Remember

Remember me when you gulp in that spirit; when the liquid flows down your throat, and seeps into your veins. Remember me when you feel the rush; making it’s way into your organs and blood, causing singular objects to appear as plurals. Remember me when you let out that uncontrolled giggle; that escalates into frantic […]

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Mirror

THE leaves had begun to redden. The slightest spew of wind freed them, as they joined the wind, across the evening sky. Some of them landed on the waters of the lake. The wind continued to play with them. As they floated on the surface, they seemed to awaken a deep metaphor. Various leaves came […]

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The Girl by the Blood Moon

I don’t write for glory or fame. I write because the blood in my body flows through the veins and arteries and into my pen; so that the words I write may bleed; so that they may drip like a leaking faucet; so that men as tough as roots that keep trees from hurling down, […]

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Throes of Love

Aches, pangs, pricks, stings.  Today I requested my heart to pardon me. I have been begging for it’s forgiveness for rows of weeks, serially.  Again and again I hear it saying, “But, why?”. And repeatedly I whisper, “If only I knew.” I try to take it places, away from things that would remind it of […]

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Sugar

JUST outside the windows of the coffee house, people were walking around in their umbrellas. Little children wearing their colourful raincoats. A group of the said tiny humans could be seen splashing and jumping into tiny puddles; their boots keeping them dry and their smiles and giggles constant. The traffic was mellow for the season […]

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Kiss

Pushing her hip against his. Daring him to grab them. He dared. She succeeded.

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Not poetry, but pain

“Why don’t you just ask her?”, they say. Well, because everything that starts must end; So by refusing to start, I am delaying the end. My fear to lose her is far greater than my desire to win her. I am unjustly condemning my heart in an attempt to save my soul. This is not […]

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Lust

Was it at a formal gathering that I saw you first? It must have been, and aghast there I stood, With eyes that sparkled and lips that glittered; I clenched my fist, and subdued my lust. But time and again, you forced me to look; And I realized very well that your charm did its […]

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