Hyderabad 7

Indian beggars will
Beat the best of psychologists.
They beg
Wearing a burqah.

o~o~o

Gosh, you kill
With aristocratic courtesy
And take leave.
Floating in the haze of the drink
Forgot to ask you:
Is your orchard in harvest
And where is the fruit?

o~o~o
There is an age of ogling
Walking down the street.
o~o~o

Religion –
A psychological treatment.

Hyderabad 6

Your languid steps
Displaying mehendi
Must break hearts
When you cross.
And make you restless too?
~s~s~s
You are gorgeous,
More gorgeous is your saree,
And the way you drape
so much more gorgeous, oh!
This is how you strike
So deep inside.

Hyderabad 5

Oh fleeting glances
Of countless beauties!
So much kaajal
For your dusky complexion?
o0o0o0
But thanks, for showing
Up. In the drabness
Of doing a job
You add colour.
o0o0o
If someone were to ask
Me, what is Hindu culture,
Pat would I say:
The ever fresh, lovely
Bindi worn by the girls.
o0o0
Depth of your kumkum
Goes into the guts.
Stunning and am stunned.
o0o0
How is it that I didn’t
Notice your long pleat of hair
Till now?
Make it a silken noose round
My neck, honestly.
Let me be fated with
That lovely death.

Hyderabad 4

Oh eyes!
Stop pacing up and down
From eyes to cleavage and back.
Can’t get over the female
in women, me. No use
Berating the eyes.
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How much of
Your seasonal blossom
Can I take in
my two small eyes?
Meanings are so clever,
Change with context.
Don’t they, lady Jane?

Hyderabad 3

In all this I simply forgot
That it is Bakr-Id today.
It struck me while
Eating paan at the street corner.
Got in time to the Idgah
After bathing in the Pandit’s house.
Passed by Nehru Park –
No doves, no roses.
.........
Tears rolled down
As I asked for the blessings
- tears for my little ones
Far away from here
On a festival day.
- tears from one
Who smirked atparents wailing for him.

Hyderabad 2

Remembering you
Is a poem
Composed on
The keyboard of my
Sensibilities
Imprinted on
The screen of my mind.