Lure, Love, Life Part-1 (7-09-2017) with Cover.cdr

One Day ! Merging Souls


Had never thought, Fragrance of her feel
her blush will make me to love her, reinforces my mind,
one day; to get entirely lost
in her blooming body.
Had never thought,
her eyes will mesmerize me, Fragrance of her lips,
one day;
turns me mad,
to feel them
Had never thought,
her bosoms will break my ribs, burning without a flame.
one day;
Fragrance of her uneven flesh
Had never thought, compels me,
her lips will burn mine, to hug her tightly
one day; till I break my ribs.

Had never thought, Fragrance of her body
her love will be my habit, turns me
one day; bold enough,
to make her sleep beside.
Had never thought,
her hands will hold my shaking head, Fragrance of her hands
one day; supports me,

in holding my face
Had never thought that trembles now.
her soul will lift mine away,
one day.
Fragrance of her soul
impresses mine,
to make an eternal soul
by merging her with mine.







46 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 47

Down to Earth The Fluid


My wings make me fly Blood never describes
up in infinite sky, its colour,
but never they forget nor it speaks,
to bring me down; I am red;


Though they lift me Never to object
high and high in the sky, whether it is
but ever keep my eyes of a black,
on earth during my fly ; of a white;


They desire to touch heights It simply knows,
dare to conquer the sky, I am life of a life
just born to secure
but I know my stamina
just born to save;
I know my limits in the sky;
Without bothering
Remain down to earth caste and creed
is my ancestral tradition, colour and sex
but my wings still wrestle poor and rich;
to fly above in the sky;
Since it can't
Our race of aves lesson us to define shades
return to earth after fly, being blind
but still doubtful whether since birth.
human race does after rise

















48 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 49

Down to Earth The Fluid


My wings make me fly Blood never describes
up in infinite sky, its colour,
but never they forget nor it speaks,
to bring me down; I am red;


Though they lift me Never to object
high and high in the sky, whether it is
but ever keep my eyes of a black,
on earth during my fly ; of a white;


They desire to touch heights It simply knows,
dare to conquer the sky, I am life of a life
just born to secure
but I know my stamina
just born to save;
I know my limits in the sky;
Without bothering
Remain down to earth caste and creed
is my ancestral tradition, colour and sex
but my wings still wrestle poor and rich;
to fly above in the sky;
Since it can't
Our race of aves lesson us to define shades
return to earth after fly, being blind
but still doubtful whether since birth.
human race does after rise

















48 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 49

Perhaps Steals ? How Can It Be ?


How clouds fly
How could she
without wings,
hug me
without being
How night sleeps
in my arms?
without eyes?

How could she Compel me to
kiss me think without mind,
without burning
my lips? Compel me to

feel without senses;
How could she
whisper How a heart
without speaking cries without tears?
in my ears?
How a soul

How could she yearns without love?
warm my body
Undoubtedly possible,
without sleeping
unreasonably true;
beside?

How could she
freeze my body
without making
me dead?

Perhaps she
steals my
everything
in my dreams.





50 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 51

Perhaps Steals ? How Can It Be ?


How clouds fly
How could she
without wings,
hug me
without being
How night sleeps
in my arms?
without eyes?

How could she Compel me to
kiss me think without mind,
without burning
my lips? Compel me to

feel without senses;
How could she
whisper How a heart
without speaking cries without tears?
in my ears?
How a soul

How could she yearns without love?
warm my body
Undoubtedly possible,
without sleeping
unreasonably true;
beside?

How could she
freeze my body
without making
me dead?

Perhaps she
steals my
everything
in my dreams.





50 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 51

I saw God ! One Soul One Life


Delighted to see
God playing His None of us had ever thought
fingers in my hair; we will live with one soul,
though have different hearts;
Blessed me
with His hand, No doubt they work differently
but still have one fluid of love,
upon my head;
that works to keep us alive;
All of sudden
Our feelings may differ,
I wake up,
our thoughts may clash,
rub my eyes,
but never the love we do,
Find my Mother Ours senses, though hail
sitting beside me
from different bodies,
in place of God. but still work in common feel;


A world of our own we lead,
a heaven of love we make,
without bothering our ill-wills;


We are growing and maturing,
to reinforce our family affairs,
and strengthen with love and trust;


Ours bonding needs no adhesive,
our strength needs no knots,
since we are untied virtually.












