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Early Morning Inklings – VIII

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So those of you who know me…know the time during my commute is dedicated entirely to the physical act of reading! (Those of you who did not get the FRIENDS’ reference…well I don’t know what you are doing with your life).

Well getting back to the point, so in accordance to my routine, I had my nose in a book and then all of a sudden, a few words etched my mind…

“In his silence I learnt his intentions…”

And I just knew I had to put it in ink…

According to my dear, dear friend V., I can pen kick-ass prose but I should just stay away from poetry for the sake of human civilization! =P

In spite of his many heated warnings, I hereby submit my yet another neophyte attempt at poetry:

It was a question I had worn on my lips for days…In his hesitation I found my answer…
He knew how to unravel my soul and dwindle my senses…In his silence I learnt his intentions…
He drew a convoluted map onto my skin…With his invincible stain I found my way out…
He knew his way around the treacherous paths…In his skills I gathered his notorious past…
He sketched his dark castle at the great precipice…In his oubliette I discovered eternal light
He decided to leave an imprint for others to witness…Within his grasp I earned an immoral label…
I was relieved.
He was disappointed.
Another question lingering on the edge of my existence…In his absence I received his verdict.

“TELL ME”

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I do not wish to know your story
Or the countless of dreams you hide
But tell me of that one unfortunate tale
That forced you to never confide…

I do not want to know about the great things
That you have over overcome
But tell me of those little things
That have made you what you’ve become…

I do not want to know the hundreds of applause
Or the gestures by people faking
But tell me how you feel
When you hear the sound of your dreams breaking…

I do not want to know of the brilliance
Of the sun at the peak of noon
But tell me about the darkest night
In the absence of the moon…

I do not want to know about your many friends
And what they say and do
But tell me about that one friend
Who lets you just be you…

I do not want to know about all the questions
That you have found the answers to
But tell me of that one answer
Of which you still feel to be untrue…

I do not want to know about the things
That you see in broad daylight
But tell me about what you see
After you close your eyes at night…

I do not want to know about your wounds
That hurt and burn sometimes
But tell me about the ones
Which have gone numb with time…

I do not want to know about the things you’ve written
Under the covers on a lonely night
But tell me about the blank pages that are filled
With words you were too reluctant to write…

I do not want to know about the things
That you would tell the world any way
But tell me about your immoral desires
That you are too afraid to ever say….

The Art of Rain

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The night is getting dark and dreary…
The winds are picking speed…
The Gods are angry…
The Greeks would say.
Almighty has blessed us…
My city would say!
For some
…the rain means curling up with a beloved…
For some it holds a tryst with a mistress…
And for some it means a roof top with friends.
For some it means the open road…
And for some it means tea-time!
For others it means a thousand lost dreams…
And for some it means a trickling ceiling.
I might as well tell you what it means to me.
The commotion…
The wet streets…
The beating drums of paradise…
The numberless dancing drops…
Of this relentless rain…
Mean nothing!
To me it holds no prospect!
The cadence of its pearls does not invite me.
The fragrance rising from beneath my feet does not entice me.
My city’s celebration is just noise.
The salt ‘n’ pepper sky is distasteful;
And the lovers out on the patio are revolting.
I don’t see the rain healing my wounds.
Or exchanging my woes!
I don’t feel the raindrops unwinding my soul.
Or washing away my sorrows!
And the thunder is just nature’s drama!
The notions of love and longing
Do not bind this tale…
All I see…
Are flesh and blood monsters…
Hiding behind my windowpane…
And concealed within the raindrops…
Are their tainted motives!
So, break away…
And look past the charm…
The petrichor has held you in a trance for so long!
The silver streaks…
The roaring crescendo…
This art of rain…
Is just the Almighty recycling water!

“HER FIRST TIME”

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Last night she surrendered her innocence…
Not what she had expected but no regrets…
Time well spent because she longed to share with him this very moment.
This time she had anticipated…
Where their love, their passion would be culminated…
And every moment with had been sooo satisfying…!
Her life he did so enrich…
And now it’s their time to savor all this…
Although she had heard it been described in many ways…
Some say it’s beautiful, addictive while some even say it’s vice…
But she discovered something truly exceptional…
Something exotic, beautiful and sensual…
Between him and her last night…!
There were qualities that she had sought after….
To her it’s imperative to have something that lasts forever….
To have someone who could make her feel safe and secure…
Allow her to trust and open up a bit more.
There has always been something about him…
His physical structure a masterpiece…
Crafted with perfection in all the right places…
His image sticks to her like bees to honey…
An erotic lover, an idealized image of beauty…
Who did brought her to heights believed to be unattainable in reality…!
Amazing how she no longer felt unfulfilled…
Engorged in the memory of that lovely moment so peaceful and tranquil.
He made her see for who she was…
Someone compassionate and selfless…
Who doubts a bit but is soft and relenting…
Tenacious a tad too but so gifted, loyal and true…
Her fears he did allow to rest…
The way he made love to her…
For sure is the best and they both knew
To them…
This was so much more than just sex…!
She will never forget this night…
It was extraordinary…
Charming, undemanding and both so understanding…
Just allowing their bodies to do all the talking…
Creating all these beautiful notes and rhythms…!
Something so sinful, so carnal made her for the first time truly feel spiritual…
Don’t know it yet but whatever it was, it left her…
Still in a trance!
It was exciting, fun, could be a game they play…
Interesting and amusing where will this lead…
Don’t know, and trust me they do care but for now…
All she knows is that last night was, simply put – surreal
Just as He is to HER…!

