My Poems

With the innocence of a school boy I'd wonder About the things apparently hidden under The frock of my playmate, different from mine, And clueless I would sit to roughly imagine. Being curious of the difference to explore One day I found the breed quite strange to appear, As something great a pleasure surged through me, And I couldn't help marvelling at the fanny. Games I did play not, books I open'd neither, Aside put I all for body of her; Latch'd onto the conceal'd delightful sight, I grazed my look on her by day, by night. In gave the soft tissues of a teenager As body fetish held me in amour; I touch'd her, differently a first, in zest When throb'd her body, mine, in certain quest. It's not morals or mind, but body, 'ever, On her's daub'd I most of my character, With her in favour, each norm we did flout, On pretexts, made we each place a hide out. Develop'd my mate, with hers being demure, Reserved, as gre

              HOLI HAS COME HOLI has come with gift of hues  Of hope and happiness, Of love and kindness, Of truth and togetherness... Let her come in, Let her spray the sprinkles of 'Sanjivani' On our p arched up skin That shelters our captive self  Solitary within.  Let her each drop, each flow Of chromatic waves  Unite the divided souls  Of the human race; With smiles laced on our lips, With pours of pieteousness, Let's greet this harbinger of peace And leveller of humanity in; Let her spread all over Her brilliant rainbows of pleasure...                  N P SAMAL       Poet, author, academic 

The fragility of life  With the inevitability of death Reveals the truth that life Is too unsure a bubble  To have reliable vagaries.. Yet on a bid for vanity And greater self-recognition, Man creates unaware, Many immortal histories...                       N P SAMAL

When you walk fast, life  straggles, And when you make a leisure of  a walk, Life overtakes you leaving you  aback; Yet there are times when both of you Hurtle together, or amble together, That delivers the winner, or the loser. And by the whims of life and time  The human fate is caught forever...                                  N P SAMAL

When I am chuck'd away and drop alone, Condemn'd feel I to the infernal void In horrifying silence and isolation; Befall me curse of living soul devoid. Comes then my mother wiping off my sorrow, As I revive by mistress' rallying brace And with my daughter's charming entry, flow In torrent streams of love, peace, and happiness.  Maa, Mama, Madam--with their strength endures My life the mundanities deadly abound; In gracious healing touch of saintly allures, The whole turns heavenly these angels around. O paragons of virtues, in your honour I dedicate my life and rites forever!