52 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 53

I saw God ! One Soul One Life


Delighted to see
God playing His None of us had ever thought
fingers in my hair; we will live with one soul,
though have different hearts;
Blessed me
with His hand, No doubt they work differently
but still have one fluid of love,
upon my head;
that works to keep us alive;
All of sudden
Our feelings may differ,
I wake up,
our thoughts may clash,
rub my eyes,
but never the love we do,
Find my Mother Ours senses, though hail
sitting beside me
from different bodies,
in place of God. but still work in common feel;


A world of our own we lead,
a heaven of love we make,
without bothering our ill-wills;


We are growing and maturing,
to reinforce our family affairs,
and strengthen with love and trust;


Ours bonding needs no adhesive,
our strength needs no knots,
since we are untied virtually.












52 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 53

Before I die That is you


When your The beams of my life
soft and sweet are dark and dull
voice runs through wherein,
my ears to reach nothing is visible,
my heart
in a melody; nothing is hopeful;
nothing is desirable
They produce except darkness
echoing sound of the darkest hell,
of love,
of passion, That makes my life
in my mind, more miserable,
in my heart;
more sorrowful,
more pitiable,
They make me
mentally calm, All of sudden, I see
physically slept
in half opened eyes a white pearl,
waiting your arrival rolling down to my heart
before I sleep forever. that blooms;

like a silver bud,
sparkles
like a white lily,
that is 'you' my love


whom I miss
more than my hope,
more than my wish,
more than my death.








54 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 55

Before I die That is you


When your The beams of my life
soft and sweet are dark and dull
voice runs through wherein,
my ears to reach nothing is visible,
my heart
in a melody; nothing is hopeful;
nothing is desirable
They produce except darkness
echoing sound of the darkest hell,
of love,
of passion, That makes my life
in my mind, more miserable,
in my heart;
more sorrowful,
more pitiable,
They make me
mentally calm, All of sudden, I see
physically slept
in half opened eyes a white pearl,
waiting your arrival rolling down to my heart
before I sleep forever. that blooms;

like a silver bud,
sparkles
like a white lily,
that is 'you' my love


whom I miss
more than my hope,
more than my wish,
more than my death.








54 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 55

Disappointment Cropping Love


I am disappointment Seeding of love
born on But I hate can't be taken for
un-met desires, determined, strong and harvesting of love;
un-filled goals, untiring human beings,
unsatisfactory output; since they spoil It is a crop
my origin, my birth. of intense caring
My existence origins. with which it grows,
when I am
expecting a lot, A subject of
when I am behavior,
hoping much;
dealing in sacrifice,
I am ever
surrounded by An extract of
sparing,
displeasure,
disheartens and that runs in our blood,
sadness;
An invisible value
People with of sacrifice
determination, that works silently,
strong will, may
dilute my occurrence, A promise
soften my behavior of trust, of faith
prevails there ever.
I happily visit
lethargic, weak and
idle characters,
those being my
best friends;











56 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 57

Disappointment Cropping Love


I am disappointment Seeding of love
born on But I hate can't be taken for
un-met desires, determined, strong and harvesting of love;
un-filled goals, untiring human beings,
unsatisfactory output; since they spoil It is a crop
my origin, my birth. of intense caring
My existence origins. with which it grows,
when I am
expecting a lot, A subject of
when I am behavior,
hoping much;
dealing in sacrifice,
I am ever
surrounded by An extract of
sparing,
displeasure,
disheartens and that runs in our blood,
sadness;
An invisible value
People with of sacrifice
determination, that works silently,
strong will, may
dilute my occurrence, A promise
soften my behavior of trust, of faith
prevails there ever.
I happily visit
lethargic, weak and
idle characters,
those being my
best friends;











56 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 57

Won Her Heart Drumming Hearts


My inspirational love Her staring eyes
makes me rendered with make me brave enough
what I feel, I get, to hold her
so she is there in my arms. in my arms tightly
to pull her
My loving spirit against my chest warmly,
makes me blessed with to hug her firmly,
what I dream, I find, leaving no air between us,
so she is relaxing in my coat.
Just feel the hot
My divine love blows of our breath,
makes me empowered with just hear the drumming
what I want; I will win, sound of our hearts,
Nothing seen all around,
so I could win her heart.
except dead silence,
seems as if our
My dreaming beauty
life ship sinking steadily,
makes me compatible with
what I propose, gets accepted
We sustain strokes
so I could share a romantic kiss.
of agony, of despair;
struggling to save
My loving soul
our love, our lives,
makes me enriched with
I allow my pen to make rescue,
what I wish, gets fulfilled,
to guard our lives
so she waits for my next birth. in the midst of whirling sea
before my pen sinks too.














