Unborne Seeds

You and I, two broken pieces,

Separated from our vices.

Naked of sane clothings, We embrace

 The other driven by madness.

Producing the flames through our desires

We laid together in a bond sired.

It was a time when hunger craved...

And a thirst, wine barely quenched.

But my love,

The seeds that were sown

Have not yet grown.

In the reminiscence of the time we spent

I feel that they were special moments

Which have now passed the winter

And will be gone forever.

Like the betraying season you would have gone,

When I wake up one mid- summer morn.

Your name will be a history

And a play toy for my memory.

You are kinder than a cruel heart

Being mysterious is your playful art.

I rendered your tricks easily

‘Cause they were once mine, silly.

Yet I played my game your way,

It was funny until this day.

When I felt little different about you

And couldn't really say what’s new.

Because my love,

The seeds that were sown,

Have not yet grown.

It's time to walk away

And keep those dreams at bay.

Keep this story in a box locked

And disallow the memories to be stalked.

Pretty giggles and touch of your skin

Scent of your body and built so lean

Won't be easy on my memory

To keep all this secrecy.

Cause you know...

Perhaps...

Two In a Frame (3)

Their bodies consumed more than its appetite

When they laid together in the dark night,

Hidden from the chaos and mindless utters,

They chose quietude behind closed shutters.

It wasn’t for lust, it wasn’t for love,

It wasn’t for heart but only body to allow.

In some deep dark corners lay their hunger

Which had made their hearts and souls to linger.

When they had first tasted this sin sweet

From that very moment propelled their heat.

When tears of pleasure ran down their brow

They smiled at one another and asked for more.

Insatiable desires in the night so uncanny,

Beneath the blazing moon and stars so many.

These stove-like bodies warming the bed

And their moisty bodies sacredly wed.

This new discovered feeling couldn’t be more pure

That had arisen from the ashes for some cure

Of the broken, disrupted and pains more

And the past wounds caused heart sore.

They were making up for something deeply lost

And trying to recover all at every cost.

Happy marriage between flesh was not yet of hearts

But their hopeful future could bring many new starts. 

Two in a Frame (2)

Two flames on a candle

Had ignited the room

That sprung with blaze

And cyclopean passion.

Haze of ‘noon was kept out

By the tainted window and curtains drawn.

The smoky room ignited desires

Too long to hold and impasse.

Eyes could not escape

While lips drew the attention.

Whispers couldn’t be measured

That occupied the quiet room.

Heaving chests with throbbing lust

Enquired the scratching fingers

And biting teeth

Irresistibly marking its territory.

To and fro of the waves on the floor

Made two bodies crave for more.

Eating, slurping, nibbling and feasting

The flesh then stirred with demanding noise.

She melted like butter in his arms.

He gauged greedily on her.

Not sparring an inch of her mass

He drooled slowly with his gliding tongue.

Lack of affection in his feasting hands

That ravished her soft tenderness.

Her aspiring love couldn’t transgress

Into his hunger that laid in his wantonness.

Wrapping the other as a treasure,

Clutching body to seize time.

Hungry birds killed other with many tricks,

To be born and risen as flaming phoenix.

Two in a Frame

Two lips locked,

All round the clock.

And two bodies meet,

Beneath the sheet.

Fingers in her tangled hair,

Two dank bodies lay bare.

He whispers over her sweaty brow,

And lets the wild desire flow.

His lips envelope her tongue,

Causes her body further to burn.

Her heavy-heaving body revolts,

To his conspiring affectionate jolts.

While his passion consumes her entirely,

She shuttles in his arms vehemently.

Warm breath of his passionate release,

Tickle her like wind to the trees.

He licks every droplet off her,

Causing her soft body to stir.

Entwined like the two lazy weeds,

Laid together, an oyster with two beads.

The shining moon would have shied away,

With his undying thirst at the bay.

Immersed in the fragrance of her hair.

He sucks the sweet loving nectar.

The sleepy sun rose too late,

As two bodies made it wait…

Wishes From the Dark Waters

Dear Mommy,

I am your daughter,

I want mother and father.

I want to breathe, love and grow,

And I want to walk on my toe.

Let me enjoy the sweet flowers, monsoon showers and warm sunlight,

And allow me to grow without fear and fright.

Let me sleep in your arms and listen to your sweet voice,

And want to play with many, many toys.

Inside your tummy, I’m waiting

For all the joys and love you bring.

So,

Don’t reject me, don’t hate me, don’t kill me

As I want to be alive and be free.

From,

Your unborn girl.

Deep Running Waters

Her lids fall heavily like they were carrying mountain

Her drugged eyes open with same pain

To look at the face she adored that day

With whom she had started the play.

Like two floating bodies in the water

Mesmerized - without the world to bother,

Creating billows in cold winter air

With the stagnant furtive glare.

Swirling, swerving, twirling

The oceans’ center within.

Two converging bodies create

Some vehement current.

The silent waters beneath

Dance with the tempestuous feat

Caused by two wildlings

In mid-winter mornings.

When passion was washed away on bed,

Slept in arms of the other, all cared.

With her last gaze, she sneaked away

In his peaceful sleep there he lay.

The Spectacle

The wind outside couldn’t have been more kinder,

They whistled more wildly now than before.

The moon too, came out from the shadow of clouds

And witnessed whatever it could have.

The stars now shone so brightly

That the sky glimmered as a wedding gown.

Even the night resisted to fade,

And dawn seemed like a distant dream.

The silence of that lonely street

Was adapted from hers.

It was hers…

No one responded to

Her shrieks and her yells,

Her cries and her screeches,

Her squalls and her squeals…

Her body lay still,

Frozen but not dead,

Wounded but not dead,

Damaged but not dead,

Harmed yet not dead.

That supreme soul who inflicted the pain

Had no mercy to kill her.

He repeatedly, shoved his impotence

Between her thighs.

But when that wasn’t enough

He ruined her eternity and ejaculated his humanity.

The silent eyes watched her

All collapsed,

All decomposed,

All naked.

She took what she got,

So the silence was all hers…