Ending or Beginning?


Backs ‘n’ fronts

Jingle ‘n’ jangle

Swagger ‘n’ style

Open buttons ‘n’ cautious mind

Friday dressing ‘n’ strict no workplace dating

Overtime debriefings ‘n’ late dinners

Blinking lights ‘n’ flashing memories

Shaking hands ‘n’ cordial goodbyes

Biting lower lips ‘n’ arrested breathing

Whispering possibilities ‘n’ rippling fantasies

Teasing ideas ‘n’ contemplating realms

Killing glances ‘n’ last appeals

Moving away ‘n’ moving closer

Is it an ending or a beginning?

Forging ahead  ‘n’ yearning for more…


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Half a Doctor

“Good afternoon, I have an appointment with Dr Geller.”

“Oh.., Sorry Ma’am his OPD is backlogged since the morning, there was an emergency case, he’s in the surgery as we speak. Should be out soon.  But you’ll have to wait.”


I resign to my fate and the ticking clock behind her. So today’s officially a bad day…I have a blog post to write, a  photo character sketch, due by 7 on the Editor’s desk and well in simple words no inspiration. I might as well use the time to try to get some headway on it here, I survey the room to make a beeline for the quietest corner seat among the other waiting patients.

“But Ma’am… his Junior is in, you can see him now.”

“But I regularly see Mr Geller only, you know that Gene”, I remind the receptionist.

Anyways I’m thinking he’s a junior doctor…what is that? At best half a doctor..

“But he’s real good ,” she goes on,”a part of Dr Geller’s team,take a consult,he can give you an initial diagnosis, no special charge, you can see Geller as soon as he’s out of surgery.”

Now I don’t change my doctor unless I really have to…I mean once I feel confident and comfortable with him…it’s all about vibes. But what’s the harm I reckon it’s a free consult…at the least he can help me figure out these test results…which are adding to my already jangled nerves not good either for my health or my writing today.

‘Ok’,I tell her.


‘The Doctor will see you now’, the assistant announces and opens the door.

‘Please come in,What’s the trouble?How can I help you?’

I settle in the chair and look across the table…


-a nice crop of hair, dark brooding eyes, wisdom on his brows

-hands clasped together on the table

-a man about business, image, detail, order and precision

-a clean and crisp air about him

– timeless -ageless…well age is just a number till you’re a senior citizen..

-the suave, quiet, smoldering intellectual

-a repository of knowledge, competent and skilled

-intelligent, professional and sexy without even trying

-a lethal combination of serious and naughty

-eyes which have seen both pain and pleasure in equal measure

-a mischievous smile lurking somewhere behind well..has to keep it in wraps after all it might be too fatal,

– internally engaged in some puzzle or conundrum

-the air of soulful mystery

-Hmm..Far more to the man than meets the eye

– Why doesn’t he smile more?….Ah.. there’s the risk of every patient being smitten..


I hear my mental typewriter inking and printing…

“Miss..! Hello…Are you ok? Do you need a glass of water?”,he asks with concern, breaking me out of my reverie.

(Haha), “No, I need a paper and a pen,”I blurt out, a smile creeping out upon my face for the first time in the day.

“Hunh? What’s the problem?”

“Well, yes, umm…coming to that…”

(Yeah…I’m feeling better already! The clouds are clearing..It might not be such a bad day after all!)


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Fact or Fiction- Part 2

Fact or Fiction -Part 2

Honourable judge,” May I present the following witnesses, they all say they are in close relations with the Greek God. All are staking exclusive claims. Be kind to give them an audience, listen to their testimonies and then decide.”

“Alright, come one by one, in an orderly queue please.”

– The glasses –“We are privy to his innermost thoughts ‘n’ deep penetrating gaze.”

-Spectacle frame,” don’t forget me, for I have the triple privilege, I frame the masterpiece-the beautiful face, sit atop the perfect nose ‘n’ rest over patiently listening ears.”

-The fabric – headily breathing in his scent, “Mmm.., I clothe ‘n’ drape the body of the Greek god, in closest touch with his every pore.”

-The shirt- ‘I sit proud atop firm shoulders ‘n’ fit every cut ‘n’ curve.”

-The shirt collar –“I sit snug on his neck, in tight embrace or in carefree abandon as maybe.”

-The breast pocket on the shirt sighs,” I closely listen to his every heart beat to match mine.”

‘N’ what of the print of his shirt- checks or stripes- “Oh!  Don’t mind us. We don’t really matter, he puts the style in fashion ‘n’ whatever he puts on is in vogue, you see.”

