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Kissing my eyes She started the story About those virgins And pigeon's blood Breathing her fragrance I slept proud Watching the stain Made by - a drop virgin's blood I heard her

A fine rush of blood Making a kind of flood Running through the fingers Like those drunken crazy thoughts Few cords in wrong places Divine heavenly mistakes... A sharp fine blade A fine thin

"Can" as in pepsi can Ha Ha Is my gift caught inside a Tin can, a laugher loud It is what will irk your consciousness Reminding you how hollow you are And I will still haha, within my

And I turned the telescope towards me, finding myself distant from self My white roses were not anymore red and the burning coal freezing me with - the winter from my bone cracking love I

Translations: Didi - Elder Sister Sandesh - A kind of sweet (Northern India) Most probably this will be my first work, published. The entire story is built against the timid, secretive, tabooed

Life is a dance which leads each one of us to the ultimate truth-Death. Here I am traveling towards my coffin, not walking but dancing. Without music, without obliged to any defined rhythm, I am

"Adam", HE called, tired and astonished this time. "Sire" Adam eagerly answered the call. "How the heck you can still smile, after I rained so much of miserable into your life?" HE grumbled with a

When the tiring day Weighs on eye lids I melt into a short death Just few hours long… And I float, float and float away Vision blurred I see blanks on both banks of river Then waking up to a

aimee nervous fingers entangled, smell of sinaia fresh, and your argument echoing \"nothing could explain mi-e dor de tine\", and my gestures aloof aimee the launch crowded and noisy, book

a sinful thought brought smile – hardly fought contemplating and ignoring hateful staring hidden under a comforter I revenge you, my lover

Somewhere in my sub consciousness a face, a painting incomplete Completed with a tear A needle through wrinkled thoughts a tear, red in color

raining through my eyes melting the blood tears of- my unfaithful love like a mad woman racing through the tombs and silences it is raining drowning me towards a definite silence through my

Like a mad fire through rain drenched skin Spreading with thousands hands Feeling, absorbing, caressing the - heights and shallows mounds and valleys The eternity pouring, within the pinnacle

How loud you hear my silent prayers? Louder than the final cries of chests- Decorated with bullet holes? How scented you would like your altars Stronger than the fragrance of decaying Slain

Pour me another glass of silence intoxicated already though, my thoughts lingering aroma of your touches by the rim of the goblet essence of existence blended mixed with a drop of my desert

While, pretence confuses reality I seek your foot marks Wishing to have what was lost Chariot of sun gallops Along with the ticks of time From east to west Day after day -making life laugh

You were watching always even my smallest deeds annoying making me scared Worrying me about the day I must pay Wrapped in a dirty kerchief deposited in one of the pockets I feel you less and

“Here” Adam stared at the speaking light With his eyes sharper than spears Nervously light whispered “Back in here, Garden of Eden What do you want this time?” Brushing his silk shirt printed

Scars By learning to walk To run Seeking isolation and hiding pits By razor edges Deception and rejection A lick of saliva Slowly spreading Sickening touch A forgotten old

To touch the blues of my lost skies My mind is leaping like a dead frog Distances which I can’t reach Stays there with an ironic smile-deep rooted A piece of dream is still exciting Within

Well well, I tried to find out this poem with the list of my works and unfortunately couldn\'t find it. I double checked the list of works with workshop also. So, though I am confident I posted it

She makes the best tea the right brand, right brew generations shared formula and crystal cups by her favorite orchids she serve them always with a pinch of mint or cardamom years and

Reciting silence Inside A womb Suffocated, a life they never complained Approaching shine of a knife Does it bleed? Does it hurt? they never complained Pieces of flesh Never

Wine your eyes Drunken my moments And I sing Sing through the night Holding you close So close envied by the Passing wind- without room Long your fingers Fire against my skin And I