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Cacoethes.

Todays evening sun

Reminds me of him…

A ‘Him’- lonely, vibrant and distant.

When I bask myself in its glory

To brighten my inner joys,

To enliven my hurting hunger.

I draw him to me, in

The dusk of my glooming room

And sit atop

Mouth on mouth,

Body on body,

Craving, thirsting-

The mundane murmers soaring, sigh

The rumblings

The thrusting

The grieving agony-

The passion, the breathing

Slowly moving.

And then the night steals him,

The romantic notions of sun,

The patronising night, and his stealth.

And all I am left with,

Is a gentle throbbing,

A longing lust,

And my eyes dreaming.

Ps: Please don’t give up on me. I’ll catch up with you guys very soon.

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Delusional Happiness.

A car accident-

A bump on the head, inside,

“Thankfully, she is all right” The doctor sighed,

But from inside the room she cried_

Crying and cursing her fate,

The only time she sheds tears when she lost some weight.

Treacherous Love.

He promised me he’d forever be mine

Giving me no reason to think, to my face he’d lie,

He sealed his promise with a chaste kiss

Deceiving me into believing for an eternal bliss.

 

He didn’t leave me of his own accord

Only- death did us sorrowfully apart,

But in him, I lost my partner in crime

And with him, I lost my reason to smile.

 

Now, when old age has befriended me

With ‘lack’ of all kinds seeping in,

Teeth, taste, ability to walk; hear

Wanting, patiently for my heart to tear.

 

Time and loneliness has started eating me alive

With my body withered, no one cares for my hidden vice,

And despite the lineage of children and grandchildren

No one deciphers the secluded nausea, building in.

 

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, walking

On that lane which is delusory,

Empty, except for kacchi kairi.

The trees tower over us

The greenery overpowering us, shadowing us

From the clouds.

The faint drizzle seething into our veins

The pungent raw smell

Overwhelming my memories from which I have abstained.

The lane desolate, leaves scattered about,

Kacchi kairi’s standing orthodoxly, waiting

For my retrieval into the fond memories

Buried deep, somewhere inside.

And in a trance I was transported eons back

Playing- carefree-

Callous- teasing-

Happy!

The sweet sour memory of eating that kacchi kairi,

The soft tiniest bite

Sour juices flowing

Eyes barely opening

And yet I would take bite after

Bite.

That sweet-sour memory of kacchi kairi.

“So what’s new in that? You still eat kacchi kairi.”

“I know”, I sigh!

Its different I want to cry.

But I give him that smile.

It’s just not the same kacchi kairi!

“So what, now you want that same raw mangoes that you ate

As a child? Don’t you think that’s rather impractical?”

The rage that gnaws at me is minutely conquered

By the insanity that he thinks I live in.

I don’t answer.

I just give him that look,

And he gives me that look

When he thinks that I want to make him understand

Without the words,

And he thinks I don’t know that he does understand,

He just enjoys his taunts more

But I know

And he knows.

And we draw each other together,

Closer.

And we walk that deserted lane,

Where there is nothing

The lane is empty,

Except for the kacchi kairi.

Kacchi kairi strewn across on both sides.

 

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 hoarse voice; I am only waiting.

I don’t know love

I don’t know how it is to be loved

For I am full of distortions

Queerness, you may say.

But everything I own is mine

And mine alone.

I am whole and yet incomplete

For I don’t know love.

I am a pleaser-

A sinner.

I am my own beloved

I am the betrayed.

I have joys, I have aches.

But they are all mine,

Mine alone.

I am I.

For I don’t know love

I don’t know what it is to be loved

But I know how to love______

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 to drown in her tumultuous sea.

 

Her fingers brush away my forehead hair

Her sensuous red lips near my ears, forcing me to dare,

Her knees gluttonously sliding betwixt my thighs

My pleasures reaching the epitome without a surmise.

 

Feverishly, I grab her left breast making her squirm

Her laughter rippling inside me like a lightening storm,

But oh! Alas! Curtly, she unfastened a dagger from behind her back

And pierced ferociously through the seething sinews of my heart.