-The buttons on the shirt- “We get tickled silly, pinched by his nimble fingers as each stud is pushed into its slit.”

-The shirt sleeves -roll up in laughter ‘n’ mirth,” We regale ourselves in stories of his wit ‘n’ humour but only at leisure!”

-The watch-“I glide over palm, clasp wrist ‘n’ jingle-jangle with his every moving step. He can’t help but keep in tune ‘n’ time by me. Every hour, minute ‘n’ second of every day.”

-The belt- “I  fasten firmly his smoldering sexuality lest it ignites every combustible man or woman into  exploding flames.”

-The buckle –“I  secure ‘n’ release when need be.”

-The trousers-brown or black, “We ride astride his towering looks.”

-The pockets of trousers –“We are hand in glove with the softest hands, fondled ‘n’ warmed ‘n’ yet can’t help but hide his keys just so that in fishing he rummages to our very depths.”

-The socks –“We soak in the sweat of his hard toils “n’ labor.”

-The shoes- Humbly prostrating in pair, “Ah, we have the rare fortune to be able to reach ,kiss ‘n’ touch his feet.”

– ‘N’ zip, why’re you so quiet? “Well, sorry, I must zip my lips, it’s strictly confidential!”

N there are other unmentionables…

Judge – “Well, let them remain so for now!”

“All compete to beat the best. I can’t be no judge to such supreme qualities ‘n’ relations. Live in peace together!”

“Court dismissed!”



Dear Gentlemen,Greek God or not,the writer hopes you have new found respect for the in animates’  humble origins.Their  candid chattering may however increase the dressing up or dressing down time from now on or perhaps make the mundane more pleasurable…

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The Wet Monsoons

The Wet Monsoons


Grey skies saturated with love ‘n’ humid with lust, blaming the season for their indiscretions…

Clouds pregnant with moisture they can no longer bear, praying for relief

“But dears, the answer’s blowing in the wind…”

The hot earth looking heavenwards with need ‘n’ desire

Lamenting, “Without rain, there’s no life…just like without wife, there’s no life…”

Its dry crust stretched to the limits ‘n’ cracked open -mutely saying “Come soon!”

A bolt of lightning from the blue ‘n’ crackling laughter splitting the air,” Your wish is my command!”

Thunder roaring the impending momentous occasion ‘n’ proudly reverberating it through all time ‘n’ space

Dark clouds veiling an illusion of the night, for the lovers to unite

The sun hiding behind ‘em to save embarrassment, temporarily putting off its light

Mother Nature shushing all the birds ‘n’ animals into a pin dropping quiet

‘N’ soon enough, the wind whistles,” Hey! Wait for me.” ‘N’ joins in the fun


The first droplets fall, tasting like manna from the heavens

The final burst of the clouds raining cats ‘n’ dogs and buckets ‘n’ torrents

People in a helter- skelter hurrying home to gawk at the spectacle from behind closed doors

The slippery sludge playing practical jokes on their scurrying feet

“Sorry Sirs n madams, the streets are wet ‘n’ messy as you can all see, kindly pardon the slip ups!”

Fair maidens dancing brazenly on balconies ‘n’ roof tops- albeit in costume

Tangy pakodas sizzling in every kitchen ‘n’ choicest sweetmeats passing rounds, greeting one another “Happy Monsoon!”

Motor cars jamming, honking, their lights a blinking, in celebratory procession in every part of town

Those without a handy umbrella or shelter, damning their wet fate!


Grace descending, water seeping ‘n’ parched earth sighing Ah! At last…

A commingling of heat, sweat ‘n’ wet

Drenching ‘n’ soaking to the very thread ‘n’ bone

Breathing in the fresh aroma of the unique scent Petrichor

A cleansing shower at once washing away dirt ‘n’ grime from every branch ‘n’ twig


Quenching thirst ‘n’ wait seemingly centuries old

A symphony of sounds throughout the night, pitter-patter, piss ‘n’ spit drip ‘n’ drizzle

‘Now, I think you’ve had your fill, after all you are a brimming’

“Oh no, don’t stop! Liquid mercy rain on…”

A penultimate bright lightning flash sealing the electrifying orgasm betwixt ‘em

A still ‘n’ silent night in the dark forests, not a leaf found whispering, not a soul found breathing

Water again discretely washing away the remnants of tears of joy, heralding a new dawn

A rainbow in the sky-a riot of colors, the sun’s final benediction!


