unhook your bra now,
and melt slowly in my arms
lets sleep till winter.
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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.
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.
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
Hershey’s
It is the death of light,
no one mourns.
artificial corpses
of plastic and white
reanimate the dead.
vapors of warm air
caress us.
Our souls
have returned back
through their
meaningless voyages.
We lie down, naked.
and entertain the ceiling fan.
Your breasts have a thousand
ways of loving me
yet they lie still,
We are drowned in unseen realities.
I spread Hershey’s all over you,
from lips to wondrous thighs.
I start from lips.
You tremble like a mutilated animal.
I kiss your cleavage.
You tempt me like the morning sun.
I lick your nipples.
You abhor the wait as grasses do for the warm rain.
Minutes grows to hours,
as you take my hands between your legs.
For you turn to God.
the one who abolishes time.
Revering the satanic touch
of the person who once disavowed
the warm body of yours.
Leave
Every goodbye deserves an absence of light as the eyes never learn to forget.
But leave if you wish tonight
as the voiceless tide leaving the shore.
Being Truly Alone.
My Love,
You have never been alone,
Sitting in an empty house
watching the rain shouldn’t make
you lonely, It should make you complete.
I remember the painter
who waited all evening
for people to visit his gallery.
No one did.
He closed the lights and shutter
himself.
He was truly alone.
I remember the singer
who played this afternoon in the
bar I was drinking.
No Damned Soul was listening to him
still, he played his best.
He was truly alone.
I remember the gentle foreigner
who drank beer at the table next to me.
At the very end, out of blur
he gave up and sought a corner
to call someone. He might have talked
for half an hour.
He was truly alone.
While I read the book,
sipped beer and wrote this poem.
yes, I was truly alone.
Writings to Heaven 