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