“ Two souls with a single thought

Two hearts that beat as one”
-John Keats

Is love a syndrome of madness?
Giving out a warmth, and vigour;
Affection and self assurance!
Nothing else contribute to one’s
Contentment in life, to carry on.

With the memory of one kiss till death;
Gratification of a birth by one touch;
It transcends through death to re-birth.
It carries humans to the lonely shores
Of death and re-births all at once
In the same moment of a lofty realization.

The mind always yearn to trespass
Into the forbidden parameters.
And the social taboos always relate
To physical promiscuity only.
Love remains in the spiritual sphere
Of passion and affection, and tenderness.

We have corroded ourselves in our quest
For physical urges and outward appearances;
They are ephemeral and evasive.
Limiting our vistas to perceive and
Comprehend the truth far beyond
Our gaze and reach, eternally.
Love has been debased through recent decades.
We try to buoy up a system
That has become obsolete and irrelevant
To modern life, that is insidiously destructive
For the soul and its purity.

~.. Kunjubi







Goddess of my heart! Did you forget
The blossoms of dreams, we gathered together in
The baskets of our hearts, in the past?
The melody, we composed in the lute of our soul,
Of our love, and its vibrant tones?
Are those flames which enlivened in
The temple of your eyes, with dreams
Dowsed with the fuel of love, extinct now?
Through ages and rebirths I was saving
Those specks of flowers resplendent like
The evening sky, in my heart.
Did the beautiful castles you built in
The air of your day dreams, topple down,
Like a palace of cards, in your life?
A mansion embellished with beds, made of flowers,
Kept awaiting through ages for us to lie down
And enjoy through our nuptial nights.
Did that mansion dilapidate, and now raze to the ground?
This life is a branch of a tree,
Where dreams come to roost
All the time, and desires fizzles and vanish.
Here I am happy of my birth, when I enjoy
A tender breeze embracing me with its love,
A bower of jasmine, where I spend my sunny daytime.
And in there an oscillating swing where passion emerges,
And perchance you with me, all the time…













Some one attempting to play a sad note  

On the earthen dulcimer of the mind;
A note and rhythm of tears, dripping from
The icicles of solidified grief;
With insipid energy, and whimpering spirit
Like an evening that is spent;
And bidding farewell with chaotic attrition
In the innards of synergic debacle.

Even the regaling moonlight and
Starry sky has become scorching
Summer that scald the prurient passions
Sheltering inside the soul, in a cloister.
The splendorous spring has dwindled into
A spasmodic, saddening winter.
And your sodden heart, a picture
With the ornate glass, broken in splinters.
You have become a singing bird
Wounded, and flying in the darkness.
On the streets of rainbows, awakens
The tumult and maelstrom of the sky.
On the unknown nameless road
Someone is wandering with agony,
Melancholy painted across the face.

Affliction gathering teardrops, overwhelming
In the heart, hiding among the eyelashes as
Condensed atonement , of tribulations.
Effigies of shadows like puppets
Are awaiting for something to happen..
Borrowed births recreated from previous births.\

 Ogling as the rain clouds with a throbbing heart alone
Amidst the whistle of cold wind
Attempting to sing a dirge in despair..
The treads diffusing into echoes
Linger in the cold air as they fade out…





It could be just an agitation in the mind
That devoured the words unknowingly;
Words that smouldered in the stumbling heart.
Or it could be the wailing of the shivering soul
In the wind of a winter sowing silence around.
Our lingua franca is so rich with the many beautiful
Words if they are unsaid or unuttered.
What will be the colour of the feather falling down
In the recess of a dream and reality?
At the inception, it will be flamboyant with
All the seven colours of the spectrum;
Then fading and blanching into
Disgusting grey, and finally
Into the copper colour of age old brass vessels’
Patina, where most of the time love takes
Its toll of death finally, and walk away.
So, my dear, swallow your words you desire to utter,
Let the wine of tender love give crimson
Hue to the starving innards of my body,
And intensive sweetness to my scorching lips
Together with a benevolent touch on
My pale emaciated arms.






Hark ! Is that the tinkling of her anklet or
The rippling of the waves, or the chirping of sea birds;
Or the vibrant tone of the bowstrings
On the bow of Cupid, or is it the
Fluttering sound of my beloved’s laughter?

Day dreams are burgeoning;
Desires are filling up in the mind’s cavern;
Nectar is flooding up through the veins;
Alabaster bosom with the fragrance of
Sandalwood Is pulsating with suppressed passions…
The smell… The intoxicating smell of a woman
Enhanced the charisma of that evening.

Nerves are entwining and entangling,
And dancing like mating snakes with their
Hoods spread out, in rhythmic oscillation.
The flowers of my ecstasies are enfolding you.
The alluring fragrance of a woman’s body
Added untold delights to that evening.
Is it a vision or a dream or a hallucination?
I can’t decipher, but one thing I am assured;
It was your fragrance that permeated there!





The sonorous spring has receded and

The effulgent tapestry faded out.

Can’t you just hearken to the vibes

Emanating from the darkened chasms

Of my heart, through the wailing wind?
Through the shores of opalescent moonlight

Where the golden swans of ambrosial

Dreams flutter and descend in cluster,

Your image is unfurling like sweet blossoms.

I miss you…I miss you entirely.

Why can’t you come back to my side

For a moment, just to perceive for a while

The throbbing spasms of a crumbling life?
Your beaming smiles will shower golden rays

Over all the gloomy chambers of

My spirit, obscured by bemoaning desolation.

Can’t you seek me out and reach me now

To relieve the dolorous despair in me,

And revive me from this enfeebled existence?




My cherub, I know you as a sodden recollection
Writhing in pain, in the realm of my thoughts;
Seeking you as the sweet dripping nectar.
Cherished in the mind, through decades…
As melliferous memorabilia, treasured in the
Chest of my thoughts, like dew kissed blooms
Of the forsaken soul; as the river of my feelings,
Influxing in the tide with fizzy ripples,
Your remembrance is infusing an unsullied
Fragrance, in the air around me, fills my soul…
I know you, as a charisma of my gloomy days,
A stumbling rhythm lurking, in my chest,
A tremulous music, in my vagrant emotions.
Teardrops oozing, out of my wet eyelids,
Vibrant and vivid dreams of munificent compassion…

You came, opened the latched door, sat beside me.
A bewitching and alluring smile
Skulking on your angelic lips;
Carrying a translucent chill into my being,
Pouring, the nectar of allurement into my soul.
Let me inebriate and exhilarate in the sweetness
Of the dream, your thoughts have perpetuated in me.