58 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 59

Won Her Heart Drumming Hearts


My inspirational love Her staring eyes
makes me rendered with make me brave enough
what I feel, I get, to hold her
so she is there in my arms. in my arms tightly
to pull her
My loving spirit against my chest warmly,
makes me blessed with to hug her firmly,
what I dream, I find, leaving no air between us,
so she is relaxing in my coat.
Just feel the hot
My divine love blows of our breath,
makes me empowered with just hear the drumming
what I want; I will win, sound of our hearts,
Nothing seen all around,
so I could win her heart.
except dead silence,
seems as if our
My dreaming beauty
life ship sinking steadily,
makes me compatible with
what I propose, gets accepted
We sustain strokes
so I could share a romantic kiss.
of agony, of despair;
struggling to save
My loving soul
our love, our lives,
makes me enriched with
I allow my pen to make rescue,
what I wish, gets fulfilled,
to guard our lives
so she waits for my next birth. in the midst of whirling sea
before my pen sinks too.














58 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 59

Without Love


In absence of her love, Love,
a feeling
a heart behind my ribs
to perceive;
makes me feel as if
it beats behind bars;
Love,
a word
Without her love,
to describe;
a soul dwelling in my heart
feels compressed, Love,
like a volcano in my thoughts; a love
to love;
In absence of her love,
a man behaving in my body Love,
feels feeble, a life
like a sloth in the dark; to relish;

Without her love, Love,
a passion rocking in my mind a pain
to sustain;
feels scattered
like paper in shredding box;
Love,
a sacrifice
In absence of her love,
to make;
a life, I am leading
seems to be useless Love,
like a dead in coffin box.
a trust
to maintain;


Love,
a tuning
to perfect;


Love,
an understanding


60 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 61

Without Love


In absence of her love, Love,
a feeling
a heart behind my ribs
to perceive;
makes me feel as if
it beats behind bars;
Love,
a word
Without her love,
to describe;
a soul dwelling in my heart
feels compressed, Love,
like a volcano in my thoughts; a love
to love;
In absence of her love,
a man behaving in my body Love,
feels feeble, a life
like a sloth in the dark; to relish;

Without her love, Love,
a passion rocking in my mind a pain
to sustain;
feels scattered
like paper in shredding box;
Love,
a sacrifice
In absence of her love,
to make;
a life, I am leading
seems to be useless Love,
like a dead in coffin box.
a trust
to maintain;


Love,
a tuning
to perfect;


Love,
an understanding


60 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 61

Without A Purpose Brave Enough To ?


Everything, every creature, My pains,
every subject or object, my own assets,
on this earth comes never transferable,
without a motive, nor negotiable;
without a purpose;
Sustain ever alone,
It is we, who make them no one shares,
purposeful, needful, no one dares
and useful
according to our necessity, to invite even;
according to our creativity;
Sometimes feel
For what was I born? as if it were my friend
no body knows except parents remains ever with,
who had a motive to without letting others know;
produce a child with a purpose
to come on this earth; When I cry, it does never
but if I sleep, it cries,
Every little thing born or without informing,
originated on earth is used for without timings;
a cause, a purpose and a motive;
A staircase was a simple log Never been stolen,
before its formation; nor even lost,

till shelters in my body
We made it purposeful and in my heart;
for our needs,
but if we had not made its Being from human race,
rise and run steps,
it would have been useless; I inherit a strongest will,
that can mow pain down
Hence, before it kills me.
everything has
its own characteristics
its own importance,
if it is made purposeful.
62 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 63

Without A Purpose Brave Enough To ?


