“Just a few moments, wait, finish the wine” I tell myself. It is funny. After waiting for days and being patient, these moments of keeping my hands off you while you are right in front of me are unbearable. Your eyes are doing most of the talking while you’re trying to fill in a few sentences to break the silence.
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Fiction stories and poems by the Gaysi to be read by all.
Ashu. Gaunt features, a fair skin that accentuated his eye-brows and uneven spread of facial hair, Peshwa ‘Bali’ on his left ear’s cartilage, some uneven teeth across luscious, yet sort of dry lips and a naturally sweet smile, earthy shades of color on the semi-Indian clothes he wore, simple white cotton undies. Ashu was an attractive bottom – to the extent, he wouldn’t even do anything during sex except kiss, so passive that the top would have to do all the hard ploughing.
Amidst all the noise, all the crowd and all that hypocrisy, I saw you and I saw a cigarette fall. Boys getting drunk, dirty dancing, sex on the floor. Fake smiles, fake body language, fake accents, fake laughs and fake opinions. All to get laid.
My BB misses you so badly nowadays Cannot accept you’ve moved on to another phase My Gmail account feels no better Sad that you no longer wanna write it a letter
If only my tears would dry a bit quicker My heart would surely cease to feel sicker The fear, the anguish, the pain and sighs Would wither away, perish, extinguish and die.
I’m staring at the ceiling. I don’t remember when I rolled on to my back. Or when my eyes opened. Or how long I had been watching the fan. Or how the rivers of sadness had carved their route from eyes to ears. A steady stream. Unceasing. I weakly asked the mind to build a dam, stop the flow. But the mind only listens to the strong. That is the law. “She doesn’t love you anymore....” I closed my eyes keeping the wetness within.
No baby stay where you are We’ve come this way but only so far, This is where I draw the line And tread carefully so you stay on your side
Shifting forward in her seat, Dee gave Jane enough room to wrap her legs around her. She then lifted Jane and moved so that she lay on the seat. Dee looked down at Jane fondly and brushed her hair out of her face, tracing her jaw with a finger. She bent down and kissed her, grinding into Jane. Jane matched her thrust for thrust and moan for moan. Grabbing Jane’s waist with both hands, Dee started to trace a line with her lips, starting from her neck, across her stomach and down to the waistband of Jane’s pants.
Seeing an opportunity to remove the small wedge that evening had driven between them, a hesitant Dee ventured, “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you.” Jane stopped concentrating on the yellow streetlights whizzing by and refocused her complete attention on Dee. Their eyes locked and neither of them was able to look away or even seemed to want to. Their eyes glinted, more from burgeoning desire than from the headlights of the cars passing by.
That one summer evening in Bandstand had been filled with spurts of honest, passionate words, comfortable silences and moments which had left Dee torn between two choices; one more tempting than the other. She had come dangerously close to breaking the rule she had set for herself: never sleep with someone you’re meeting for the first time when you know you won’t be able to think of it as just a one night stand.
But here’s the thing- while I build sandcastles in the air Without warning, you leave me in despair Citing fundamental irreconcilable differences My incessant future planning being top of your dispute references
It's that time of the year and one of those odd days, when a waxing moon's light is good enough to awaken a city drenched in darkness with its cool, lustrous fingers - for there is no light glowing, no fans or fridges on, only powersaver lamps and generators that drone the quiet of the evening - for there's been a blackout.
Love happens. What do you mean? Means... it happens. You know? I don’t know. So at the risk of sounding irritating...what do you mean? Chhh ... I don’t know. (A Gawd Moment!)
A group of girls in cheer leading outfits are seen standing against a green screen. The camera tracks in towards them, moving in closer, focusing on stomping feet and colliding hands. It’s the final shot of a 30 sec commercial for ‘Chuck Barris Shoes’. The director calls for silence on the floor.
Chasing a ghost I am, with you. Echoes of words are all you leave behind
Aditi saw her for the first time as she cycled back home. It was the same route every day and she could do it with her eyes closed. In fact even though they remained open, nothing really registered for most of the time it was in another world that she found herself. But just as she swung her cycle into the turn leading to her house, a splash of colour crossed her way at the last minute, making her swear and swerve.
I've got the basic right to pee Not on the wall The basic right to shag Not the neighbor's child I've got the basic right To live, not to kill
There’s a special feel to the morning. H gets out of bed, stretching into the limitless possibilities that the day can bring forth. A coffee and a smoke later, she gets down to business: sending endless smiles to new and old alike on her favourite Lesbian site, PS. The fact that she isn’t a member and can’t do much more than smile doesn’t deter her from researching the newbies or giving old timers another chance.
I want to be the reason behind your skyrocketing phone bills. the reason why you can’t stay awake at work. the one you think of when a particular song plays; when any song plays.
She was always my ‘Ma’. Anand and I were the only grandchildren who had the privilege to call her ‘Ma’, since we both were brought up by her in our childhood years with the joint family, away from our own biological parents. Paatti brought me to the world of ‘Mini’-Mami and her family for six, Siva and his family in the hutment opposite our house, and the owner’s family above with some noisy twins who had weird names.