The thrust of his beard
between my thigh
the tickling of his tongue
Around my thigh gap
with his hands exploring
the contours of my bossom
squeezing the erection
of dark graves

He enchanted a new dance
motioning our bodies
in sync
while I had let myself
be devoured
by his enraging lust
and let my juices
be savoured
by his hunger.

-

A midnight foreplay
of wine and words,
seems seductive.

Your whispers
trickling down
my pinna,
would moist
my neck.

Yet your
warmth would ripple
shivers across my
bare bones.

-

His teeth
and his lips
and his tongue,
encircled
the darks
of my nips.

Inside my shirt
and in a lift
headed to
twenty fourth floor.

-

homelessness is a place
a hollow hallway
going through the depths of your heart
and it aches
it pricks from the edges
it oozes out an inpalpitable
an insidious pain

when you leave a home
in hope of another
with every change your body goes through
this hollowness deepens
until it starts consuming
the whole of you
until you start realizing
that once you leave a home
you dont get another
and you become

just
homeless

even while you're sitting under a roof.

-

//ROUTINED LIFE//

(Read complete poem in the caption)

-

...and many such
who live
in mutely dead bodies
awaiting real death
in hope of
being missed at best
for they live
believing
they're to be blamed
for being too less to be loved.


(Read full in caption)

-

....yet I beg to be thought of as
someone who could sit straight
and scribble some stories
which are meaningless
like how it's futile
to feel heart broken
for many dusks and late nights
and yet fail at
writing poems about it.

(Read caption for full poem)

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I let you question
so much about what I held so hard,
and the night I quashed
into your arms
under breeze of ten degrees
I knew
I'd let you steal
the bulky breathes
I'd often gulp
seeing your eyes as deep as
your questions.

-

I think its too little left of us
that I could recall
how many teaspoons of sugar
you like to put in your coffee

-

Let's count constellation
both of us can see
on the sky we share,
let's write each other
a song with
fourteen hundred fifty syllables
and let them
fly through what
our bodies cannot.

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