Archive for authorMayank Bisht

Clouds, stars, lousy humans and romantic bugs, mushrooms and starfish are what I write about. These verses are fantastical dreams and twisted realities. A rich broth of many secrets, some as is and some tempered with. Be cautious before tasting.
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.
The Cup Of Tea
Watching sunrise from my terrace top, I slowly sip tea from a cup.
A Devious Appeal.
Treason, rape, murder and theft
And how many more, shall I make you count?
Play The Game In This Awesome Poem : “Counting Queers”
How many you say
Must there be my kind?
Some must be east facing, some west
Some under some and some on top.
Offended Of Sorts.
This rapist and that molester
This corrupt politician, that suppressive leader.
Traveling Local In Mumbai? Need A Little Help?
Between Borivili to Churchgate
How many men and how many stains ?
Where The Hell Were The Gay Boys?
ROL was an effort to liberate, to emancipate, to earn a little glory and a gentle nudging process for a few that thought that “Queer-ism” is all about sex.
Doing Mr. Khan : Ever Had This BollyWood Fantasy?
And Mr.Khan was dancing there.
The way he delivered,
That glint in the eye,
That curling of the lip...
Exploring The Redundant
It must have been a gay mosquito.
You know that one with the showy hinds,
Stripped and patterned?
Read A Poem That Tickles : The Musings Of A Gay Loafer
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.
A Marvelous Poem That Mocks The Non-Arguments For 377
Bright & bubbly, like how you see all girls
For I always seemed like that as well
It must have poisoned my lunch everyday
For after that I have been gay
The Fight For Invisibility
Today I am an item of undesired and wrong prejudices. Some tell what is right for me and some tell me what is wrong.
Gay, Sexual …And A Pain In Your Ass?
I'm gay. I'm quite sure of it and I'm quite gay about it. Men and their crotches are fascinating. Why wouldn't they be ?
If Things Were A Little Different
I tried a lot to get myself to talk to you in person but I failed in courage and guts. I’m 25 and I feel I’m living a lie.
Over-Apetite
Rahul remembered the exact second they started. Not always did he keep a count (to pick up the best one on an anniversary or a birthday to excite and at its worst, as weapons for the arguments and fights).
One Night Stands.
In sessions of adult amusements and private passions.
In a never before musical,
Dancing in patterns to unknown moves.
Pleading.
And what are you looking at mister ?
You can have what you see,
I just want something in return now.
The Sin City
Must I tell you this is no wonderland of Alice. It's a grown up and a more selfish place.