Everything, every creature, My pains,
every subject or object, my own assets,
on this earth comes never transferable,
without a motive, nor negotiable;
without a purpose;
Sustain ever alone,
It is we, who make them no one shares,
purposeful, needful, no one dares
and useful
according to our necessity, to invite even;
according to our creativity;
Sometimes feel
For what was I born? as if it were my friend
no body knows except parents remains ever with,
who had a motive to without letting others know;
produce a child with a purpose
to come on this earth; When I cry, it does never
but if I sleep, it cries,
Every little thing born or without informing,
originated on earth is used for without timings;
a cause, a purpose and a motive;
A staircase was a simple log Never been stolen,
before its formation; nor even lost,

till shelters in my body
We made it purposeful and in my heart;
for our needs,
but if we had not made its Being from human race,
rise and run steps,
it would have been useless; I inherit a strongest will,
that can mow pain down
Hence, before it kills me.
everything has
its own characteristics
its own importance,
if it is made purposeful.
62 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 63

Supports Me How to be ?


She enjoys being What is required
in my thoughts, to impress a friend,
like a spirit I am not aware of;
behind my words;
What is needed
She loves to be to influence a mate
in my dreams, I am not known to;
like an instinct
what is to be done
in my passion;
to develop intimacy,
She prefers to be I am not perfect to be;
in my feel,
like an inspiration But I am familiar
with my glaring smile
sparks in my mind;
that attracts passerby;
She manages to be I am blessed with
in my blood,
naughty eyes
like a life
those lure everybody;
fits me to lead;
I am gifted with
She desires to be
a beautiful heart,
my habit,
that loves one and all.
like a routine
I follow unaltered;


She wants to be
my luck,
like a fate
I trust undoubtedly ;


She wishes to be
my strength,
like a power


64 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 65

Supports Me How to be ?


She enjoys being What is required
in my thoughts, to impress a friend,
like a spirit I am not aware of;
behind my words;
What is needed
She loves to be to influence a mate
in my dreams, I am not known to;
like an instinct
what is to be done
in my passion;
to develop intimacy,
She prefers to be I am not perfect to be;
in my feel,
like an inspiration But I am familiar
with my glaring smile
sparks in my mind;
that attracts passerby;
She manages to be I am blessed with
in my blood,
naughty eyes
like a life
those lure everybody;
fits me to lead;
I am gifted with
She desires to be
a beautiful heart,
my habit,
that loves one and all.
like a routine
I follow unaltered;


She wants to be
my luck,
like a fate
I trust undoubtedly ;


She wishes to be
my strength,
like a power


64 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 65

Ultimately Captures Breathing for Her


my pen My words
walks through feel depressed
the world of her when her eyes speak
feelings, the language of tears
the horizon of her in my composition.
dreams, I can see aqua drops
wherein it finds spread over my write up,
blossoms of light; I feel as if my words
those wet their eyes too
sparkle over her face I stop writing,
to spread glow, dare not move,
glitter over her lips dare not make
to produce fire, her cry anymore.
twinkle over bosoms If she keeps weeping,
to make her sensual, I am afraid; her tears may
but it had to escape drown my heart,
itself from the that breathes for her.
fire of her lips,
heat of her body,
Ultimately
it could capture
her beauty in a poem
that comes to an end now.

















66 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 67

Ultimately Captures Breathing for Her


my pen My words
walks through feel depressed
the world of her when her eyes speak
feelings, the language of tears
the horizon of her in my composition.
dreams, I can see aqua drops
wherein it finds spread over my write up,
blossoms of light; I feel as if my words
those wet their eyes too
sparkle over her face I stop writing,
to spread glow, dare not move,
glitter over her lips dare not make
to produce fire, her cry anymore.
twinkle over bosoms If she keeps weeping,
to make her sensual, I am afraid; her tears may
but it had to escape drown my heart,
itself from the that breathes for her.
fire of her lips,
heat of her body,
Ultimately
it could capture
her beauty in a poem
that comes to an end now.

















66 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 67

Fascinating Beauty Keep Visiting


Her eyes Your existence
fascinate me in my feelings,
from far off in my thoughts,
without their twinkling; can be sensed when you
visit in my dreams;
Her eyes
make me mad The impression of
when they speak
without making a blush; your uneven body,
your beautiful bosoms
Her sparkling smile gets embossed over the walls
makes me smile too of my heart;
when her lips play
without speaking anything; Sometimes,
blood flowing
Her cheeks feels this impression,
make me bold enough a blockage in my heart;
when they react
without expecting any lust; What to say of Life,
you ponder me in my dreams even,
Her long hair I am not to blame,
moonlight her face I am not to claim,
when offs them from face but wish you to keep visiting
without waiting the moon;
the way you like.

Her matchless beauty
makes me a poet in love,
who writes in heart only
without using his pen.










