Tag Archives: Dream

Child Labour

Ring ring the poor girl dies

Surprise me if an onlooker tries

Death as if the lil one fell asleep

Right where her broom used to sweep

Would someone embrace her now

In life not but in her last vow

So little but wanted to see it clean

Yet the stains on her clothes go unseen

Don’t be mistaken by the innocence

In her sleep, death, might you sense

Ring ring the poor girl dies

Surprise me if an onlooker tries

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Beach wolf

When the sun peeks

Our embrace it seeks

Smiling in the horizon

Watching our lil heaven

Dancing on waves shall we

make the sun now see

Before comes the moon

wolves shall love soon

Till the sunset be calm

Night would do us no harm

Then shall we go wild

Walking over each tide

When moonlight shall caress

Our bodies loving in embrace

A Mere Smile

What knowledge would teach
about this swelling beauty
that makes a gaze pure
over lips cascading slow
A mere smile, a lover’s paradise
Nothing exists beyond or before
a dying oldman’s ‘cherish’
Swiging along the swinging chair
A mere smile, a lover’s paradise
Not age nor prudence
and all books in the study,
with sweet tales of ecstacy
could meet the horizons of
A mere smile, a lover’s paradise
Hushed serenity that jolts,
running inside, coupling
joy with dancing happiness,
an achievement a trophy,
A mere smile, a lover’s paradise

A Quick Note!

Music danced over snow coloured skin of her cheeks. Those eyes, as of a wolf, staring into the horizon upon a prey faraway from her devouring canines. Such thoughts humble a wolf and then follows a look of innocence. Eyes blinking over lips, pink as smudges of twilight embracing the falling sun, forcing you to believe in one longing sight. A sight that makes you trade your very existence for it.

A Good Boy!

He saw her somewhere across the street. Her presence took Sarim over with a deep sensation; but before this sensation, he felt a void, a moment when you stop feeling the world around you; where you stop feeling whether you are alive or life is just an illusion. After that feeling comes a feeling of euphoric orgasm, which, no words on paper have ever succeeded to explain. It was her face, smiling, laughing and forming the perfect countenance among the dark brown of her hair with traces of golden streaks. He could see it, the face, across the street, through the mist gathering on the windshield of his car. Continue reading A Good Boy!