Last year, it witnessed a beautiful fall
White and yellow roses - blossomed tall
Long tailed slender blue birds flocked it all
Is he a boy or a girl.
A half woman, not man enough.
She is faking it, he is not for real
They is not themselves.
All my life I wrote about boys
But I looked at girls a certain way
Boys, I dated, yes, I did
But only girls managed to take my breath away
I really like you and miss you. Randomly. For no reason at all.
But this you will never hear.
The closet is a dark place.
But it has the safety of anonymity.
Once upon a time you carried your heart on a sleeve
And now, the sleeve is shorter.
Thousand AKSHAYs just cut their wrists
Fearing what their parents would say,
A hundred JAIs inhaled gas from a burning stove
Humiliated by those ‘Oh-So-Dear’ relatives,
But, don’t you worry!
They were just a part of that “miniscule minority”.
I wrote this at a time when I could only turn to the internet while I was coming to terms with my sexuality.
Hey there! I’m calling out to you
Dark skinned and lean and a slight beard too.
The Solidarity Song highlights not only the uniqueness of this country and the pride we feel, but also the challenges that lie ahead.
Turn bed sheets into balls and traces the point from where the streetlight falls gently on his chest.
There were times, I have wished the strangest things.
That handsome boy in train,
all the love in his eyes I see,
his hands are but down in motion,
for his groin is infested with flea.
She thought of Love as exception-making
She made an exception
She loved someone who could not love
Treason, rape, murder and theft
And how many more, shall I make you count?
Tears could not have graced that smile
A map of 76 summers
On her face
The conversation that night I loved though I don’t remember
There was the talk the laugh and there was you
How many you say
Must there be my kind?
Some must be east facing, some west
Some under some and some on top.
Like the sunshine of the morning sky,
Let your love flow high and high,
The season is so warm and pretty,
Let the sunshine never die...
Fresh towels and fluffy pillows
Fresh smelling skin with a perfect blend on the taste buds