Give me grey!

Give me grey...

for am tired of black and white

and of other colors that bleed

my existence of its essentiality!

Grey is my new red

and my green and yellow!

my kaleidoscope is filled with

monochromatic sensuality!

And monochrome is anything but boring -

If you read into the shades that be...

There are myriads of shades of grey

and infinite possibilities!

Here's my grey!

now, show me yours -

let us put the two side by side

and check the likelihood of a probability -

that both the greys are same!

The odds i say and see,

heavily stacked against this event -

giving rise to multiple realities!

So here's to your grey,

i raise a toast...and likewise,

i do to mine! - let's clink

and celebrate our diversity!

And when done, come see my shades

of dark, darker, darkest..

and the lighter shades of these -

and be prepared for any eventuality!

Sensuous Night...

A gorgeous evening was turning into a night of sensuous vibes..

and that's when she asked me:

"Tell me dear, what else will turn you on...?"

She had her hands firmly on the straps of her dress..

as she threw that smile at me

I was caught off guard, that's something she could see vividly!

"Ahem", I cleared my thoughts...still reeling from that hit

...and attempted to address the bulge

that she'd cause in my throat!

"Undressing me or undressing you, won't help!

For undressing the thoughts and the feelings behind -

is what will matter to me and to you!

So then, let me look inside your head

and reach out and strip your thoughts as you do, mine..

And let me feel up your feelings!

This naked form is much more of what I want

for you will play with my mind -

A striptease of a different kind"...

Satisfied with my answer, I turned around in triumph!..

and there she was, spread-eagled.. hands still on her straps

snoring away sensuously!!!

Sigh!...

My sighs have never been so
beautiful and longing...
But ever since we've been -
they come in all forms and styles
bringing with them an array of memories
and a string of desires
of what i miss and what could be!
I have never been so lost and high -
and there, yet again, i sigh!

Thoughtful Sin?

Want to look inside your head
and see what goes on inside...
Deep in the confines of what shows
I really want to see beyond...

Beyond all that is known
and all that is seen...
I want to trespass,
uninvited, unseen!

I will sneak in and peep to
see what transpires within -
when it is all calm without
and experience the living - 

Of how your feelings and emotions
meet and make out -
the raw expressions bare
where else would they stand out?

Don't wall up, now..let me in
let me soak in what's within...
who knows, your thoughts and mine
the twain might intertwine in some 'thought'ful sin?‎

Textual advances...

You don't leave me with a choice!

I have to make a move,

The way you throw yourself at me -

catches me unawares and I almost lose it

When you reveal the hidden bit

And I see those red squiggly lines showing

I can't help but make textual advances on you...

And correct you, typO!

Rewriting (our) history...

A warm cup of tea,
and the breeze to accompany
there couldn't be a better setting
for you to saunter, walk in!

Of course we had history,
under the old, large rain tree...
but i wasn't sure if you'd remember
those li'l fires, and after, the embers?

What brings you here anyways?
the embers are long gone, the smoke astray...
there'd be but weathered signs
of conflict between the heart and mind!

If all you want to do is
traverse that path shroud in mist -
come, that's what i am up to
and that will make us two!

I have no clue, where we'll go
maybe beyond this shroud, we'll know
what's left of our history -
a spark, embers, a mystery?

where we get to, land or sea
together again - is the key!
let it stay, a mystery -
why don't we rewrite history? :)

Nonsense!

Sense and sensibility

seem to elude me..

When i am lost in

the sensuality you exude!

For i behold

your sensuousness and feel

all shaken and stirred inside...

yet nothing's still revealed! -

About how you feel

about my sidey glance!

And if it evokes

a look, maybe a chance?

To take things further -

maybe your place or mine?

Of course, we'd

make sure we wine and dine...

And then, i think again,

when sense kicks in...

And sensibility tickles

the gray cells within

To think over again -

if it really makes sense?

And then i see you... and give in

all thoughts brushed aside, as nonsense!

Our butterfly...

Can you cocoon me in your presence?
Shield me from all that's not you?
Can you hold me tight long enough
Till happy thoughts in my heart brew?

And when I finally feel your breath in my being
I will flap my wings and fly...
For it will be a new creation
It will be our butterfly :)

As in the days of yore...

i hold your gaze in my heart

the one that still pierces

my insides... and when done,

giggles, silly like a child -

naughty and innocent

and in so many ways, wild!

as wild and vivid as it can be,

i bring it back from memories

to revel in the quiet of the night

and run riot in my ecstatic mind -

waiting for serendipity to come by

and for my being to rejoice in that find!

I often pretend you're here

and sneak a glance or two and smile

in that feeling of joy, knowing

what will be, if deja vu happens -

only i'd want it to happen again

and again - more regular than often!

Will you wake me up some day,

snapping me from this happy dream?

Of your eyes meeting mine...

To say, while holding my gaze,

"Wake up, dreamer, i am here

..why are you still amazed?"

That is when i will tell you

of the thousand adjectives

and exclamations i saved for this day! -

only to be speechless again, lost like before

and see you shake your head, and walk away

like you did in the days of yore!

31st August, 2014

That time...

the night is young
wont you be mine?
wont you stay a li'l while?
maybe dance longer on my wrist?
Tempt me good - 
yeah, tempt me bad!

i'd rather stay
and see you smile
but you dont given in -
just escape, you wily thing
you push me far,
you pull me back!

yet i wait for you
for those moments
the silence of the night
muted screams of delight!
You make me smile,
you make me frown!

i look forward 
to seeing you tonight
as you reveal 
yourself, bit by bit
you show me some
and then you hide!

and so goes, 
those hours - every night
in a sensuous rush - every chime!
lo behold, such is time....
she makes you wait,
she makes you pine!

