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
The moment when your glance fell on me rivers of lust flew surging so many emotions opening fissures of my soul, but as I stretched my hand to feel the warmth of that glint, it evanesced into a fourth dimension, as I lay sunken in golden bed of desires, each cell in my body bathed …
Stolen glances missing beats those translucent moments, porous breaths evaporated in cheap sooty puffs of gas-station cigarettes, lungs choked of highway psychedelics, motel caffeine to measure vaccant hours of your casual neglect, I measure from puff to puff, smoke to smoke and make most of those empty hours, all while gazing at your sinful lips, marveling the …
In your eyes I found my redemption, yes in your bewitching eyes, not in some astute scriptures or shrines. It was all in one glance that I savored the rare nectar of heavens which angels boasts of. Reclaimed from the rubles of past, resurrected from the debris of bygone life, Immersed in your …
I’ve possessed my bitter sorrows long back, Adorned and wore it as part of my flesh , Pains which gushes as streams of scarlet blood through blue veins, raging as river Nile Like whiffs of cheap psychedelic drugs, I consumed every bit and angle of my grief For a woman doesn’t become a woman until …
A yearning pilgrim, I trudged took heavy steps, to embark on sacred voyage to become a holy rover. Crossed seven-seas beneath herculean skies on thin azure waters of desires in the direction of one promised land. So ancient scriptures recounts on the holy land exist ruins of a buoyant shrine carved out of …
Let us you and I once again meet beneath the vast skies hold hands and take long walks In shadows of blushing trees of fall on embellished carpets of florescent leaves pour out the maladies of the souls Listen in serenity few beats of our hearts narrate to each other the ancient tales …
You embraced my being like the fallen withered leaves of the deceased autumn Shrouded me from the chills and breezes I leapt on to you for the tenders caresses and fiesty cajolings, but then you went away like the autumn winds, abandoning me at a site where once stood an ancient tree the siloutees of whose roots still …
The melodious fluttering leaves twirling, swaying wooing petals of the withered flowers doing belle on the softer orchestras of the hollow winds of majestic autumns. Shy veiled sun, playing hide-seek from behind the dark clouds, like a coy bride with a mischievous gleam, trying to catch arousing glances… A lone bee hovering on …
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 …