
Alone but never lonely,
The charm of today,
Intangible tattoo to encrypt,
The mark of an enamoured paramour,
Veiled eyes devour,
The trailing moulded gait,
Rousing lissome bait,
Submiting to a replay:
Rendezvous by fate.
Tomorrow will be another day,
The choices will be made ,
Polychromatic and supine
By a life lived solitary but gay,
Who will touch and toss,
All cares and locks?
Amidst the polliniferous floral pander.
A covetous foray.

A REASON TO LIVE-39
Deep into my life,
I reflect and delve,
Innocent darling ,
Just a drop.
Tendrils gripped,
A growing strife.
Limpid eyes and fluid grace,
The song of a starling.
This world was an upfront race,
And bountiful crop.
And then,
A blooming gulmohar sought to inspire,
Flames of passionate poetic fire,
Just a child and nameless face.
Sought the muse of love to bide,
A tireless charade,
Called life.
But life’s lesson was satire,
Not like the arousing metaphysical pomade,
Polyandrous-wife and soulful incarnate.
Incognito incandescent to the delights,
In passion and flights,
To musk and bower,
Capricious fidelity- privy to the simmering shower,
Leaving behind,
Dew drops on lush greens.
Breathing earth then procreates,
Relishing each moment to date,
A reason to love and live.
Reconcile me to the harmony
And give,
An ebullient replication for vitality.

SCARRING LANGUOR-40
Why did you go away?
To a barren dry desert land,
How could you leave?
The whispering greens,
The songs of season,
Where love saw no reason
Where peacocks dance and preen
Drums resound and beat,
To tinkling anklet feet
Earthy smells,
Indefatigable vigour,
You left,
Nature’s adopted progeny
For children of rigour.
Yes your life is your own,
To be lived gregariously ,
Or bereft,
But how will you explain,
This incessant languor?
Going back in time ,
Remember ,
Your quiet strength,
Your mirth and vitality,
Was mantle to many an aspirant,
Dauntless earthy quality,
Made youth flock,
To an iconic native rock,
But today a sceptic and pervert,
The persona of a convert,
The world has left you ,
To languish and decay.
Reunite with your earth,
The soulful magical forests,
Your heritage and heliostatic accolade.
To breathe fire and capitulate,
Before a deity resonate,
Giving munificent merit,
To Her creation,
The bountiful synergy and gnosis,
For your strength and fate.
Taking away all trials and tribulation,
And mercenary nothingness.
Bonding to replenish,
All passion and mentalism.

RAINY RHAPSODY-41
All a dream,
Became a reality,
When did the sun go down ,
When did the moon come out?
Life became a continuity.
Till drops of rain met the earth,
And sweet smells wafted through eternity
I woke up to the melody,
Of the pitter patter rhapsody.
Close to my sensibility
You breathed deeply,
Igniting my passions and heady,
Returnee to the desirable nectary
Blooms, and kindling pastille ,
My shimmering muliebrity.
Insufflating my spirit fleshly.
This perpetual rhythm,
Of season and person,
Electrovalent in its proximity
Together reaching the summit,
And then down on the floor,
Fulminating into orgasmic remit,
Decoupling to fructify,
From pore to pore.
Glabrous silky environ,
Entwines the Riley poise,
Never to let go,
An Indian body and soul meteoric rise,
Mouth to mouth resuscitation necessitates,
The reverberating soma throes of torrid torment,
Till the wet prana precipitates-
An insurmountable remanent,
For a bonding,
That is permanent.

               42 - SUGAR.

Softly tread on your toes,
Someone listens at the door,
A lonely soul,a tinkle of your anklet lore,
Deep inside he trembles and beats the heart with a skipping fore,
Is this me he tells himself again and again,
Another soul, another toll,
Why did the music sound in my ears ,why did it send me in a stupor?
The warmth of my extended hands , smiling eyes to meet together ,
For more and for more,
Moments forgotten I live here forever ,
Heart to heart and numb in the years,
That stretched and slipped in deadly fear,
Today a captive to the captive ,
Who will solve this riddle my darling dear?
Stay near me ,
Close to my heart,
As I take you over these heights of ecstasy,
Pouring warmth and cold to your need,
As you desire me,
And I in my need I desire thee.

                         




LINGERING PASSION-43
The itinerary to revel in love,
Was drawn by an elemental prodigy,
The forces of nature above,
Sang a nocturnal lullaby.
Renewing my belief in epicurean fantasy,
The razzle –dazzle of slinky lingerie,
I moaned in lavender lethargy,
Wake-up and rise-he summoned
The night is young ,
To the children of pluralism
Become a pathfinder to ecstasy!
How frequently the heart beats today
On the fringe of kindling heresy
Giving me scope for an oestrus display.
No guilt,no repentance,
For this seeping foray.
You are here and here and here,
Ubiquitous and sagacious,
You take my breath away.
Insufflate my Prana ,
Interactive and intimate,
My captive spirit oscillates.
As on a ropeway.
Looking down a never ending chasm.
Mesmerize and titillate,
For a reunion to stay,
In the arms of torrid passion.



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