The heavy downpour leaving the barren landscape green ‘n’ fertile in its wake

All flora and flora awash, aglow ‘n’ gay

Puddles of water on streets for lil kids to splash about ‘n’ frolic with fun

The rain gods profusely showering their blessings on one ‘n’ all

The trickle down gloriously promising a plentiful harvest for all times

Water gushing forth in every stream, river ‘n’ rivulet to at last merge in the ocean of bliss



Note: Weather phenomenon are used with due artistic freedoms.

A Tribute to the glory of the monsoons…This one’s best relished with a serving of food and wine..Honest feedback and suggestions highly appreciated.Like,comment and share.


Fact or Fiction Part 1

Fact or Fiction Part 1


Sitting with a sketch artist

‘Tell! Tell!

Who did you meet today?’


“Well, lemme jog my brain cells

I’ll try to recollect…

In no particular order

You’ll need the best tools

Draw if you can!”artistic_painter



-The very fountain of youth ‘n’ vigour

-A wellspring of humour ‘n’ joy

-The owner of the softest of hands ‘n’ an even more tender heart

-His Eyes…deep liquid pools of love ‘n’ desire you can drown in

‘N’ yet gently peering into your very heart ‘n’ soul

-The lips of cupid

-A perfect nose

-Chocolaty sweetness-finger licking good!

-In trappings all nice ‘n’ fine too

-With charming manners

-A real gentleman

-Tall ‘n’ handsome ‘n’ soft ‘n’ cuddly-a study in contrasts!

-Beautiful hair –you wanna run your fingers through

-A smile that starts in his eyes ‘n’ covers his entire face

-A breathing perfumery of musk ‘n’ wine

-A pebble sending warm rippling waves through ‘n’ through

-A voice that at once makes you feel safe to shed your guard ‘n’ inhibitions

Not interrogating yet you find yourself revealing your true authentic self ‘n’ spilling all your deepest dreams ‘n’ follies

-The sharpest of minds, the keenest of intelligence- penetrating to the kernel of truth in every word

…A touch so warm it engulfs your very being

-a beautiful neck you wanna nibble,nuzzle against ,wrap your arms around ‘n’ rest

N there’s more ..

But alas… I don’t have the words for..

‘My ! My!

Did you meet a Greek God?

Was he real?’


Dunno,  that’s why I need to find him again to make sure!


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Angels and Demons

Angels and Demons

We’re playing roles. Topsy-turvy. Zig and zag. All merry laughter. Giggles and grins. Our feet barely touching the ground.

She’s seemingly in my embrace. But ever sensitive, her mind always a step ahead. I can see danger approaching but she can smell it from a mile.

Ever protecting, caring, her hand gets ready to defend. I arrest it midway. On a fluke, I decide to change the rules of the game. Reckon it’s time to play a bluff or two. Make it more real.

She’s been hard too long. I grab and frame her face firmly with both hands. Pull her in and plant a kiss. Soft and deliberate. I catch her completely unawares.

Still the thinker, she assesses the situation we’re in, syncs in with the twist in plan “Ah, seems wise, why not”. So she gives in. And kisses me back.

Now the lines between real and pretense, sense and in sanity, wise and wacky blur in. Each sucked into a vortex of hunger unleashed. Mmm… we taste surprise and disbelief of a dream coming true. A real treat, slurp!

My hand’s barely in her smooth hair, one minute, slipping onto her shoulder in the next, trying to soften her toughness at the same time. I’m marveled by her special blend of silk and steel. Her hands glides over my skull and soul.

All is silent. Except for collective sighs as water soaks into parched earth.

I’m out of my mind. Eyes threatening to fall out of their sockets.  Even the devil freezes in his advancing steps and retraces.

But she’s still alert, with a corner of an eye on him, slays the demon, knocks me out of my senses and him out of the ball park, by now wacked out of his mind too just witnessing no doubt .Yeah, all in the same sentence and then she moves on.

Was I just kissed by an angel?  Out of breathe. Words fall short…

“That was…”

She turns back to look me in the eyes. Reading struck-stark-stupid.

“Yeah, Wordsmith, come.”

There’s no time now for word play.

However am I going to keep up with her?

I pat my lips to close before any more foolishness is betrayed!

Breathe in, breathe out.



“She was soft as an angel but oh,she could love with the fury of a demon.”-N.R Hart

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Life is Peachy…

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……..From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
……—From Blossoms by Li Young Lee

Me in Pictures


Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

– Rabindranath Tagore



Zip, zap, zoom

Hi handsome, finally, how are you? How was your day? Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.