Weaving a dream...

shall i weave you a dream

to sweep you off your feet,

set you floating,

buzzing like a bee..

And when mid-air

smile, all you can

like the princess

who was called pretty

by the mirror on the wall!

I would gladly be the weaver

and go on weaving this dream

but wouldn't you rather,

we both stayed awake

and saw the same dream?

Or should we both go to sleep

stay suspended in reality

and when there, ask the mirror

what's the writing on the wall?

we will be each other's wall

and i will be your mirror

like you'd be mine

and then what we see

will be real or a dream?

by then it won't matter

for a new state of existence

will arrive, where from within

reality, we will weave :)

Knots...

knots, so many of them

tied and untied

until i know no more

what knots i need

what knots i don't

all i know is

not to note

this particular knot...

there are some easy ones

like the ones i started tying

my laces with and the

ones i'd use to fix my tie!

and all tied up now

i dont know

how to untie, or what to

until it is naught...

and finally when it comes

to nothing but naught

i shall think about getting

knotty again, or naughty is it?

i dont know, really

all the notes i made to not

think about this knot

makes me distraught...

here's the resolution then

i shall make or not

make this year:

what i should and what

i should not -

is not in my control

for i am forever

perplexed by the thought:

to be or knot, to be?

(how random inspirations can be - stumbled upon the headline "untying the knots" on a news Website and those words wouldn't go away till they stringed themselves together here :D ..)

thirty three!!

there,
pretty tease, you
yeah, that's right
you shake me
you give me the fright!

here,
pretty teased, me
yeah, very right
you've had me
now, cant stand upright!

only
if i had you
very much so
wouldnt that be
good to know!?

but,
there, there goes you
oh, yes, i see
wouldnt that be
the girl number thirty three?

Three,
and three?
yes, you got me right!
and the idea of thirty fourth,
gives me the fright! :D

You and i or we and us?

how do i belong to you

when you do not belong to me

how do we belong to us

when both of us don't belong to"we"

of you and i and we and us

and all the drama and the fuss

when everything settles down

it won't amount to mush or much

so the point that i allude to again

is that since we are no longer us

why don't we take a final ride

upon the good-old-rickety bus

the bus that we got on to once

and have traveled thus far and glee

let us take that route again

as you and i, no longer we

and when arrive those familiar stops

you go yours and i'll go mine

for our hands wont be again

like before, intertwined...

Where art thou?

"Where art thou",

she asked and

i couldn't say here

neither could i point there

for i wasn't anywhere

yet, i was here and there...

i asked the same question

when i looked into the mirror

i got back a stare

of a man not knowing

why, when or where

just that the answer was rooted in the stare

now how do i say

i am living in a state 

suspended between fact and fiction

in the thick of action

yet tucked away from glare

all covered but bare...

after weaving words

in an organized, random chaos

i still cannot say where i am

but i want to be back

only if i could cut some slack

and be more real.

real, unreal, surreal

is what am vaccilating between

only if i stopped at one place

feet firmly on the ground - i could be sure

and tell you or maybe shout out, M'am

here i am :)

05/08/2013

(in reply to Usha's question..... )

The Tap Dance

your fingers tap dance

oh they bestow this pain

don’t you play on me like that

lending an illusion of rain

while your dance produces

words of love, lust and chains

of thoughts that play

in delight sometimes, and sometimes in disdain

i like it when you glide on me

your touch of benevolent grace

and the times when you pause

and look down on my face

but when you're done with me

you tap on me no more

and tuck me away somewhere

waiting for more taps in store

take me out, i wait

for your touch again this time

you wouldn't find a better keyboard

for what you shell out in dimes!

The Ground Beneath my Feet...

Who moved the ground

beneath my feet?

Was it that look,

or is that how you treat

every eye that looks at

your graceful smile

and every heart that

beats in ways so wild?!

As i stay suspended mid-air

with the ground beneath me gone

i wonder if i'll fly

or be flung down like a stone? -

come what may, i know

i dont have a chance

i know i am falling

i might as well dance! :)

The sword of love...

The mist rises outside 
And sighs, within my heart.... 
Smiling in my thoughts 
and that is only a part - 
of the whole of me that pines 
For a glance, a touch, a word...
and having suffered, I survive
to be pained again by love's sword!

David Antony, 07/26

You have a knack!...

dont you have a knack

of running on my mind?

when i close the doors

secret windows you somehow find!

and when i close the secret windows

and secure my mind for sure

you seep in through the li'l cracks

and run my thoughts impure!

is that what Elvis picked -

when he sang "devil in disguise?"

for when you sneak in to my mind

i am no longer sane nor wise

Elvis really sang his mind

and mine sings in chorus too -

"wise men say only fools rush in"

and that's why i fall for you!

now as i start to count -

one and two and three...

of the times i've fallen for you

i lose count in the counting spree

okay, one more time...

one last, that it would be

i will free fall once again

for you, my cup of coffee! ;)

- DA, 05/17

The street car named Desire!

The streetcar named desire

ran me over, ran me to ground

with thoughts so precise

and views so profound

or so i thought...

I still couldn’t stand my ground,

couldn’t throw up arguments

for desire ruled the roost

crazy's the case i present

or so i thought...

I still couldn't make a point,

still could not say no

i fancied myself a chance

for i had a reputation to show

or so i thought...

and zealously tried to fight it -

fought till i could no more

for now, i give in to desire

there will be more wars in store

or so i think.. ;)

- DA, 05/08/2012