It really was 'A Bad Day'. The script was haunting me. Backstage drama had reached its peak. I stormed out of the green room and walked. Simply walked. It was the eve of the performance.
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Fiction stories and poems by the Gaysi to be read by all.
It was one of those busy days. As I was walking up the college driveway, I saw her walk inside the gate. She was fiddling with her phone. I tried to hide but, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
Finally, after giving me, what She thought were adequate chances to respond, she held my hand firmly. Not just with love, not just as comfort but as a command, she caught my gaze and dared me to look away with her eyes. I didn’t.
We were four pitchers down. It was the fifth date. Alcohol gave her liquid courage she said. It was just verbal diarrhea, I thought.
When I thought of meeting you, My heart jumped and my trepidation grew
I share this comfortable space with you, where I don’t need to say anything, you figure it out anyway. Sometimes I rant; sometimes I don’t say a word. And you are always there with your cup of tea.
Like bumping my toe against obstructive wood, I savour the pain, instead of doing as I should. I ache and ache, But I refuse to break
There we were. Sitting in a coffee shop. Talking, sharing and bonding
I knew her inside out like an addictive YouTube video. Intimacy meant 5 Mbps and a great date was a call that didn't drop. When I kissed her, she saw emoticons.
Honestly, what I feel around you, annoys me. I just don’t know what it is! I am hoping it shall fade away soon. Or maybe not.
Let's run away and play on the beach And build sand castles while bathing in sunlight.
All I want is that one person. The over-rated one person. Him, who makes me feel like the half of one.
There was something about her. Something that drew me to her. The way she carried herself. Her smile. Sigh! Her smile is enticing.
It was the first day of the new year and I was on an island on the southernmost tip of the Pearl of the Indian Ocean.
Everyday I think of you and keep wondering if you thought of me…. And if you did – what made you do so.
There is no one word, To explain, There are many sides to us, Those make us one being.
What do I do when an attractive young man sits across me with his legs spread so wide that his thighs and organ strain against the fabric of his jeans?
Salvaged my soul, but the mirror it cracked, And you wonder why I'm always black.
Somewhere deep within… I see you cross your legs and sit right across me I hear you smoke that cigarette I see you fiddle with your hair
If you could see what I see, you would know why I choose to sleep If you could hear what I hear, you would know why the silence If you could feel what I feel, you would know why I am me