What are you doing? Checking me out, go right ahead, front to back, headlights ‘n’ tail lights, they’re all a functioning.

What’s that I hear? Ah, you’re making sure, this is your car, not your neighbour’s? Naughty! Quick hint, I’m the one with all the right angles ‘n’ curves. Size does matter, the bigger the better, what?! I’m only quoting what you said.

Too tired to drive, come, I’ll walk you through it.

Now hurry up, get hold of your keys- insert, fit, un-lock ‘n’ open.

Yes click right in front of the opening, open the door ‘n’ enter.

Oh, shut the door, but don’t slam too hard.

In the cockpit? Make yourself comfortable.

Settle down nicely, the car’s roomy enough to fit 1 or 2 more.

Security first, put your seat-belt on.

Let’s play some music, your choice.

The interiors are clean, smell pleasant too, huh? But a spritz or two more of that heavenly car perfume will be even better.

What? Feeling hot already?  Feel free to crank up the AC a notch or two or at full blast.

Now, best to lock down, privacy is important.

Checking the fuel tank? Not to worry, I’m well fed.

Make sure the gear shift is in neutral-a lil fondling ‘n’ hand holding should do. Warm it up.

Turn me umm…the ignition on, it only takes a spark, to get the engine going. Just wanna get the fire started at this moment.

Take a quick look in the mirrors. All clear. Hey! Enough, don’t get lost in my eyes just right now.

Let the clutch (grasp tight first) in ‘n’ accelerate, we should surge forward.

Start at gear 1,2… gradually 3.4,5,6 to pick up speed ‘n’ power. Shift gears as per your driving pleasures. Its smooth if ya move from one gear to the next ‘n’ then back down again, but feel free to do your own thing too boy.

Rev up the engine-Accelerate sharp, all depends how you wanna cruise. Use your gut feeling ‘n’ instinct.

Remember to have one foot on the brake at all times, to slow…but don’t brake too often either, it’s like sexual tension for the car, it’s meant to be moving with you, don’t resist the urge.

Best to drive meditatively, with 100 % concentration. Eyes on the road –enjoy the scenery, ears at full alert-every horny honk, hands on the steering wheel at all times, to steer the course-right, left or straight ahead.

What? Adrenaline’s kicking in? Your heart’s a racing? Feeling the rush? ‘N’ you want me to stop talking now…sure in a second.

Just a few final tips:

Let your joy be in the journey ‘n’ not only in the goal.

Driving is therapy ‘n’ escape too.

‘N’ remember she performs best when wet- keep her well lubricated.

Wish you a safe, comfortable ‘n’ happy journey.

Happy driving!


To Slow Gentle Beginnings

To Slow Gentle Beginnings


He’s playing Goofy Garfield, she’s playing Minnie mouse

He’s applying cologne, she’s spraying perfume

He’s wooing, she’s oohing

His hair is standing on end, her soft hair is dangling

He’s inching forward, she’s drawing closer

He’s raising one eyebrow, she’s raising both


He’s the charming geek, she’s the demure damsel

He’s careful diction, she’s artistic flair

He’s cracking her up, she’s splitting him wide open

He stifles his smile, she deepens her dimples

He’s sniffing sighs, she’s snorting laughter


He loosens his collar, she tickles her earrings

He unbuttons his shirt, she takes off her jacket

He’s gulping chilled water ‘n’ rubbing ice cubes all over

She’s fanning herself ‘n’ cranking up the AC

He’s still perspiring, she’s still sweating

His eyes are wide shut, her eyes wide open

His fingers are quietly beating tunes, her hands are freely gesturing signals

He’s clearing his throat, she’s fiddling with her hair

He’s forgetting pronunciation, she’s forgetting punctuations

He’s swallowing spit, she’s licking lipstick

He’s coming up from the earth, she’s coming down from the clouds

He’s flying, she’s hovering

He’s reaching out, she’s reaching in

His shadow’s dancing, her candlelight’s flickering


He’s getting lost, she’s pointing the road map

He’s steadying her gaze, she’s steadying his gaze

He’s tasting, she’s touching

He’s testing, she’s daring


He’s in a frenzy, she’s in eagerness

He’s crossing, she’s intersecting

He’s firing, she’s fuming

He’s releasing, she’s edging




Why’s it so hot in here?

Whatever are they doing?

Are they exercising?

Well perhaps…

But No…,’coz it’s so still ‘n’ silent


Guess? Guess?


They’re only…. reading!!


Ha! Ha! Ha!