A Mistake

Patiently she waits ‘til it was over
Sleepless but eager nights of marvel
Eagerly she succumbs to imprudence
Overwhelming what rationale was left

She tiptoed in the night, heart is pounding
Some silly thoughts in mind to get over
She escaped the bed with thrill, oblivious
Again, someone waits on the other line…

“Hello, sweety, ‘you there?”
She hushed the one, “Quiet!”
“I miss you, didn’t you?”
And she can’t find the words.

Slowly she was undressed with his words
Caressed, titillated, roused her senses,
She, awakened, countered more intensely
No holds barred, not even a pang of guilt

In the middle of it
A voice was heard, calling
Demanding submission
Quenching her emotions

A mistake

Unaware that she left someone awake
Time was so slow as he waited for her
Wondered why she fled from bed – in secret
And kept long away from his rest – waiting

She stood in front of the door – diffident
The voice was solid, indignant, asking
No true word was spoken but a fib
“I cannot sleep, so I watched TV.”

A mistake

It had been years and no voice can be heard
From the lone room, from where she fled that night
The fighting had begun then ceased quickly –
Leaving her alone with the telephone.

People that I Met, I Meet, Will Meet

An elderly man, feeble and ailing
As far as I can remember, a friend,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
I sat on his lap to hear his stories,
later to tell him I am so sorry
A loving father I will not forget.

A simple girl, with simple looks, grinning,
Jolly anytime, anywhere, bustling,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
I love to listen to her advices
(sad – I did not learn them from my mother)
She’s a friend I surely will not forget.

A lad among his group smiles at me
Loud, funny, full of life, became my friend,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
He is carefree, and I thought wrong – he’s not,
Wooed me, a wink and a smile, a visit,
Now, a husband who makes sense – that I love.

A group of twenty-somethings, the ‘90s,
A group of rebels in a company,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
A bunch of young people then, daring life,
Drifting logs, noisy lot, but sane enough,
Friends throughout the years, friends that I value.

A lady with a healthy mind, by now,
Keeps me company that I’m pleased about
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
Silent, contemplative, level-headed,
Chatters about sex the same way I do
No qualms, we free our minds of hypocrisy.

A man, I met online, eligible,
Bored and a neophyte, experiments,
We talked about life, oh, and the whole lot,
We chatted almost everyday and night,
Passionate, endearing, intelligent,
Life drifted with the stranger – he’s wounded?

People with diverse views and status,
People who will create a difference
We will talk about life and its whole lot
We will explore the world of dreams, and of
Adventure, of wit, and of knowledge
We’ll talk a lot, and then probably meet.

Haiku Attempt

– Prelude to Lovemaking –

the dining table
a witness of your resolve
to make love tonight

– Further Prelude –

the space across
listens to the playfulness
the moment of love

– The Act –

the bed awaits, hushed
murmurs, sighs, cries of pleasure
after the prelude

– After the Act –

once again, the bed
watches both lovers, beaten
into a vortex…

Bing’s Limericks

Dirty Old Man

An old man struts along
In his mind he has a song
“Oh, my! Legs galore!”
Like a canine in all four
Salivating about the thong.

Grammatically Wrong

An old dear friend suddenly appeared
And everybody in the group cheered
“Am I the only VISITORS
That everyone WAIT for, of course!”
Every soul laughed and nobody leered.

To his wife

Said an honest fellow underling,
“To my dearest wife I always cling,
But she has to wash up
Before she sits on my lap,
the aroma – what splendor they bring!”

Miss Explosive

Here is Miss Explosive, coming closer
The shaggy-dog story along with her
Beware, be aware,
My friend, lest you care,
You will never know once it is over.

I’d Be Around

I’d be around when you need a woman
who would give you love and all the comfort
who would sit always by your side to talk,
to recall the good times then laugh and cry,
and to be silent in the midst of angst.

I’d be around when you need a mistress
who would bring you to the heights of glory
who would dampen your lips with sweet kisses,
then mold your body into mine, reeling,
dazed by the loveliness of the union.

I’d be around when you need a friend
who would listen to your aches and grumbles
who would laugh loud at your jests and banters
all because I am a number one fan
of your humor – ah! so spontaneous!

Id’ be around when you need nothing
who would be with you while you are content
who would stare at you without a sound
with all the blessings, with all the delights
and keep a smile, with a thought in mind
that I would need no one – but only YOU….