Snail Trail

 

10 x 13.5 inches; Pen and ink over graphite pencil on tinted drawing paper (Click on image to enlarge)

I trace the stray strands of coiled hair
Clinging to your forehead,
Damp with perspiration.
My fingertips slick with your saliva
Blends the cool wetness,
Absorbing your attention.
As my fingers travel on your bareness,
A creeper trailing a wall
In search for lubrication,
My parched mouth nibbles your ear,
Sucking out moist moans
From the well of satiation!
My face slips onto your broad shoulder
Held in the cup of your neck,
Inhaling the aroma of passion,
While my tongue licks your caramel skin
Moving south, leaving wet trails
On a map without a destination…
I am a nomad without a planned route,
In the wild landscape of your body
Discovering terrain for exploration.
My tongue lingers on mounds and valleys,
On downy fields and musky clefts,
Heady with a sensual revelation!
When your fingers plough through my hair
With an infectious hot urgency,

I sense ecstasy in dissolution!

Gastropoda eroticum

 

20x30 inches; Pen and ink over graphite pencil on tinted drawing paper (Click on image to enlarge)

A fantastic creature has manifested; from the class of molluscs, scientifically named as Gastropoda which we commonly call slugs and snails, blurring the lines between reality and wishful thinking. Its body resembles a human tongue, without eyes and without mouth and its shell is bulbous with psychedelic patterns. It senses the surrounding through touch and taste; flicking, licking and slobbering its way over contoured surfaces leaving a snail trail in its path. It feeds on arousal and grows on providing pleasure. If annoyed it doesn’t hesitate to sting. Sadly not available in pet stores! Not all creatures exist in reality. They are not meant to either! They exist in the fertile world of our imagination. They are manifested in our dreams. They spirit us away into the realms of myths, folklores, stories and virtual reality! A space which distorts reality to preserve the illusion which is reality. Imagination has no rules, no logic and adheres to no scientific reasoning but without its fertile grounds even science can’t grow.

Propaganda

 

30x20 inches; Pen and ink over graphite pencil on tinted drawing paper (Click on image to enlarge)

I look perfectly charismatic
While my innards are swarming with worms
Festering from corruption and bile,
An immaculate Dorian Gray in the vilest norms!

I can conjure up godly avatars
While orchestrating the most demonic of deeds
Knowing, you shall find me innocent
Disregarding what your faculty of reason heeds!

I will stalk you like a predator
While promising you the world of your dream,
Bending the rules to trap the prey
Leaving you crumbs and stealing all the cream!

I can gradually poison your being
While you thank me for being the saintly messiah!
You will imagine you have free will
As I turn you into slavish mobs taming the pariah!

I will rape and plunder with my power
While you stay drugged with hatred and deceit,
No victim shall receive justice or closure
But in turn will be deemed guilty by moral conceit!

I am quite a scoundrel, I know
While you remain confident of my holy character!
Why else try to control public opinion
If not to lead, unchecked, my fattened lambs to slaughter?