The music danced over the surface of her snow coloured skin. Her eyes, as of a wolf who stares into the horizon with curiosity upon a prey faraway from the devouring canines. Such thought that humbles a wolf and makes it look innocent. Those eyes blinking over lips, pink as smudges of twilight that embrace the falling sun, force you to believe in one longing sight that falls on such beauty. A sight that makes you trade your very existence for it.
I have not lived in reveries since you left, yet there have been instances when I think of the time when your presence danced around me. I could have felt you for life if you would have been a bit more manly when we parted. Let me tell you that this letter is not to remind me of a desolated state that you left me in, neither does it entreat you to come back to me. These things don’t mean much to me now. Continue reading A letter!
Lovin you in your love
Fallin over my weary shoes
Watched suns kissin moons have I Continue reading Love for you!
I have met women and seen them in wondrous joys and bursts of romance, some in the veils of shyness covered by a thick line of dust. I have met men who deserve to be called men with their fine composure of manliness, yet I have seen few weeping like a nursed child.I gave myself in to all and they were scared. They are all scared. We are all scared.
There’s a woman who breaks herself free from the bounds of society but cannot break free from the bounds of her heart even if she transforms her body. Continue reading Thought
Sing me words of silence
You behold in your bosom
Why live and try?
Let us die the moment
That passes by Continue reading The Sinful Entrée
‘I feel suffocated.’
‘Time, I suppose.’
‘How can you be suffocated by some medium. I mean time is a medium.’
‘Yes! And it’s not on my side. Not right now.’ Continue reading A Dialogue Within
‘Why do you suit yourself with such filth? You know that such women have God’s curse upon them’, he was asked.
‘If God has put her in this state and he bothers to curse her and not the lustful clients, then, she must be special. I find God in her!’ he replied.
‘I have always loved you’ he told her while tearing off the papers, ‘and now being the mother of my baby you should relax.’
She bent down, smiling, to clean up the torn papers, happy about the much awaited pregnancy, illiterate to read ‘divorce’ on them.
Where is it that you sniff on the boots of defeat like a hound of a hopeless clan. Dust fills his nostrils and blood falls like a red curtain, on the stage of all this drama, in his eyes. Have you seen a hound with blood in his eyes? Have you seen him shaking his head like a vehement serpent when dust fills up his snout and he growls it out on the same boots that were the mere source of dust. He eyes them now with same bloody anger that defeat brings after bringing you on your knees. Continue reading Dogs