Archive for authorHuma Khan

Poem: Infatuation

My voice could never make a sound Hers is like silence twirling around Even a sigh could reach her and shy away

Poem: The Table

At a table in the corner Whirling her world in my cup Cream still appears like a meaning She said, had lost over the years The waves of her desire Gush at my feet on the shore I long to seep away in the ocean I long to go with her

An Apology

To what limits can the destitution drive you, then was my turn to experience the thrill and the peace of having you to just talk with.

What Are The Chances?

People here want adrenaline, excitement, climbing mountains together, candlelight dinners, but I just want a boring routine, an every day with you.

Poem : Sometimes

Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious, I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see In your arms your need throb's delusional She is dearer to you than the air you breathe Sometimes, I just want to be her.
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