Nostalgia

Am I nostalgic?  For the sinful youthful gone by, the momentary bubbles of champagne  burs-ted vanished into thin airs. Am I nostalgic?  Of the elusive lovers lost in the abysses of spiral times. Am I nostalgic?  Of the silent tears and melancholia heart of my youth! Am I nostalgic? Of my fleeting vanity  and the …

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Love-Spell

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!    

Something A Miss

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…

The Day We Became A History

The day we become a history, the sepia air dampened the lush green memories,the hollow houses stood empty while the gleeful  ghosts of the past occupied shallow graves, that lazy brook saw it all with her tearful eyes, the azure skies didn’t budge from their stands while the ancient trees remained testimonials  of the day we become a history.

Fear

Fear is love it lingers… chases and  breaks, melting away in veins morphing into pulsating  heart-beats, strangulating in narrow lungs Fear is love!

The Great Land

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

  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 …

Life Happens

We begin grand, lofty  curved, meshed up chords  entangled at the centers,  lefts and rights, inflated at  the very core  with crimson bloods raging and ranting in those youthful bulbous veins but then Boom! One  more sonic Boom! A Bang! Life happens…. I am no enlightened soul I am nobody, just address me somebody , but …

Madam Giselle’s Tragedy

“Makeupum Divina lipstickum  Hail Oh, scentum , perfumee lios Goddess Stilettum que sara sara”   Madam Giselle woke up to one glorious afternoon, and damn those long-long lashes stretching little over than the river Nile. Sparkling stilettos towering  way above the heights of the leaning Towers of Pisa! … Having Insight 24 inches waist Madam stretched her …

Nineties Music

Twerking to lyres of profane pop, sliding steps, bouncy hips, oozing boobs thumping beats shaken to that 90’s pace, grooving, swaying to heart’s  desire, twirling neon yellows,oranges nasal notes, forget jazz ,vintage melodies or Chateau Petrus,  dive in cheap shots. today night lets struck those 90’s chords..