Saturday, 5 November 2011

Cast Away

I have lost them. Forever. Time has taken them away from me -- changed priorities, changed wants, changed importances. They are no more close enough to share warmth, or tears, or fears. They have all left -- leaving the darkness to me. I have been trying to cope up for some months. I have lost my bubble and froth. I have lost my laugh. I kept wondering what is amiss? What is wrong? Why is it incomplete when it shouldn't be? So many selves restrict a relationship, a bond or maybe none at all that existed. I  dont know what to think and how to cope. I loved them all so much. But then, love is naught, love is the shade of fire. 
I burn now. I am almost dead

Friday, 21 October 2011

Sexual Abuse of a Baby Boy

Once upon a time
there was an orange boy
who lived in a fruit basket.
He had beautiful orange skin
juicy flesh and a rotund happiness.
Then one day someone came along
and peeled him off.
He lost his orange skin and was bare.
Slowly he lost himself
One by one, bit by bit
His seeds were spurt across.
He lost his tender skin, his juice, his all.
An orange he was, an orange small.

Wednesday, 21 September 2011


Hurry hurry my love
Hurry to my arms
Fly away doth your hues
Fly away your charms
Life awaits none my maid
Life only awaits the end
Love love let me my honey
For I am your beloved fiend.
Eyes eyes over me baby
Eyes on my earthly face
Lips lips on you bunny
On your lovely grace
Be not so coy my hun
Be not so foully shy
For if thou shalt do so
Then, I will bid good bye.
I am essentially male my love
As male a male could be
Come and deck my heart my love
Let's build a memory!

Take my heart, my soul, my all
Take my feather shape
Feel my throbbing veins my man
Feel my cloudy nape.

No time for all that silk my hun,
No time for all the play.
Save time before we die
Give me a roll in the hay!

My man, my golden gilted man
My man of gift and gab
You know not what a woman wants
You are naught but a crab!

A lemon balm of love and want
An ensemble of pearly times
A man who would for me bring
The gold dust of ancient time.
I give him all, my bod my soul
For him my heart can crime.

Forget it lady, adios I say!
Farewell my senorita!
I want not all, your bod not soul
Give me just my platter!

Adios signoir, I wish you may
Wake up from your dream.
Life is all -- body and soul,
Love is but the cream!

The Vanishing Duck

Friday, 5 August 2011

To his Love

And you thought you know me well!

You would never know what's going in my mind
Right Now
You would never know that I wrote for you
Some times, at times, always.
You would never know that I loved sweetcorn soup
Not the chicken one you liked.
I love hot  spicy, I love white roses, I love sugar candy
You would never know, you have forgotten
Perhaps, must have ...
You would never know I used to wake nights
Waiting for the morning to come, you to come,
How I would day dream about you, fantasize
You would never know.
Neither would I.
It's all an old story now, a bleak past that we should
And let things blow down, as per norm, towards null.
You would never know how deep I loved you

But it doesn't matter now, dear.
You barely have ever known me as your own
Barely looked into my eyes and seen your image

Darling, how does it matter now?
Whether I loved you so madly then?
What matters now is,

I love the new lady whose photo you see on my bed
She is my goddess, my sin, my wine now
The adders run on my sheets
Yellow sunflowers shining on my sill

Ah, and you thought you know me at all!

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

A Letter in Dust

Leaves brown on a dusty path
Swirling in the twist of air
Dreams latched to every breath
Every drop of hope lay there

Silver lines disappear in silk
Creamy moonlight floats on milk
Dreams tomorrow on a child's hair
Every drop of hope lay there

Summer honey suck in gold
Flowers blossom leaves grow old
A lonely book on a rocking chair
Every drop of hope lay there

Garden elves and fairy songs
Wrongful rites and rightful wrongs
Life inside us burns to dare
Every drop of hope lies there