“So much the better—this was death. It was nothing; it was to cease to breathe. It was happiness, it was perfect happiness. They had now what they had always wanted to have, the union which had been impossible while they lived. Unconscious whether he thought the words or spoke them aloud, he said, “No twoContinue reading “Tête-à-tête: The Tumultuous Lives and Loves of Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre by Hazel Rowley”
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सूरज से गुफ्तगू #28
बिन मांगी जलन हैएक तूफ़ान, एक सैलाब भी हैरोज तुजसे पूछना चाहती हु, पर भूल जाती हूँतू है तो सही पर इतना दूर दूर क्यों हैं Read More: सूरज से गुफ्तगू #27
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.”
A Little Romance!
After a long and strenuous day I long and pine only for you. My heart, my soul and even my body wants, to only hold you. On my way back from work, all I can think of is getting back to you, holding you, and loving with all my might, all my passion. All IContinue reading “A Little Romance!”
I Wanted To Heal You….
I wanted; wanted To take away all our pain, To free you from your aches, To envelope you in my embrace, To make you forget all that can’t be erased. I wanted; wanted To kiss all your tears, To chase away all your fears, To taste all your wounds, To chaperone you toContinue reading “I Wanted To Heal You….”
A Man With The Mask
Happy, ecstatic, joyous, exuberant, there is just no one word to define the feeling when someone special is going to take you out on a date. And to make the occasion extra special I go to extreme terms and dress up just for him. With a little bit of lipstick, a red dress, and aContinue reading “A Man With The Mask”
Some fun time
Dancing
She stood there handsome, tall yet rigid and taut. Her muscles contracted, her body tapered and she thought her senses wouldn’t retort to the beautiful rhythm that was about to play. Her palms were clammy with nervousness as she scratched the floor with her toes. Her partner in dance stood in front of her andContinue reading “Dancing”
Aesthetic Miradh 
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