Sensuality

Let us talk of sunsets and not volcanoes,

Of the warmth of a mountain hearth and not scorching infernos.

There are forms chisseled to perfection, garnished with smiles,

Leading to fantasies of a thousand miles.

Why does the ‘Neelkanthan’ (blue throated Lord Shiva) the poison not swallow?

In the company of Parvati in the glorious Himalayan nights?

An unbridled lust will lead to ugliness and dirty fights.

The warmth that forms give us, warmth alone be,

I will not let the scorch of this furnace come close to me.

The forms, the smiles, the movements and the gait,

Will always combine some elements inside,

Let sunsets be beautiful sunsets, and to our vows abide.