Unfaithful Waves

Slowly yet violently
they came and abstracted our mere existence.
Those little hasty steps of togetherness,
all gone in a flush.
They demanded our origin
Ah !
We were born in those very unfaithful waves.

Masculinity

Looking in the mirror I saw my vehemence against myself surpass. My misogyny overpowered me. Clenched hands, sweat through my sideburns were a result of my physical stretch. ,My eyes red, angered not guilty, withered not anxious, They gave me a view of myself- my gaunt self. The sense of power and dominance devoid me of my sanity. Her shrieks were my victory, her cries were my laughs, her weaknesses were my demons- Oh! my demons were my death. Shaky, sweaty, red, vulnerable, weak, shivering, lost- that day I saw my real masculinity.

Courage is the act of the lovers

I could feel it, the spaces between our twined fingers- A similar kind of void in my heart. A series of neglected emotions passed through it, making me shudder at the very thought of acknowledging them. My passions knew no bounds, his never really existed. A traumatic convenience emerged in the presence of our dislocated feelings. In scenarios I imagined myself sulkily, my love for him was braver than his ignorance of the same. We were together but the gaps were yet to be filled. Courage is the act of the lovers we hadn't yet squandered.

Oh february !

You instill in me those feelings, those feelings of blending chasms. A sensuous trip- my heart leaps. You enfeeble my sanity with your white snowy picturesque- the gutta of my warm blood would never want to spoil but it rushes through my veins in tumultuous agitation, desperate to stain. Your serenity I wants to claim, your mist cold face I want to hold- proclaim and gain. Your ironical calmness I so desire, it withholds my passions by blemishing my vision. Oh february ! she precedes you in beauty.

Forbidness

Night won't forbid insomnia, It's like an obscure love.

A felo-de-se

I looked through it, patiently,dreaded and fancied the world outside. A world so near yet obscure,I wanted to look beyond,surpass all abundance and feel exhausted. The fullness inside was choking me and keeping me from dearth. The chilly wind often clownishly slapped my face giving me an insight of the world I loathed. It warned me yet lured me to flow with it,experience the exasperation she did. And so I decided to acknowledge it, hold its hand and follow it, relieve myself of copiousness and gain a little solidity.

INSATIABLE

You have me, you know that. Every inch of my skin, my compliant soul you so wholly possess. You unnerve me every time, looking at me with eyes so intent, zealous for more occupancy. Detention maybe ? Unaware of my fatiguing fidelity. Filling my melancholy nights you make me wonder why can't I ever have enough of you and then those eyes smirk at me, teasing me in your cathartic presence. The thought itself is so gratifying signalling chills down my spine and making my heart race like some mad horse and oh ! Those heavy greedy breaths. Those robust breaths in your presence that make you own me and you smile wicked for you are aware of your charm. My dreams-they have you tall and needy, I like you needy. As far as I am concerned my indigence for you is insatiable.