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.

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 …

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 …

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 …

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

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 …

Dear Devadasi : A Poem

Darling devadasi, will you not dance for me?
Damsel of temples, I have seen you dance endlessly,
I have yet to take my eyes off you,
I am drawn by …

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