68 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 69

Fascinating Beauty Keep Visiting


Her eyes Your existence
fascinate me in my feelings,
from far off in my thoughts,
without their twinkling; can be sensed when you
visit in my dreams;
Her eyes
make me mad The impression of
when they speak
without making a blush; your uneven body,
your beautiful bosoms
Her sparkling smile gets embossed over the walls
makes me smile too of my heart;
when her lips play
without speaking anything; Sometimes,
blood flowing
Her cheeks feels this impression,
make me bold enough a blockage in my heart;
when they react
without expecting any lust; What to say of Life,
you ponder me in my dreams even,
Her long hair I am not to blame,
moonlight her face I am not to claim,
when offs them from face but wish you to keep visiting
without waiting the moon;
the way you like.

Her matchless beauty
makes me a poet in love,
who writes in heart only
without using his pen.










68 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 69

In my Poems I Can't Understand


Since she left me alone, I get excited
feel her breathing when you visit me,
in my thoughts, Relax in my heart,
See her swinging in Sigh in my arms;
in my words,
find her relaxing Sometimes,
in my poems; I feel as if you

were writing something
My heart works in my heart;
on her being
in my blood,
on her appearing But I can't understand
in my eyes, what you write,
on her whispering what you say?
in my feelings; What you need?

She visits me Perhaps will have to learn
Just to make me sleep the language of love,
in her arms, the language of heart,
Kiss my droughty lips the language of soul;
to quench my thirst,
sleeps beside me So that I may
to strengthen my heart; Read your emotions,
Feel your needs,
I feel feeble without understand your sentiments;
her being in my life.
I wish, I go with her And may respond
wherever she resides
or come from; to your desires,
to your needs,
After the thought to your wishes.
she never turned up,
perhaps she likes
to love me


70 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 71

In my Poems I Can't Understand


Since she left me alone, I get excited
feel her breathing when you visit me,
in my thoughts, Relax in my heart,
See her swinging in Sigh in my arms;
in my words,
find her relaxing Sometimes,
in my poems; I feel as if you

were writing something
My heart works in my heart;
on her being
in my blood,
on her appearing But I can't understand
in my eyes, what you write,
on her whispering what you say?
in my feelings; What you need?

She visits me Perhaps will have to learn
Just to make me sleep the language of love,
in her arms, the language of heart,
Kiss my droughty lips the language of soul;
to quench my thirst,
sleeps beside me So that I may
to strengthen my heart; Read your emotions,
Feel your needs,
I feel feeble without understand your sentiments;
her being in my life.
I wish, I go with her And may respond
wherever she resides
or come from; to your desires,
to your needs,
After the thought to your wishes.
she never turned up,
perhaps she likes
to love me


70 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 71

Never Ending IF I Could Sleep


Her fascinating beauty In the deepest dark
makes me brave of my own world,
to dive into fathoms she makes me rest
of a love ocean beside her;
to plumb its endless depths
before I could Feels me by the
reach her heart; warmth of my breath,
her hands touch
Meet her soul,
my face;
to summarize
the tale of my feelings. Her fingers work
to express upon my lips in dark,
the need of my heart as if a child
without which finding its belongings;
I won't survive any longer;
playing and moving
Looking into to touch my cheeks,
my endless efforts, to touch my nose,
my madness, to touch my eyes;
she simply smiled,
stood up, hugged me tight Pulls my head to rest
upon her bosom,
before I could
wherein I feel the rise
compose this poem.
of her uneven flesh;

her hand starts moving
in my hair, behind my ear
to make me sleep in her
beautiful arms;


I wish, if it could be
my Long and last,
never ending sleep
of my exhausted life !
72 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 73

Never Ending IF I Could Sleep


Her fascinating beauty In the deepest dark
makes me brave of my own world,
to dive into fathoms she makes me rest
of a love ocean beside her;
to plumb its endless depths
before I could Feels me by the
reach her heart; warmth of my breath,
her hands touch
Meet her soul,
my face;
to summarize
the tale of my feelings. Her fingers work
to express upon my lips in dark,
the need of my heart as if a child
without which finding its belongings;
I won't survive any longer;
playing and moving
Looking into to touch my cheeks,
my endless efforts, to touch my nose,
my madness, to touch my eyes;
she simply smiled,
stood up, hugged me tight Pulls my head to rest
upon her bosom,
before I could
wherein I feel the rise
compose this poem.
of her uneven flesh;

her hand starts moving
in my hair, behind my ear
to make me sleep in her
beautiful arms;


