Month: May, 2015

Hankering for that touch

There is this weird kind of hunger that keeps cringing to my stomach

Every time your vibes touch me that travel from a quite a distance

Leaving me stranded with a need, the one that is wild

The hunger is to touch you, feel your skin on mine

To hold you in a physical proximity to me entangled in thoughts

I sketch us, performing an art, the art of expression

When you nudge my hairs with your scarred fingers

Tracing letters at my back,

Arousing an obligation to yearn for more

Your eyes so drunk with passion

Staring into that darkness, it makes me high

The hands have their own say

They create a different story with every embrace

The lips dread me; I might just loose

The sanity constrained

World is encompassed in this little shell.







Yesterday and Today

“I walked over to the hill where used to go and sled. There were a lot of kids. I watched them flying, doing jumps and having races. I thought all those little kids are going to grow up some day. All those little kids will do things that we do. And they will all kiss someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t”

-Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.


You create an illusion,  the one that makes me ecstatic

To hide the real you,

One which might just be demonic

You decorate a far fetched dream

And make it feel like it is for real

It is easy to manipulate with feelings and emotions.

So focused on surviving today

You just let all of this drown and make tomorrow a dull place

Your need to wear a mask is a mystery

Love knows no doors and windows

It is all a plain room, white and pristine

We color it with our moments, sketch them

With our experience.

You do not hide, we just share

I feel stranded

And seems like

Love will strangle me in my sleep

Dressed in the form of your illusions

It does not fail to nudge and remind me

“This might be an illusion too, but yours”

It puts me in a dilemma

To trust my love or myself.

You put me where I have to fight with my ownself

Trying to save myself either way.