Her tongue reached out
licking every drop it could,
feeling the edges,
as if making love.
it wasn’t a shallow kiss but a deep throat,
one could see her feel the moment with eyes closed.
she is supposed to have been kissed,
everytime she was stressed,
by her coffee cup…….
some kisses leave you ,
some stay with you,
taste of some never goes beyond lips,
while some keep whispering in throat for years.
i always found myself in her corners,
be it corner of her eye
or
corner of her heart
it was as if she always allowed me a last moment entry into her world
but she never understood the thrill of being on her edge
made me risk my heart everytime
secret was out
as smoke left the lips,
like pain leaving the wound,
only one question was unanswered
heart was burning like a candle
or
bursting like a volcano
No one falls in love.
They willingly drown,
allured by the ecstasy,
fascinated by the depth,
of emotion heard off in stories.
Now they want their heart to skip a beat,
to break a bit.
Now they want their lips to melt away,
in each others mouth.
Now their bodies want to feel
how it’s like to be stuck,
in the symphony of heavy breaths.
you want each drop to be intimate with you,
but don’t wanna drench.
walking the path carved by lines in your palm,
led me to crossroads,
listening to the angry words hid by your silence,
bled me to tears
slipping in the dreams that left you insomniac,
made me sleep with nightmares
holding tantrums that lent you confidence,
left me emotionally crippled ,
giving you the canvas that world
deprived you off,
left my pages blank
Bahut baras beete, ki naina barse nahi,
kai dil se nikle, par ghar se nahi,
tum jo ghar se nikle, mile phirse nahi,
aur aaj aa rahe ho, toh palkein maujo se jhoonj rahi hai,
har bheeni kataar mujhse puchh rahi hai,
ki intezaar kab khatm hoga…
Just like a tear leaves eye,
ink leaves pen,
and
both make out in my poetries
I don’t sneeze anymore,
cough is now settled in chest,
it keeps pushing the heart to retire and rest.
Search for outside warmth stops at the coffee cup,
and shoulders often catch cold.
Slow beats try to mock a relaxed vibe,
as empty weekly diary coaxes the clock to accept the bribe.
Thoughts prefer to retire in mind,
voice prefers to leave words behind,
burps and farts seldom make out with silence.
World has shown show many colors,
that eyes now find recluse in dark,
curtained windows have learnt to renounce thousand suns.
Line between memories and this moment blurs,
memories flash as moment flickers,
its a chaotic pendulum ride,
with good times on mind and empty home inside.
