Aryan,

Or a sex guru,A sex master,A VatsyayanaTelling about Kamsuttra,Sex manuals,How to do sex withAnd keep satisfiedAs sex is all,Leads to happiness?

What we are confronted with,We used it,But never worked forAnd we had been sure of itAs it was expected forWhether you accept it or not,Delhi is not what it has become it today,It has been polluted for so long.

Bogus and blunt men,Those who had not to be Ph.D. guides areAnd those who had to beAre not.My expertise is lying uselessThough they are using in my papersOn Jayanta Mahapatra, Keki N.Daruwalla,Contemporary Indian English poetryAnd D.H.Lawrence,But I am yet notA Ph.D. expert,An external examiner of the thesis.

A love lyric,A love song, a sad song,A sketch or a reflection,A dream is she,A flower in flesh and blood,Sensuous and sensual.A story or an image,A painting or a photograph,If paint you her,Picture you,Snap the photo of hers,She may turn intoAn album of photographs,A dairy full of her word-pictures,Her talks and images,Like you, but see…

The Hollow Men by T.S.Eliot,The Little Black Boy by William BlakeFor poetic inspirationAnd I looked up to in utter admiration.

Letter drafting.