Madam Neverhurry’s Mysterious Malady

Madame Neverhurry cousin of  Gustav Flaubert’s Mrs Bovary,awoke at past 12 Suffering from a malady Known as melancholy, Casts her glance on the Day’s chore, bored puts The blinds back on, deciding To have some high tea, Summons, mischievous elves On fire wings impatient Yells “to get lost and bring Forth aromatic mint tea with Hazel nuts three …

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No Land For Women

Yes my right boob is bigger than the left and there is something going between my thighs You see Mr. I breath from there… But then don’t you breath from hole too?   I’ve been scared walking on the ancient silk routes, always  covered in dark veil stalked by the hawk eyes, conscious of my timid …

Transformation

I’ve lived multiple lives, surviving to live as a man,   Million little moments sabotaged to feel as grandiose as a man.   Countless nights sacrificing  cotton fluff like yearnings to please what became of  that man.    Marring those ardent desires in whose rustic Earthen wombs  human hope  is conceived.    Patiently waiting, ogling …

Swaying To Notes of Thousand

Swaying to the  notes of thousand  bagpipers… dropping all shames twirling round round, like darvesh in  wild wild forest. Whatever happens  will happen! It’s all god’s will why interfere why despair? Some days are bad like today, I am rollin rollin going spiral down  free falling.. Thought to bounce swaying just pounce dropping shames… Whatever …

Behold darling & just look at my face

Behold darling and just look at my face, do I need more ruby on the lips? or need to walk alluring with sweeping hips? Maybe I should too get bulbous bones fixed! But love my darling is not a spectacle No! Love is no rosy cheeks or her dimpled face. Poets of past who sighed …

Not Every Floret Is A Rose

To tell you the truth my humble folks No one ever sang melodies nor I evoke sighs of love, nor were woven any aching hymns, no blind poet was ever penning,   ballads of mine love, while young lovers were busy making love under thick covers I was simply trying to stand my ground Only …

Sinful Dips

I took sinful dips in vast seas of love embracing you tightly, with a terror of drowning in the deep waters of desires, wines from your lips did wonders for I went and came back from the hell fires, back and forth taking sinful dips in the waters of love.   Shedding all vestiges of …

Neat Satin Silhouettes

Neat satin silhouettes narrates a mundane tale of tireless nights filled with loops and knits Days make sense doing dirty chores frantic zig-zag of mood swings Mischievous curves embraces salty sweat carnal desires rebuked suffered a psychosis Psychedelic talks in realms of fantasy burden of one ruby ceases any chance Refuged in verses of random erotica …

Your Absence

My heart aches as It bleeds drops of crimson desires while longing ,a decayed sepia picture is preserved in the cris-cross chambers echoing a comfort of your lack, a cold warmth in your stillness, neat bed-sheets  narrate a tale of extinguished fire,of broken vows , no ” I love you’‘ or ever “miss you’ may be it …

No Desire Is Mightier

I know not… Was it a dream or a drowsy opiate slumber? As I stood on a tortured sea-shore and cast my eye on the swollen waves passionately  kissing my naked feet making love to me with a brutish force taking me in its azure vinyl embrace slowly grasping my flaming flesh with a fiery …