Thursday, April 20, 2017

Let me tell you something
Mm, tell ya all somethin’
That something
Which will drive you crazy
You’ll raise an eye brow
Drop a jaw;
Listen ya all
Let me blow into your ears
This secret.
A cringing secret, a dark secret
A well-kept secret
but, my lips are sealed.
Hey, Girl
Kiss my lips, a wet saline kiss
And steal this secret;
Kiss me will you?
Else, I shall spill the secret .


Originally published on October 26, 2016Coimbatore on my FB page.
Steal a secret - A fun song that has to be sung with a tinge of naughtiness / Or, should the tone be of cockiness?
(I have edited this song umpteen no. Of times).

Copy right @ Ajay Pai 2016
Image Courtesy: AJ's personal collection

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Statutory warning: Drinking they say is injurious to "Your" health (not mine) People in their right senses not to read this poem.

Hic-a-one, hic-a-two, hic-a-three
no, hic-a-four, no
stop, stop, stop
I feel ticklish
there’s a belly in my fire
and, I dance
and, I laugh
and, there’s a belly in my fire

I plead to the girl
in the polka dotted dress,
to help me
arrange these words?
How do I fit my belly, in my fire?

she smiles
she swirls her polka frock, walks, says, I am tipsy
And, there’s my belly
And, the fire
I am jumbled
where do I fit my belly, in my fire?

I hear a bear in the beer
And, the beer says,
hic, hic, hic
And, a chic…chick

Oops, i'll come back tomorrow
to do the lines
As of now, i am just

Copyright @ Ajay Pai  4th April 2017
Image courtesy - AJ's personal collection

Saturday, April 8, 2017

You've tied me to the wind, 
Crowned me with florals of thorn
Lashed me with your eye lashes;
Unshackle me, once
Let me carry you on my clipped wings 
To the cloudy skies of orgasm.

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 2017
A micro poem written on the Valentine's day.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Lolita, how shall I do you?
Now that you blew me a kiss
I'd breach the line of fire
Here, on the man's land

You were a taboo, until last night
But then, now we smoke -
The same sweltering breathe
Drenched in the red wine

Hey Lolita, how shall I do you?

I am scorching, crush me some ice
Let it trickle down
To the point where our desires encounter
Let's fuse into the heaven of love

Blow me a day, blow me a night
Let our whispers moan
To create a flawless match
And, this is how I'd planned our sultry night

Copyright @Ajay Pai 2nd April 2017
Image courtesy: Pexels

A song, narrating the way to plan your sultry night. ;) ( ensure you are above the age of 18 years).

Sunday, March 26, 2017

I watch the sky
And wonder, 
If it would rain on this summer day?

It sounds so wrong
Sprinkles and the sunshine
All together

I am certain
Made for each other
They were not

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 2017
Image courtesy: AJ's personal archives
Written on Jan 21st, 2017

Friday, March 24, 2017

It was pure bliss this morning. I truly saw "GOD" in my dream. This is how i felt when i woke up from my dream.

O’ Purushothama, my supreme lord
Now, it is time for you to walk alongside me
But then,
You descend upon me merely in my dreams
Reflecting it as an illicit affair between us
Yet, the scholars hail you
as a manifestation of the purest essence
O’ lord, you are eternally pure
Am I blessed by you?

O’ Krishna, my dark complexioned lord,
whose every act is righteous
The sight of you this morning in my slumber
In your golden aura was purely a bliss

I take refuge in you
Unveil your benevolence upon me

It is this awakening which is a hindrance
Sing a lullaby
Put me to sleep forever
Enabling my dream, 
Where I get to see you forever.

 Copyright @ +Ajay Pai  24th March 2017
Image courtesy - AJ's gallery

Sunday, March 19, 2017

No, I am not an activist. 
                     I am the father to a 2.5-year-old child.
                                  My love for my child is in no way lesser to that of his Mother.                                                                                
                                                       Yes, I do not have a womb. But, I have a heart that lactates.

The Embrace of - My Son

I took my lil Chimp in my arms, held him close to my heart,  he brushed his face along my chest.  All of a sudden, I had a lil lump in my heart at that very moment. My eyes went moist. A stream of joy trickled down freely down my cheek.

Being a father is an emotion which cannot be put in words and explained.

It was a similar night,  
when crescent moon
kindled the skies,
a tiny Lil star twinkled,
my lil child was born.

I bore him in my heart,
The heart which lactates.

Ah, mortal
You measure it not!

                                                                              © 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
                                                                          Image courtesy : AJ's archives.

to be continued...