Your Words

Your words.
Stark,
Naked
Unsheathing
A zillion memories
Of pure lust.

Your words,
Making me
Relive
The myriad moments
Of pure hunger.

Your words
Triggering
An implosion
Scorching
My body, my soul.

Your words..
Inspiring
My words.

Snapshots

Ramendra Kumar

Your memories

Like rodents

Ferreting out

Tiny morsels

Succulent images…

The hot tea

At the dhaba

On a rain soaked

Morning.

The steamy kiss

In the car;

Our hands,

Groping for eager flesh.

Your hungry mouth

On my impatient pride

Taking me

On a roller coaster

Of highs and highs.

My tongue

Probing your lips;

Sucking the juices,

Savouring the scent,

Of unbridled longing.

The pulsating rhythm

Of our bodies

Etching a musical tattoo

On our souls.

Your memories

Snapshots

Of our

Lust.

My Sonny Boy

Ramendra Kumar

My idyllic world

Of serenity and calm,

Was destroyed by a gale

That surely meant no harm.

Our little ‘bundle of joy’

Our son entered our life,

And since then peace and quiet

Have forsaken me and my wife.

When the first time ‘sonny’ boy expressed

Through his vocal chords his ire

The neighbours rushed in thinking

Our house was on fire.

As a toddler I thought

He would be the perfect boy

Flashing a dimpled smile and

And sharing his favourite toy.

The dimpled smile was there

But behind it a devilish mind

Planning an assault each moment

On sensibilities of every kind.

Daily he would return from school

With lost buttons, torn shirt and bruises

I would wonder he was pursuing academics

Or going on pirate cruises.

With him around, our house

Looks like a quake hit museum,

Without him our home

Is a gloomy mausoleum.

Like a naughty wave returning to sea

When he rushes into my arms,

I feel fulfilled like a soul

Which is tranquil and calm.

At night when he sleeps

With his head on my lap,

He looks like an angel

Taking a soft and sweet nap.

Whenever I look at my son

I thank the Lord Almighty,

For bringing into my life

His Haiku version, so naughty.

Without him my life would be

Quiet, placid and squeaky clean,

Alas, it would have no substance

Only gloss and silky sheen.

If ever I have loved anyone

With such pure, unadulterated joy,

It is no one else but my super dynamo

My wild and effervescent ‘sonny’ boy.

My Princess

Ramendra Kumar

“Congrats you are a father”
Five words which changed my life forever.

As I picked up the fluffy angel
She gave me a pink smile
My heart did a samba
As if I had run many a mile.

When she first said "Papa"
Rainbows filled up my sky
When she toddled into my arms
I felt I could fly.

The first day at school
The nick that made her cry
Moments which made me smile
Memories which make me sigh.

Cinderella she was
And also the Sleeping Beauty
Sitting anxiously in the first row
I was doing more than my duty.

As she sang and performed
The world was her stage
And she was my princess
On every stage, at every age.

A young lady now -
She is ready to fly the nest
To move higher and higher
Till she touches the crest.

She’ll leave behind an aching soul
A heart that is forlorn
No one can fill the void
Alas, once she is gone.

Years will pass, the ache will not
I’ll keep waiting for her
My little girl, little no more
I’ll wonder if she’s gone forever.

Then one day I’ll hear
Words only five
That will make me
Yell, yodel, sing and jive.

“Congrats, you are a grandfather”
These words will echo in my mind
My princess has donned a new avatar
And a better one I’ll never find.

A soft and fluffy bundle of joy
Will once again permeate my being
And my life once more will be
Really and truly worth living.

Bondage

Ramendra Kumar

I was

At peace

Floating along

A paper boat

In the torrent

Of life,

Until

You exploded

Into my being,

Sweeping me away

A postage stamp

In a Gale.

The touch

Of your pliant lips

Holding me

Mesmerised.

Your eyes

Spinning

A gentle web.

The dulcet notes

Of your voice

Enmeshing me

In a collage

Of melody.

Your smile

Shackling me

In eternal captivity.

Without you…

Freedom is

Anathema.

With you

Bondage is

Utopia.