Private moments

Wrapped in Cancheevaram red,

Necklace bangles in rubies set,

Parasol, wallet and sandals red,

Ruddy lips and blushing

Sure you attended a wedding

Before you come to office.

Fingers are henna dyed.

Gentle pressure down on the keys.

The little imp wakes up,

Spit letters across the paper.

Dreamy eyes lowered to read

The script on table placed.

Scarlet pimples, smiling dimples,

Lips about to open and inviting.

The ‘apsara’ descends to dance,

Bent on to break the trance

Of the wretched of a sage

Who meditates in the hermitage

In the thick of ledgers and figures

Budding blue and blooming red.

Some private moments you have;

So I have, yearns in private

My heart for one moment private

Neither mine nor yours, but ours.

(Image: Urvashi and Pururuvas by Raja Ravi Varma. Source: Wikimedia)