Passion in Dust

One’s passion
Lying in dust
In another’s possession.


The Keen Listener

The Beauty


Universe, you listen so keenly!

All I did was whisper a wish, for an inspiration.

The next day, there… she walked in!

Guest Post : A Sailor’s Poem

I met a seafaring sailor recently. More than a passionate and insightful man, he is an interesting and genuine friend.  Edo Passarella is a National Geographic explorer, sailor and travel writer. Edo is creative in his own ways and likes to sail out into the sea in his own yacht. Once in a while at sea, he scribbles a line or two, about the wide blue expanse that lay before him.  He was kind enough to write a guest post for HOA.

I am glad to be sharing this, and thank you Edo! Guys, do drop in comments for Edo’s lines!

In the harbor tonight,
won’t swim fishes
nor you can’t see rats,
’cause the moon looks like a bowl of milk,
surrounded by millions of cats.

(In porto stanotte
non nuotano pesci,
non s’odono ratti.
Sarà che la luna
è una scodella di latte,
con attorno milioni
di gatti.)


A Breeze In Love

I just unearthed, one of my most favorite writings, and art work. For a special and obvious purpose, though it didn’t really serve the intend, this piece stands to-date as my favorite work. I hope you see and enjoy the meaning that goes behind these lines.

As a breeze on a summer day
I blew on you, on my way.
You closed your eyes
I saw your smile
Forgot the winds, I stood still.
Between the twirls in your hair
In love, I moved with care.
Even by your gesture, a slight hint
From a breeze, I turned to wind.

Each element you see in this illustration below has its significance, but then explaining it seems so lame at this tick of time.

unearthed one of my most favorite writings, and art work

unearthed one of my most favorite writings, and art work

Sex, A Love!


Whisper to you sensually
Touch with insane lust
Trickles my finger, along your curve
Passion, I see,hardens upon your bust.

Tease you with a feather
Round thy navel now I linger
Turns me on, as your tummy
Rhythmically quiver.

A bite of your lips
A hold on your hips
Gaze into my eyes
Honey, your love in south it drips.

Smoothness, your skin
Sweetness, your love within
Wildness, our passionate sin
Make love to me in music, my dear violin.

She Cleansed My Dirt

Just before retiring to bed early I challenged myself to write a few lines about something VERY random in 15mins. So I pinged a friend, Sadhana, for a very random topic…and suprisingly she said.. hmm…. well you’ll find out soon, at the end of the post! 😉
Challenge Accepted, I said  !!! And the outcome turned out pretty funny and its below:

Covered in dirt
My mind, my heart, my very birth.
None to touch me
To cleanness, for any fee!

Among the crowd of things
She rose, as an angel with no wings.
Dipped herself in water
Touched and soaped me in lather.

Fearless. Fighting the evil
Like a knight in times medieval.
Moved across my body
In lust, brave and with passion.

As she neared my sight,
I looked at her, asked for her name.
All wet, in passion and delight
Loofah, exclaimed the dame!

Well, Sadhana said… Loofah!!! And I soo Do NOT like  you for this Sadhana Rajeev !!