When All The Gay Boys
When all the gay boys get their shit
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Archive for the tag Poems
The Closet
If I could, I would.
But I won’t.
For I can stay in forever
And never be found out.
Chakka Party
Cop come to party.
My friends party.
He say to us that it is chakka party.
Hold Me
Hold me. Stay here. I’d like to feel.
Don’t…Don’t go away for I like your smell.
Don’t step back for I feel something warm,fuzzy and comforting.
Don’t withdraw for I …
Ruth Vanita : Gender, Sex and the City (Urdu Poetry 1780-1870 – Author Reading)
Join SALGA NYC and come meet Ruth Vanita and hear from her new book: Gender, Sex and the City: Urdu Poetry 1780-187.
The Fifth Date
We were four pitchers down.
It was the fifth date.
Alcohol gave her liquid courage she said.
It was just verbal diarrhea, I thought.
She looked cute, telling me stories …
Yours
When I thought of meeting you,
My heart jumped and my trepidation grew
I thought we’d wait,
I thought I’d have time to sit and anticipate.
Yet, you thought otherwise…
Who Am I?
A wandering palm reader once asked,
“Do you know who you are?”
Who am I?
The answer is not so simple,
It is more complex than just a name,
We …
QI Book Club: Poetry with Arundhathi Subramaniam
We have invited poet Arundhathi Subramaniam to hold a poetry session with the Queer Ink book club.
Today
Just before this picture was taken, it appears like
The barber had put a bowl upside down on your head
And trimmed what laid outside of it.
Somewhere Deep Within
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
I hear your …
If You Could
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 …
I Gave My Word…
…to love…not just always, but worse, all ways!
Now I find, what I thought was just mind and body
Is a love that ideally, should be of the soul and …
Queer Azadi Mumbai (QAM) 2012 : Do It Now!
Come on my queer,
Get in gear.
Gay prides just a month away,
Through the streets we want to play.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch,
Doesn’t mean you need to get your panties in a bunch.
Delirious Collision
Her soft pink fingers rose
Toward my lipstick hued
Fast approaching breathless
Partially open mouth!
We stood still… the only movement now
Paused, staring into each other
With scorching orbs,…
Hello – Goodbye!
Three little words
“Time and space”
Justify immediate exits
With a touch of grace
“It’s about me…not you”
Another favourite – so true
To soften the blow
‘Cause they …
When Tears Don’t Flow
When tears don’t flow
And all is trapped
All you feel is numb
And nothing else
Paralyzed with pain
All that flashes is the past
When tears don’t flow…
Morning After
My dear
Here’s a little about me.
I hate crowded roads.
I hate walkways filled with men
where I have to dodge unwanted touch.
I’m not much a lover of …
Here’s a little about me.
I hate crowded roads.
I hate walkways filled with men
where I have to dodge unwanted touch.
I’m not much a lover of …
F Off!
F off, you call this love?
you don’t know what it is to serenade
you could, I’m sure, climb up a mountain, and push me too
Nose Ring
Your nose ring
It calls out to me.
Almost saying
touch me, tinker bell
It glints, telling me…
I am so within your reach
Your nose ring is
like a …
