Signaling me you tiptoed, towards the room, spinning with curtains, smoky eyes, perfect smile, a rough night for certain, I crawled behind you, making my way through your fallen clothes, smudged lipstick, unhooked lingerie, a definite overdose, Night lamp broke in ruins, glass – all across the floor, milk over-boiled, unlocked remained the front door,…
Month: November 2014
Scorpio, The Survivor
There may not be a remedy, Or an escape off enigma, You make ponytails of deceptions – Hope undresses; The melody gets me, Somewhat reddish, And I’m melting, Like a plastic puma; The fallacy of your kisses Does not ricochet, Or leaves loopholes, On blinding wall; The intensity this emotive, Tresses my soul with fetish,…
THE BEST LOVE LETTER
While my eyes Are trekking, through The ‘warm’ snow of emotions, Those fell out for me, From the holes of your heart, And my fingers are tracing, The embroidery of your heart’s Unspoken language, That lies between the white spaces, ..After the periods, And in blur tear spots; I’m thinking about, The best kind of…
HOTEL HEARTBREAK
Hid under the paper-thin sheets, I meet with forewarnings, and little courage to cheat, “This perturbation is unnecessarily piling up,” Few more trials, then I’ll shove it In deep-deep sleep, “No, it can’t happen, Not with me;” There is an exit from the back-door, That leads straight To the driveway to misery, To hell with…
INFIDELITY
Prior to, million untamed grit particles Accelerate, Their spirits succumb, Into the halo of void, Like some invisible bijou black-hole, Sucks them up, Toward other side of hourglass, …And my body lay dead cold. I am inside her, Deeply rooted, (And her stone-cold fingers Are slowly goring in my body Like a bloodsucking leech), Frozen…
TURN AROUND
My hands, One upon other, Rest on my chest, With you inside and beside me; We warm the sheets but not hearts, The love between us is dying. Our fingers Will eat each other, This new phobia we discovered; We lay beside but poles apart; Love dies when we stop trying. Take a turn around,…
blatant
then thou emerge, perturbing the tranquil mist, an animal thyself, more like a swine on horse. thy face, an operatic pamphlet, and the pitch so baritone. filthy living leather, fidget within thy mouth, dribble the liquid, spread the stench. thou, a blackguard slit with axe, even the poor adherent who, can’t help but cleave smelling…