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Brothel It was a street of ecstasy walked through by me whispering to others the oldest tales of body and lust every room of mine swinging from green to red as the confessions of sperm counts splashed the stories over
My name is Richa… Does it really matter?! It could’ve been Mala …Seema…Sita..Nirbhaya or even Chabili.. In the end I would’ve been married to a much older man.. or abandoned after impregnating in a forest.. I wash utensils …clean floors..
The vagaries of life had shattered me down, Made me a coercive slave, submitting to dealers’ erotic frown, But I felt those moments with an absconding pain, As you came to, my life of lame. Your night of birth was
Beyond the sex he was sleepwalking in shame hiding his faith ingloriously. A poacher in harem of politics, where you stack the hidden virility for killing the money. A single mate must die making love on screen in the vicinity
I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?
Hello, Can anybody hear me? I’m calling out There is only an echo. Hello, Are you out there? I need to hear Someone answer. Hello. Can you feel it? The dark and loneliness Is surrounding me. Hello. Can you touch
Ghost and my girlfriend: She came closer and closer Just a millimetre away Her lips were from mine And the moment Was greater than fine I wanted to tell her my feelings Especially from last few days To disclose the
Emotional states of a neurosciencE Match another person’s spectruM Personal feeling as soft as snowdroP Associated with individual’s utopiA Teacher and learner both altruisT Home for those homeless, a flourisH Yarn of compassion and sympathY
Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought
Gulls swarm above the lake, clockwise and counter hundreds of miles from the sea, just a step below the unclothed mountain shoulders, they churn swerve near each other like some game, my brother tells me he wouldn’t be surprised if
Chasing the embedded sex of the moon you torched the sun by the stares of dead and turned yourself into a stone of steps. For survival? I knew the gravel, the water therefore cried inside. Navigating in swathes of tristesse
Behold, If no name on earth, How could I exist? I would have been like a bunch of cotton Floating in the air, A cluster of ideas unidentified, A solitary being born and withered, Which matters not to the world
Reading more between the words, my fractured dream, identified by its teeth, begins to bite in pursuit of an unknown fear, the river becoming red, a paranoid delirium sets out a scream under the praised beheading of a jolted lover
A golden bullet will bite the adolescence for the sake of prudence. Inebriated everybody wanted to go in a state of bliss. It was a targeted killing of a dream. Redolent of a prophet who will not answer the call
A year gone by & just a few days since we met Strong feelings and emotions surfaced With a willingness to connect Unsure if your body or your heart wants more You play the game, you chose to ignore Subtlety
O, ye grave digger what do you dig? Grave for a flower of heaven, who dropeth on earth With tears , smiles and gurgle Goeth unscathed , unhurt and untouched. O, ye grave digger what do you dig now? Sepulchre
To love thy neighbor as thyself To be kind and never be tough Do you love thyself? Is the question You are too far Call for correction Love is a feeling this is a case The monetary things cannot replace
Another sleepless night, Just passes by… Another day has come, A day for me to die… Never felt this way before, So hurt and alone… Its all because of you, And the day you’ve been gone…. Breaking dawns tells me,
EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC Suspended in time like Like an Irish fairy in a Whirlwind of colors During the summer Solstice caught in a cosmic Grid lock, iridescent crystals And swords born of fire Wind, earth and sea in The days
Goddess awakening, born of the sea In a burst of golden light a voice Spoken like thunder saying behold The apple of my eye APHRODITE The Goddess of love and beauty… APHRODITE, APHRODITE OH APHRODITE… Bend an ear this way
An image was talking to you in your mind. There were fudged voices of foot soldiers of half-gods. I was scared of synthetic leaves and black stars. It was a most explicit blood dance baring-all, the hiss of cones. You
World and Time, you monkeyed Me into a decrepit and cold-moneyed Ape – How, transmigrated old babe, I grow distantly hard as a nail And thereby hangs the tail-end of my tale: Fate – Hangs me upon a use-by date;
Her mirror lake outspread for miles Blue eye flowers still keep its smiles, Her lotus Lily petals open in full blossom In a sixth sense, she gathers them all By twilight, before the darkness Her boat returns without waiting moon’s
Moon-scented I walk in dark to put me back in place, unwithered, opening the inner casket for a glow. Pleading not guilty after killings in bed, of affectionate kill of lies, a black widow romps around with a flag of
the hoof is on the other neck the herd keeps worrying about thinning itself bulls and bellwethers abound the dogs have been put to sleep careless owners having lost their ownership their bones are scattered across a shallow pan of
The frost of that winter evening was a witness , when the wounds caused by your hair as they moved across my face called me infidel. In the seduction of your sad eyes , my lips which were unconscious in
Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of retribution.