Autumn Kiss

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The world is in-cased in an orange fluff…
Everywhere you turn…
Leaves turning color…
And everyone around preparaing for a new chapter…
Oh! And here they come again…
The park bench awaits them…
Under the very same tree…
They turned best friends from mere strangers.
“This time, I will not let them depart just like that”, destiny was determined.
As always, she talks and talks…
And he listens to her…
She looks like Pumpkin Spice Tea in her oversize jumper…
And he cannot help but gape onto her perfectly glazed lips.
His hands move towards her peached cheeks…
Her heart races. Stomach back flips…
He knows what she wants…
She cannot look into his eyes…
And then he bends his head down to reach her blushing lips…
Warm breaths heave…
Sighs like strokes under water…
He parts her lips with his…
Calming her inexperience fragile edges…
Gentle probing…
Two open mouths giving and taking
Un-aware of eager body parts pressing …
To join in this unmapped journey…
Innocence and yearning not in control…
For daring moments of an entire minute…
Morals and inhibitions at a tug-o-war…
She does not want him to stop…
And he lies about wanting to letting go…
This will never last, she said…!
This is wrong, he said…!
He reached out to touch her and she accepted him…
Impulses ran though her causing excitement…
And a million voices in his head told him to stop…
And now they sit quietly on the bench…
Two people from two different worlds…
The world would never permit this forbidden relation…
I wish it didn’t end like this, she thought…
I wish I never kissed her, he thought…
I should have never let this happened, destiny finally realized.
And now he walks back home with a heavy heart…
And she sits in her dark room, crying…
She shivers with fear…
If only he was here to hold me…
I know you do not belong here…
Just stay for as long as you can…
Don’t go just yet…
This was not meant to end like this…!!!
Our First Kiss is not meant to be disgraced by humanly encumbrances…
If you only you knew…what this kiss meant to me…
If only I did not have to pretend…
I’m happy for you that you are with her.

“As You Stain Me…”

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At a snail’s pace…
My life was moving forward…
My heartbeat in sync with my body…
My dreams buried in a burned diary…
And my eyes submerged in linear kohl.
Dark clouds hovered over my city…
And sunshine was a long, forgotten dream.
And then you decide to walk in my life…
You say, you are a passing stranger…
You say, you will only stay for a while…
The perfect blizzard to drift the clouds away…
And shake me back to life.
You painted me with your colors…
Your fingers caress my skin…
Like an artist indulging in taboo cravings.
The world is watching as you stain me…
Stain my body…
Stain my soul…
And smile from a distance…
You ask me to break traditions…
You force me to rebel against norms…
You continue to breathe life into me…
Until I can no longer resist…
This new sin.
I am learning to dance all over again…
Music once again starts to make sense…
I twirl away into oblivion…
My soul vibrates from within…
An unknown rhythm takes over me…
A burning desire…
Fills my veins…
And your stain is beginning to influence me.
You say I need to go back to my words…
How can I?
There was a time…
When words flowed and all I can inscribe now are tragedies.
You ask me to put them down on paper…
And allow myself to break down and cry.
You remind me I am human.
And yes, I feel human with you.
I can permit myself to feel pain with you.
My ideal visage…
Shatters in your presence.
And I feel your dye changing me from within.
You tell me to go back to my books…
And that you will wait till I finish each chapter.
You colors are now tangled with my insides…
You are now becoming a part of me…
And I feel no shame tinted with your love.
Yes. Love.
You first stain me.
And then claim me.
Cannot forget this in a fortnight…
This unspoken promise between us…
This stain has left me wanting more…
More of what I used to be.
More of what I could be.
More of what we could be.

Something so satisfying about you!

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Soft…Yes! Dreamy!

Fine hairs tickle my senses as I run my fingers over your curve…your skin is as beautiful as the setting sun, a perfect tan…a perfect blend; exotica of the east and the horizon of the west!

Cannot help desiring you…just one thought of you makes it all the more difficult for me to resist you, may be its the desire of your supple flesh that lures me into this dark temptation…and your fragrance!

God! it’s torture, I find myself drawn to you, as a honey bee is drawn to a flower full of fresh nectar!

