Category: poetry

She will be loved..


Getting pregnant,

with her,

instilling the addictive sense,

the incense, the aura,

the touch of an instance..

the smile of the heart,

the embers of the burning feeling,

the flairs of the charm,

creating a sweet, beautiful harm.


Caressing her,

like a baby,

making it to communicate,

to express,

the unexpressable,

and a few more kisses,

taking them into a fuelling retardedness,

but keeping it slow,

relishing each word of the world.


The euphony,

the intonation,

the literary stance,

the hugeness of it,

lying there,

in the hands,

inspired by the utter romance,

its the poetry,

and… she will be loved!





Let me hide a little more…

images.jpgLet me hold the curtain,

let me shut the windows,

let me bang the doors,

let me hold the blanket!


Wrapp’d in them,

I wanna go close,

closer to myself.

searching for love!


My narcissistic obsession calls me,

from everywhere,

to stop.

to enjoy the lonely frenzy!


The monotonic plastic smile,

that ‘un’genuine laughter,

that seems genuine.

to throw it away!


I wanna play with my shadows,

I wanna break the mirror,

and see myself through it.

giving a freedom to my dwelling tears!


Don’t try to hold my hand,

don’t show me the world,

don’t give me a tempting.

let me crucifix my importance with myself!


Let me be a little more selfish,

A little more savage,

to enjoy my latent fetish.

Let me hide a little more!


Deep in the hollows…

The melancholy content,
Combined with the void,
The frolic,
Combined with loneliness!

The brisk saunter,
The morning refresher,
With the usual upheaval,
An uplifting lowness!

A break from monotony,
Cementing the ties with,
The same,
A mix of lameness and bravery!

The diamonds,
And the coals,
Uprising from the same fountain,
The real mood!


A birthday present for my father


Bringing a feast,

With a twist,

With a twirl,

And with every thing beautiful.


The man,

Who means the world.

The man,

Who is the most loyal.


You used to swing me in your arms,

When I was a kid.

You used to feed me food,

When I was just of a bit.


You helped me grow,

With all the care and support.

You held my hand,

When I was trapped in my throes.


You smiled,

When a smile was all I needed.

You got me those gifts,

That were more than a thousand other things


You sustained me through all the ups and downs,

Through all the nasty times.

You were more sensitive than the tear that was about to trickle.


You gorged the latent,

You cracked your poorest of poor jokes,

Just to see me laughing,



You were an inspiration,

In all the hard times,

Through all your hard work,

The times when I felt lazy,

And life was a little hazy…


Trying my hand at making you feel

the same happiness,

the same innocent laugh,

the same sweet smile,

and everything else.