Love is not solitary blossom

Either at first sight or a little later

Love may strike a pair, I agree.

Such like love strikes the one

Only once in life, I cannot agree.

Love strikes in as many times

As there are possible occasions.

07.06.2002, pakd

Substitutes, sexier than the sexy parts.

Viewers want, Producers want,

Directors want and Actress is willing,

But Censor threatens.

A compromise is struck.

Cleavage, shoulders, full back

And down from the breast

Are shown naked.

The breasts are x-rayed.

Belly below navel, loin, waist, hip,

Thigh with valley in between

Are shown naked.

The sanctorum is x-rayed

Viewers learnt to see the cleavage

And the navel more seductive.

There is war in making as much

Revealing heroines in cinema

07.06.2002, pakd

Duty mars the happiness.

Your eyes are cruelly seductive

But your status is obstructive

And my arms, too, are defective.

Spare me from being kept as captive.

Your lips are equally arresting

But duties are there demanding

And a few mouths are waiting.

Free me; I may not be wilting

You’re an angel for me to watch

But where is the time to keep watch,

Failing which someone may snatch.

Spare me and permit me to march.

Whose fault is that you are sexy?

Whose fault is that I am crazy?

Why must there be a deep valley?

I can’t stick, as I am bound by duty.

07.06.202, pakd

Cine-field is the best field

To get fame and name from,

For one’s talent. With quick return.

Many well-bred girls are on march.

Sex is the least in their agenda.

When men are in bodily contact

The girls learn to freeze their mind.

No sensation; no temptation.

No hero can take liberty

Men leave with one-side feelings.

That is why heroines are accepted

As worthwhile wives of better lots.

09.06.2002, pakd

Love is the willing battle.

Love is the battle,

Where in the end.

Either both win

Or both lose;

In either way

They part, with sweet memories.

That is why

Love propels man

And woman as often

To engage in battle,

Blind to barriers

And blind to results.

09.06.2002, pakd

She sings and looks nice.

Square face, fatty cheeks,

Arching brows, smiling eyes,

Sharp bridge with open nostrils,

Long lips terminating with dimples,

Enough spreading hair,

And massive body, all make

You, Chitra, the singer,

Nicer as your voice is nice.

To me, now, your face is nicer

09.06.2002, pakd

Men are cowards.

Lust of man for a woman
Is fluid in status,
With tendency to flow down.
They advance to women
Who are lower in age or stage.
Men are cowards.
15.06.2002, pakd