Tag Archives: LOVE


Majestical cook

Astonishing at-look

Cleare n pure soul

Though may u take any poll


Just a 6 letter word yet a complete book

Read and written by a-lot

L’est  yet not and can’t be published


Man-ny have publicised her,  statuetised her

In different formats roots and spur

But when were goddes being defined by men..?

She aprons different social names

At different stages in different streams.

Yet dosent blames neither demands any fame.

Manny-a-times i fight with her ….

But then that’s what cubs of a lioness do.!

As they say …. women are born fighters as they have an extra strand in Thier DNA, men need to become one..!



With the drizzle today

I breathed wide calm

A sweet sensation like as iff

Has ran inside my vertical-am

Rough torn voices

Immicating my-self from my-own-being

Telling some stories some tales

Shadded black mere-ly tough were they

With every single drop that kissed earth 

Brought a token of love from haven

From gods and kings and queens

Of too the ones whom something they meen

Such was the shower today

Brizzles of golden tar 

Graving on our(humans) heart…Cont.,

Àn old dream…Gud ? Bad?.,

It was 0630 when the door turned inside. And 

“Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know 

Someday we gonna dance with those lions 

Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin” 

 was the track playing at the back. Sounds of treadmill and step-ups churned up with the hip hop track. Young crowed was busy preying on bench-press when my eyes got locked over a bright gloomy face. Well tonn-ed was she and her dim blue light eyes. I ignored her ;then for a moment and paced up on-with the mill. She bent swiftly to tighten up her shoe laces and all the Men started some monochromatic exercise where In their eyes were locked over her curve. Well maybe that’s why we men’s are said to be good observant . She pulled up herself on the treadmill next to me making herself comfortable on the platform , but by that time I was about to knock of just when she murmured something. Her politeness buried my blankness . Her red lips were mesmerizingly soft and clean ; neither any scratch mark  nor any dead spots ,just soft and gloomy. She again spoke just to wake me from an early morning dream and In a nice clean voice she asked me for some help. Believe me I went into a shock at once , but turning to my gentleness and bearing my “THE MAN’S ” title I acknowledged her and moved on with it. This was the start of a new friendship . From that day onwards we started training together; may then it be a track-walk or pressing weights on bench-press . By keeping my gentleness cloaked this bond of ours bended up in a smooth way. Within no time track walk turned into long drives and gym got replaced by night-pubs. That was our first night-out, at least for me it was first. I suited up and she was too dressed in a pink gown. The night was cozy and winds were tight . We just pulled in some shots and abruptly she told those three distinctive words which every boy on this planet is dying to hear. Well at first I resisted myself to answer it but when she touched my lips with hers ,ahh-mm a yes pop-ed out.

Finally with ting-tong of my alarm bell I woke from this old sweet dream , flushed my face twice-thrice to wake up all my senses and finally returned back to reality.




Dim were the lights

Till she stepped inside

Illuminating it

With… her aura, her presence, her sigh..,


Her eyes 👀

Filled in with holy liquid

In which squidded

A bright green sandstone

Varnished with love in it.,


The table stood upright

Holding the lady

In her mighty PLIGHT


To support their new HEIR

Candles and fire-sticks

Glorified her glare



She placed

Her white bright glowing hands

On those little musical strands


The palace got suffocated

With those magical notes

she perforated


Through dark glossy windows

coagulated in rows


I still remember that BEAUTY

Her splendid smile , her serenity

That night that we went

Where words were kept at rent


The only thing

I remember of that night


The melancholic music

An angel brewed with shear calmness


Nothing else….,




She sat by my side today

flicking her red lips

trying to speak something

low and slow ,

extending the brid-ge we had made.

May be mistake was mine


My ego backed me off , don’t know & can neither explain .

I waited long to listen her


she too made a long pause…..!

That situation was wired


I just pulled up the time

Licking some chocolate off my plate

with a cup of espresso…at-least making a pair of these two.

There was a-lot to talk

But something stopped me.

I was to tell her

How pretty she was looking

That her nose had became more pointed

That her eyes

have flown out more bright in red sunlight


She still is the most prettiest of all…

But ,

The words

Remained unspoken


The emotions

Remained unflown …

Don’t know

Why how when

We created this

Unknown brid-ge

Between us..!





Clogged in dust

Waiting to burst


Bent at the edges

Demanded some poetic wages

And so then

At last

I filled I some ink

Raised the pen


Made a blink, …


Many thoughts buffered around

In so called

My thinking ground


I shifted the nib

Up and down

Making some writings

In her holy town


As my pen touched soft belly

She frowned majestically

Like a soft jelly,


Finally, I wrote something

On her naked soul

Good bad…?

Still looking for the poll


She was wrapped

In my writings from head to toe

Yet I left behind some space

Pending to doe….

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I Stalked The Arousing Curiosity

Of How It May Feel

To Touch Her Skin ;

I Walked Calmly After Her

Dying to Commit This Blood Lust Sin;

I Prowled Behind Her Silently

Through Dark Alleys at Night

Following Her Perfumed Scent

Chasing Her Out of Sight;

I Followed the Taste Of

Rhythmic Blood Flow

Following The Hunger of Soft Flesh

And The Thirst of Her Blood

That Only I Would Know;

To My Shock

She Turned Around

Stared Right Back at Me

As If

She Felt the Feeling of This Folk;

I Was Stunned

Her Carnished Brown Eyes


The Face of an Angel


What an Angel She Was;

With A Head Bow

She Began to Tow

Her Curvy Body Towards Mine

As It Turned Nine;

Two Feeling Ran in My Veins

Joy and Fear

Joy for She Turned

Fear to Why She Did So…?

She Came Close Looked Up


Stole Away My Breath;

In A Soft and Clean Voice

She Spoke Something Nice

Her Cherish Red Lips


Her Extremely Blushing Cheeks,

What A Beauty….


That Same Voice

Again Ran in Through My Ears

Braking My Connection

With That Heavenly Soul;

She Was Looking for Some Address

Wrapped in A Beautiful Dress

Waiting To Greet

Someone Across The Street;

Coming Back to My Gentleness

I Showed Her Destiny

Turned Around


Walked Away Without Looking Back Again….;

Tough I Didn’t Said Anything

But My Heart Knows What It Was Like

That Feeling, That Curiosity


May Call It My Prodigy,

I Still Remember That Beauty

And Can Pen Down Her Serenity

Each Time Differently……


Screenshot_2015-12-02-10-05-57_1449031003077How ironical is it; we start hating the person whom we have loved somewhere in past. does anything changes in that very person or just like that a feeling of envoy arises for that chap. love and hatred are the two sides of same coin, two sides of the same person;it took me long to realize this. when we love someone , we love something about her/him ; may it be personality traits ,melodious voice ,eyes to die for or something it may be,but it is always something not everything ,we just love a part of them;likewise when we hate them we hate a part of them. so is it our perception that changes about them or they really change in some way…..?

– ξkshayavata