I wish, if it could be
my Long and last,
never ending sleep
of my exhausted life !
72 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 73

How can I? Utmost Trust


I can feel Love,
intensity of my love a blessing of God,
in her eyes, a union of souls,
wherein I find Never weeps itself,
An ocean of nor it demands cry,
lusting love, It is we, who
Swinging waves hurt it

of glory, harm it,
Soothing fragrance distress it
all around; by breaking its
But still she feels utmost trust,
thirsty, virtue of faith,
Unable to meet unshaken belief,
her thirst Resulting into
though ocean being a crack in the bridge
with her, of understanding,
I can notice tears a collapse
rolling down her of love tracks,
cheeks, that remain
understand state of her unfilled, unrepaired
melancholy, and un-made there after.
Sense as if ocean
relishing her tears,
Unable to ease her,
for that I need
to change the soul
my composition,











74 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 75

How can I? Utmost Trust


I can feel Love,
intensity of my love a blessing of God,
in her eyes, a union of souls,
wherein I find Never weeps itself,
An ocean of nor it demands cry,
lusting love, It is we, who
Swinging waves hurt it

of glory, harm it,
Soothing fragrance distress it
all around; by breaking its
But still she feels utmost trust,
thirsty, virtue of faith,
Unable to meet unshaken belief,
her thirst Resulting into
though ocean being a crack in the bridge
with her, of understanding,
I can notice tears a collapse
rolling down her of love tracks,
cheeks, that remain
understand state of her unfilled, unrepaired
melancholy, and un-made there after.
Sense as if ocean
relishing her tears,
Unable to ease her,
for that I need
to change the soul
my composition,











74 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 75

Prefer To ? How She Does ?


My blood Unable to understand,
seems boiling; the ways she loves;
Unable to feel,
My heart feels the intensity of her love;
squeezing;
When I hug her,
My face sustains she closes her eyes;
sweating; When I look into her eyes,
she hugs me tight;
My breath starts
shortening; When I whisper in her ear
she blushes with a smile;
As if it were when I respond to her blush,
my heart failure; hides her face behind her hands;

As if it were When I get to sleep,
my life's end; she kisses me madly;
when again I hold her,
Later I could feel,
she repeats her traits.
I am in love with someone;

Is it a love or
summons to death?

If it were symptoms
of luring love;

I would prefer
to die happily;


Than to bear strokes
time and again.



76 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 77

Prefer To ? How She Does ?


My blood Unable to understand,
seems boiling; the ways she loves;
Unable to feel,
My heart feels the intensity of her love;
squeezing;
When I hug her,
My face sustains she closes her eyes;
sweating; When I look into her eyes,
she hugs me tight;
My breath starts
shortening; When I whisper in her ear
she blushes with a smile;
As if it were when I respond to her blush,
my heart failure; hides her face behind her hands;

As if it were When I get to sleep,
my life's end; she kisses me madly;
when again I hold her,
Later I could feel,
she repeats her traits.
I am in love with someone;

Is it a love or
summons to death?

If it were symptoms
of luring love;

I would prefer
to die happily;


Than to bear strokes
time and again.



76 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi Lure, Love, Life 77

To freeze


My poems originate in
the land of my mind,
in the soil of my soul,
only when my
inspirational beauty,
my loving maiden,
seeds the words of love,
of lure and of lust;


That erupts the
volcano of feelings,
and scatters the lava
of thoughts in my mind,
that comes out to burn
everything in me;

But before it could happen,
I look into her eyes
to cool the situation,
kiss her lips to run
the watery sprinklers
producing rain in torrent;

I hug her tightly to
suppress the heat of
her body, her mind
to freeze the volcano,
to finish my composition.









78 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi

To freeze


My poems originate in
the land of my mind,
in the soil of my soul,
only when my
inspirational beauty,
my loving maiden,
seeds the words of love,
of lure and of lust;


That erupts the
volcano of feelings,
and scatters the lava
of thoughts in my mind,
that comes out to burn
everything in me;

But before it could happen,
I look into her eyes
to cool the situation,
kiss her lips to run
the watery sprinklers
producing rain in torrent;

I hug her tightly to
suppress the heat of
her body, her mind
to freeze the volcano,
to finish my composition.









78 K.C. Sethi, Sunita Sethi