'Your eyes are deceitful-playful'
You'd say looking beyond-through,
Twirling the buttons on my heart contentedly.
Blessed is the shirt-front:
The prized possession I take out ever now and then
Smelling in mind youthful memories tingling fresh
-How'd a male ever sound the depths?
Between the act and the heart fathoms differ
The lecher's pinch is more suffered than desired
Love knows only giving:
A flower holy offered in surrender.
Didn't the devil possess me:
'You'd come for childbirth, don' you?'
Squirming in compunction
I refresh scorching memories for my redemption.
Three jeers for Demonocracy
One for fabulous promises of those in power
One for the money-spinning ruses of haves
One from those, seething below the poverty line!
Imagining leads to intuiting:
Thinking leads to penning.
Men and women, adults and adolescents
Wish to pour out
Joys and sorrows travail and triumphs.
Who'd convey musings feeling whims and secrets?
All prayed to Goddess Saraswati, the Sacred Muse
All do not include the sundry
All include not merely the believers
Include the serious wishers, yearners too.
Who said Gods bless only the believers
The unbelieving are held dear by God!
Deities and Powers in unison said:
"LET THERE BE WEB-SITES!"
Here we are.
You, He, She and, of course, "me"
The site is a gift for all!