You don’t come to me in words, feelings or emotions

You come to me in full body, mind, heart and

Soul

You don’t come to me in caligraphied ink with signs or symbols

You come to me in real stories scribbled

You come to me not in days, months or schedules 

You come to me in fancies of our meetings or routine ridicules 

and then  you fume to submerge in unwants 

of ink, words, and spreads

like one in those thousands knotted threads...

Regards 

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

She smiled for the camera

And danced through the opera,

Placing her tiara 

UpRIGHT for the reel

Came home bruised 

To her own amuse, 

Nothing to look upto

Another grain of waste, mocked by a

One or two! 

Pouring hot tea , through the kettle 

All days in her jewelled life, 

Going lame and fatal! 

Then in colors of million different hues 

She proved through the successful woos!

Another one to cheer

But for thee, it's a one mere!

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

In the harms and charms of voyeurism,

I enjoyed my secret blow,

The fragrances and fun of the play

I rejoiced my secret stay,

The souls and the journey of togetherness

Me and my lord on this way,

In harmony and vibes of each other

Enroute freedom, we sway

In days to come, and lust to follow

The harms will mellow!

I wish

I hope

I Pray

Kiran Sakkar sudha