A Scarlet Woman.

With hidden aches With pasted smiles She pretends to shy.   With muffled gags With screaming moans She feigns to have her mind blown.   Biting the bullet Her body, sold- She attempts at being dignified Rendering herself to be bold!  

A Raving Reminiscence.

The lane is empty Except for the kacchi kairi Kacchi kairi strewn across on both sides. “What is kacchi kairi?” he asks. I turn to him, and give him an imploring look- See for yourself. “All I see is beaten, tattered, useless raw mangoes.” I give him that look again. I smile. I keep walking,Continue reading “A Raving Reminiscence.”

My Very Own Peccadillo.

I don’t know love I don’t know how it is to be loved But I know how to love Day in and day out- Giving my all. I am a woman, pining for love Waiting to be touched; To be held in your arms, to be Kissed. The soft murmur of your eyes- The hoarseContinue reading “My Very Own Peccadillo.”

A Barbarous Bogart.

Garbed in a glorious bedlah She tranced towards me like a Cinderella, With mischievous eyes and a coy smile She perpetuates my wait, longer than the river Nile.   She sways her waist with obtuse precision Making my lust ameliorate with elysian, Her biased hips, her light feet transfix me And I want myself toContinue reading “A Barbarous Bogart.”

An Unwilling Bouzouki

Sitting on chairs in proper alignment It seems a long ago, when we students were huddled about, Celebrating India’s independence was the days’ requirement Making our English teacher proud.   Constantly, we had chided and pleased To do something else as a substitute to teach, We did it often, played adventures Making memories after memoriesContinue reading “An Unwilling Bouzouki”

The Mystical Pishogue.

I am meek I am mild. I am an emblem of docile.   I am innocent I am polite. I am an insignia of comply.   I am submissive I am conceding. I am an image of yielding.   I am sweet I am honest. I am a metaphor of a lonely forest.   IContinue reading “The Mystical Pishogue.”

Her Mysterious Meshuga.

There is a whirlwind of chaos inside her An entropy, a madness, a little emptiness That ceases her sanity from within. The mania, the frenzy, the wilderness All a part of her nugatory existence.   The deadening disarray enchaining her minds Building a claustrophobia Which you may never succeed to define. The restlessness, the anxiety,Continue reading “Her Mysterious Meshuga.”

The Disguised Innocence.

She was walking alone, dazed, on a torturous esplanade Fighting battles that she didn’t know existed within, Shaky, confused, confounded Adrift amidst her own gloomy labyrinth.   Having abandoned her modest attire The saree, the simplicity, long discarded, Adorning herself in skirts, she became a voracious liar Determining to no more forsake her heart unguarded.Continue reading “The Disguised Innocence.”

The Betraying Eyes.

Walking down that lane An identical cup of coffee in hand, Her captivating smell brushed my senses And I just fell in love.   A crop top and a snuggish denim skirt Defining unpretentiously her grimacing smirk. Hair curly and wild, and on her feet some ragged sneakers Elucidating the most mundane, screaming through herContinue reading “The Betraying Eyes.”

The Amorous Collywobbles.

Walking down that lane An identical cup of coffee in hand, Her mesmerizing smell brushed my senses And I just fell in love.   Clad in a simple red rayon saree Defining so alluringly her beautiful body, A mundane watch on her left wrist Elucidating simplicity, discarding the dramatic twist.   Her loquacious brown eyesContinue reading “The Amorous Collywobbles.”