Swathed in the warmth of your skin in awe of deep amorous breaths, slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats provoking gentle ripples in me. Without a hope for redemption under the ardent urgency surrendered and taken away to the prisons of your venereal mockings to be arrested under your love-spell! Advertisements
Genesis began a void an empty black-hole on whose fringes blinding yellowness dwells. Something a miss in the center! What, I shall never know? A fissure somewhere in the embellish wall in-front. Always one brick less in the cemented wall of our existence…
Standing in the land of the great Apaches Midst blooming wild poppies and the mammoth elephant grasses, thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had. May be the days of chivalric Camelot are over, as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair; vicious winds from the North gushed echoing footsteps of a massive feet …
A glance is enough for the heart to beat to transform naivety into shrewdness of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds never chirp on the skeletal …
When I was young, I believed in emerald elves & golden goblins, they lived in tranquilly behind the tall elephant grasses, a glee takes over my face when I see vision of the whispering cloud A raven grim hovering around murmuring secrets of azure skies I can overhear the gentle cries of sullen crickets in …
A migrant, I’ve no tales of herculean tragedy to my name, you see not every trip is planned nor every destination fixed, it was a chance I stumbled upon few roads knowing one day I’ll go back, I walked hesitatingly meeting few along ,aware that home is a person we go back to, my golden abode …
Oh ! destiny I’ve been hit hard by waves of rejection A grain of sand I know my worth, I’ve been shown seashore too many times… Oh! Destiny tell me it is not a Sisyphean fate! What I sought I never got! The mighty Gods conspired cornered me to the coast, I cried pellucid tears deliquesced …
Gentle translucent dew drops brought along murky clouds on grey chariots of northern winds taking me in their mighty clutches tossing, spinning me to the dimensions of the other world, as rays of amber Sun descended on the eclipsed horizons, the mighty chariots of Northern winds froze in eternity and I once again came back …
Having feasted past-midnight, PersianLaila got up lazily at the stroke of twelve. Wearing her sparkling tiara, she rose with a numbing headache resultant of a hangover, Caused by the left-over French champagne that she drank greedily from the China glass of her Benevolent master. Her master’s darling she occupied a special place in his cozy lap …
I grew up beyond the grey walls…. Walls that changed hues under varied spells, mama would strictly keep me inside. The thick silver parapets adorned tiny holes, black ashen specks from where I marveled at the cruel oddity of the world. A faded sepia of Papa hung at a crooked angle-tilted towards outside,shadowing other …