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
This rapist and that molester
This corrupt politician, that suppressive leader.
This world is filled with closets.
And someday, I will learn to live without a single one.
I close my eyes, remembering all those
tiny fleeting moments which
I have captured in my memory.
They are the ones I live with.
At the Lodhi crematorium,
as the fire took her - outside
it was still raining - our hugs then
Because baby, look at me, I'm so silly. I'm a fool, 'coz you're so pretty.
When I'm tired I don't rhyme,
I make grammar mistakes all the time.
And Mr.Khan was dancing there.
The way he delivered,
That glint in the eye,
That curling of the lip...
I know when you wake up and go to the loo
Stalk your Twitter and Facebook.
It must have been a gay mosquito.
You know that one with the showy hinds,
Stripped and patterned?
For when we played doctor,
All diseases big and small,
Cured by nudging and tugging on our privates
Ah! Simplicity of that time and age.
While discovering us you suddenly seemed to have moved on,
Conflicted was the word you bombarded me with,
As I sat there wondering where I had slipped,
You’re my very last thought
You’re the battles I’ve fought
I knew it the day I first saw Megan Fox open up the hood of Sam Witwicky’s car in Transformers
Twas like a rush of adrenaline, the way we met
Dark lights, loud music, tipsy minds and a rushed kiss
Your eyes captivated me that Thursday night
And when we kissed, I just wanted more of you
Just take my hand
And let me lay in your arms
In sessions of adult amusements and private passions.
In a never before musical,
Dancing in patterns to unknown moves.
And what are you looking at mister ?
You can have what you see,
I just want something in return now.