Category Archives: Love

creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry, Writings

Tell Them

When they ask you,
and I know they will someday.

Tell them it was for
the slice of sky
that smelled like your
tepid past, for nostalgia
reverberating as consensual
currents:
like a dream is forgotten
at the end of the night.

tell them it was for
the glimpse of nature:
the pregenable beauty,
for your assailable heart;
though after being enclosed
in those bony rib-cages,
I knew they would
melt every time
at the slightest touch of you.
It was for that touch.

tell them it was for
end of the everlasting hunger,
an conclusion to this unending madness,
to describe a whirlpool
of blurred visions,
emasculating every second
by the dark whispers in broad
daylight.

When they ask,
Why you started writing,
Tell them it was for yourself only.
For your demons and their exorcisms
performed ritually twice a day.
Tell them it would remain that way.
Forever and ever.

 

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Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Imagine, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry, poetry, Writings

An Ode to the Bed

possible dreams,
possible nightmares,
the breakfast for the next day,
a compliment,
a death stare,
Beer
More Beer
Rum,
Scotch,
Sleep,
Wars, Ghosts,
The Reaper,
The Good Looking Reaper
black coffee,
dieting,
morning run,
immortality,
the old gods,
the new gods,
no gods,
aliens,
Paris,
Machu Picchu,
Snow In India,
Rain in Columbia,
Drugs
Alchohol,
Sex,
Possible Sex,
Dream Sex,
A lot of Sex,
A lot of disappointment,
A dream of success,
A Whole New Life,
Songs to listen next day,
Poems,
Writing,
People,

A very minute collection of Imaginations and
thoughts over the course when I lie on the bed
until the sleep comes in.
Disciplined, Careless, Inspiring,
Lazy, Poetic, Dramatic, the various
hues and after-effects of this bed.

It conjures a thousand more within me.
So this is an Ode to the Bed.
The warm haven of my creativity and my destruction.

What do you think while in Bed, Let me know too 🙂

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Afternoons to Nights

It is Valentines.

Working from home,
the monotony
has been strangulated mercilessly.

There is the absence of this world,
the air today smells like gasoline floating in
the fresh rain-wet grass.

My Universe is now out of the closet,
out of its hangovers like a horse
ready to tame the winds.

James Hetfield keeps telling me
through the speakers:
and I am Unforgiven too.

Maybe we all are for reducing
ourselves to squeaking mannequins
displayed to the world as relics
of over-flowing mannerisms,
to be sold to the highest bidder
who shall bring us out as a war chest
in times of insecurity.

Its Valentines, my love
Just go out
and fucking love yourself to death
before it is too late.

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The Night’s a Serpent

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Dark hues deliquesce
in the warmth of the burning stars,
the black cosmic sea now floats:
but still an abomination in eyes
of people spoon-fed with light.

Coiling and encircling the unseen ends
on the horizon; like Jörmungandr, the mighty serpent,
while winds hymn odes for the people
who drank in chalices sprinkled with stardust

The language of Aeolian is now have forgotten.
the constrictions of the serpent shall bleed
morning light in a few hours.

I will wait for the revolutions to complete
while caressing its skin through the desire
in eyes.

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Lick

Sometimes you lick my fingers, instead of doing what is to be done.

Sometimes I lick your nipples instead of doing what is to be done.

Sometimes we are not we, when nude.

Sometimes we are but not nude.

I keep remembering everything.

About that warm winter.

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Reverse – Collection of Haikus

reverse the time gone,
as the rivers freeze to ice
and snow falls on skies

I am kid again
my dog is a pup today
let us sleep sometime

fires will turn to sparks
dreams shall slumber into sleep
let us fade to black

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