And if these impure thoughts weren’t enough, even the talk of you makes my heart skip a beat…what am I to do…it’s like I’m being invited to the dark side…feels like the eighth deadly sin…all I want is to have you…my palate softens up upon your taste…my bosom swells as you move down…

Lord! Help me…this vision is enticing me…there is something so satisfying about you…
Yes…I give up…I accept my defeat…just take me…take me now…

I now declare my un-dying loves for PEACHES! 😉

My February City

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An illusion is all it takes for my city to fall in love…
A misty morning can blind our senses…
And send us in an unnecessary oblivion.
How the first morning of February…
Presented itself with treasures of a new beginning…
How the month of love gave us new hope…
How the chilly air curled our toes…
And how it promised a breezy day to the residents of a tormented city.
I too fell prey to this phantasm and found myself lured into its inviting whispers…
Soon I felt taken by its hands into a place beyond dark desires…
And lost connection to real life.
They say nothing lasts forever…
And as much as we wanted to exist in this fairytale…
Our happily ever after was not meant to be.
Alas! We were left with a bright, blazing ball of fire up above us…
And had been buzzed back to the truth that is this city.
A city where human life is not accountable..
A city where surviving each day is a game of luck…
A city in need of a saviour…
A city where a few drops of heaven become an excuse to tweet…
A city I call home…
A city I call, my home.

Did it ever occur to you…?

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As my world came tumbling down…
I turned around only to see you gone…
How could have you done this to me…
Abandoning me when the dark storm came rolling in…
And to think I thought I could trust you.
Often I cannot help wonder…
How could you be this cold-hearted?
Did it ever occur to you…?
You left me in the middle of nowhere…
And expected me to smile every time you needed me…?
It was my fault all along…
I was too comfortable with you…
I thought you’d never leave my side…
I believed every lie you ever told me…
And followed it like blind faith.
And today I find myself…
Trying to veil my tears under the covers…
Did it ever occur to you…?
How difficult it is to pretend everyday…
To see you completely happy without me…?
I miss the times when I could say anything to you…
And now every time I start to share a problem…
You take it as whining and complaining.
I miss the times when you were my best friend…
And I could be crazy with you…
And we had little secrets that nobody else knew…
And today you don’t even look at me the way you used to…
What kind of a connection did we share…?
Were the feelings fake…?
Was the concern only to last with the shitty contract…?
I am sitting here…
Crying my eyes out…
And I can’t even ask you for a hug…?
Is this is what I signed on for…?
I was fine on my own…
I was independent…
And then you came along…
Holding me firm through everything…
Making me feel I could rely on you no matter what…
And then you dropped me like a used piece of tissue…
Now I’m alone again…
But now it hurts…
Now standing through all the troubles…
Without your guidance and embrace…
Is walking on burning coal with bare feet.
I have to fight sleepless nights…
And this wicked world throughout the day…
Only to see you perfectly happy with another woman.
And I have to retreat into my shell…
Hide the pain away…
Try and save my tears…
To cry another day.
Did it ever occur to you…?
That I am still in love with you…?
That I did not only lose the man I love but also my best friend…?
Did it ever occur to you…?
That watching you with her and dancing around isn’t easy…?
Did it ever occur to you…?
That may be I don’t want to be your best friend anymore…
That you are asking too much off me…
That I can no longer watch you love her…
And criticize every breath I take…?
That I can no longer be available for you when you want me…
Especially when I can’t even call you up…
Until there is a death at my end.
I am not sure how long I can keep up with your prerequisites
Because all I see is you having the time of your life…
While your so-called best friend is drowning in front of your eyes.

Paradise vs. Heaven

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For months I’ve been playing this game…

Pretending I am okay with what you did.

Truth is…

I have not yet accepted that you left.

I still find myself…

Drawn to an illicit crafted fling…

That holds no meaning.

What is it that I am to you…

An ex – girlfriend…

A lover…

Your so-called best friend

Or en eligible mistress…?

Questions as such often have surfaced…

Never found the courage to ask you though.

We are bound by this love-hate connection

Something I cannot seem to break…!

You change as the colors across the sky…

Your words no longer penetrate…

I am unable to understand what you need of me…!

Owing to my position…

I can never ask you to come back to me…

And you continue to use that against me.

Can you not see the love in my eyes…?

I could never become the girl…

You wanted…

And to date…

I look in the mirror…

And count the flaws…

Those hold me back..!

She had perfect lips…

And your current knows you well.

She wore the crown…

And your current bears the seed.

She was a dream…

And now she is your entire lifetime…!

This brings me no where…

I’m still fighting to earn a place in your life.

I cannot be the girl you loved…

And I cannot be the girl you live with…

Then who I am…???

And if I am nothing…

Then why don’t you let me go…???

We fight every day…

You constantly criticize me…

You have problems with every step I take…

If I am defective piece…

Then why not throw me away…?

You decided to walk out with a perfect alibi…

And left me to clear the mess.

I love you unconditionally…

And I can no longer hold back the expression.

I fell in love with you

Without any reason or rhyme…

And I plan to continue on the same terms…!

You’ll never see for the woman I can be…

My small inexpensive gestures will never count for anything…

I don’t care…

You can spend the rest of your life…

Waking up to your woman…

I’ll sleep with my man…

And wakeup with you…!

You showed me heaven…

You made me feel

like nothing else matters

like the world is brighter then it used to be…

Sadly…

You’ll never get to see the Paradise…

I had carved for us…!!!