A day of telling secrets

A Day of Telling secrets

Secret is like those circles

formed by removed skirts on floor

when you break its thread

I step out of it....

Wonder is but an offer for those who can look from a distance

Can they repeat?

looking for sources elsewhere?

Mysteries can repeat quite often

Once dress up, all chances to turn naked again

Keep posting

Let us learn from girls and boys

when nobody at home, they search

for the reasons of their unrest

Keep posting me poems to punctuate my secrets

Let loneliness sit like a bird on our windows

And push us into this day of telling secrets

That was a lie-poem

Latest absurd poem is actually very realistic.
Feeling quite ashamed to take that big packet of love back home
Scared of all who have finest eyes for details
I kept my packet of love in the official cupboard
Can it ever help but grow?
Yet another visual by itself, funny though
Look at your lover's jeans when he is so full of love for you
The packet of love starts sprouting within its cover


Finger in Bubble?



what will you feel when he plays with soap bubbles?
Like a scatter of fluid.
A happiness pervades
Nothing to say about it




Oh! Oh!

Basho! poet of so many butterflies
Occur on me like a bright morning


We keep staining

Child-woman, wearing half skirt
Stained because she kept that sanitary napkin
Other way round in a haste
She didnt know how to cover it


All the way back home
She was talking to friend
About her chance sitting on a crow's shit