for the memories

Candle-light steamy love in cheesy motel room. Our bodies on each other like moth in Moon. Biting my ears as you hummed me to sleep. Wiping my mouth with underwear in morning.   That was insanely good. We could have those a lot.   Goodnight fight, my fingers inside you. Countless kisses at the places…

Hello

Hopeless I say hello,waiting for a conversation about heavens in this hell below.You look so damn pretty in that dress yellow.“Today is the day”, I’ve been hoping this far too long. Angelic face, satanic smile you’re heartless.Convincing you is like crossing skyscrapers on a rope.Attempts to break so much ice, burns me inside.Today is the…

Online Only

  I’m bored to death, and you won’t stop playing games. This is deadlier than the virus. We talk ten times a day in texts and memes and emojis. This cellphone screen isn’t life.   We should be watching birds, spending nights maybe in a camp mountain-side. Gaze at the stars or chase fireflies. All…

A fantasy land

We live in a world inside a giant cucumber. We love-fight each other so much, even in our slumber. She travels in a pancake-spaceship, hunting my variants. I’m huge and dumb, and helpless, and naked, in a tie. She comes at the speed of light, but in slow motion, (hehe).   She pulls my Rockstar…

Oh nono nono no

  What happened to the pair never letting go off their hands? Kissing as if world’s about to end.   What happened to the pair when they happened to meet, that smile of idiots impossible to beat?   Oh no.   Are all benches in dark empty now which they soaked in their lust? A…

Scarecrow

  This scarecrow I stitched with old patchy sweaters and the trousers of my dead relatives. I kept its mouth open so to stuff it with discarded marbles I made memories playing but now are a great burden upon me.   Each marble I slid through the mouth with great sorrow but in hopes that…

Same old love

Fixated by your existence I use you as a benchmark for anyone new I meet. It’s bit too much obsession I know ‘cause connections always take time to materialize. But I’m a little harsh when it comes to compromises, like a mountain I stand, my hands stretched, in my own path, demanding that I drop…

Love on sale

  Wake up you sleepy-ass. Turn on the geyser; take a steamy shower. Dress-up nicely in linen pants. Skim to the last page of newspaper as morning-coffee-slurp pumps a little life in you. There is an ad in a tiny space which says “Love’s on Sale”.   Rub your eyes a little for sure it’s…

How far away

Cool wind, smelling of eucalyptus and jasmine, blows as I observe in awe the craters on moon again. I am not lunatic; I have fair idea that I am not the only lonely lover doing this. Nor will I be the last. As long as there will be love on this planet, people will often…

On and on and on

  I’m tired when you come home smacking walls, take my hand, run my fingers upon you everywhere, and blossom layer by layer.   Take me with you on a journey to the hidden world inside your heart. Let me feel the widening cracks of your rigid interior, and smilingly cry at our helplessness.  …

Walk your fingers

I am hidden inside my skin. The one that you see laugh and goof is not real me. There are scars upon me, you’ll see only if you determine to see beyond my smooth skin. And the ones those you can’t, either they are far deeper than your reach or you are too ignorant to…

Theory of Soulmates

Sitting in a room lit only by the pale hue of a lamp in a corner, I twirl the glass of double malt whisky on the rocks. Mild clinking of ice-cubes soothes a little my heavy head which keeps on bobbling on its own weight. I look at the illuminating buildings outside my window as…

Deterioration

Funny, how temporal people enjoy their everlasting stay in our hearts, and feast endlessly on our sanity, because the more we dodge thinking about them, the more we think. True that human psyche is loaded with million complications. This one gets far more complicated when we try escaping nostalgia, and yet find ourselves tripping on very thoughts. What if she stayed, what if he missed that plane, would it be a little better? We don’t know, but we romanticize the idea of rosy possibilities.

Nothing but foolishness

Layers and layers of wind ruffle across my face as I smell dry earth through the window of my apartment. It feels like the lovers who come strong, kiss strong and leave briskly before you realize their presence. It all feels same–different layers of wind–but I can tell the difference. Just like you can differentiate…

Perfect

I wake up to the best mornings; your face beams like sunshine. Your kiss is my strong morning coffee, darling, the way you love, it’s intoxicating wine. Your eyes – tranquil turquoise. You giggle like windchimes. Don’t ask if that dress suits you, baby, you’re much more than just fine.   My days feel lighter,…

Dewdrops

You are gentle drops of dew. You water me and make me shoot to touch the blue.

Hopeless good luck

  Our nerves entwined; you pull away to go. You do this, you make me stretch on my toes. These strings are strong till we both invest. So, I moan on your undies lest you lose interest.   Edges of your heart I cannot touch like your hips. Or if you allow me a moment…

Till you love me too

Some day when our paths will cross, things mightn’t be same. I’ll recount the days since we spilt, you’ll try to recall my name. Seeing you chewing on your lip, I’ll hold my breath. There might still be warmth in your heart, but for me no flame. I’ll look away to a boring billboard for…

Dare you give-up

They’ll say you can’t do it. They’ll say it’s not meant for you. They’ll force to decide it for you… your life, your choices, your destiny. They’ll promise it’s best for you. They’ll warn that if you don’t follow, you’ll terribly fall. Which (anyways) you’ll; everyone does. Then they’ll say it’s over, you’re over.  …

Getting there

Arms open my heart would quake for your warmth. Hands would shake for I’ve lost a million beats. You might hesitate to look in my damp eyes, but I’ll be confident, ’cause I’ve learned to lie.   A heart is shaped by both love and thunder. What’s wrong with me you might still wonder. I…