Tasting (By Tappy Tippy) : Part 2
There are few words to describe the smell of sesame oil. And I don’t have them…
It would be tough to, especially as the seductive perfume of rose essence in …
There are few words to describe the smell of sesame oil. And I don’t have them…
It would be tough to, especially as the seductive perfume of rose essence in …
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 …
Part1:The meandering this far…
— HOURS LATER—
The rain had drenched the city, taking off its racy edge. ‘Almost like after an orgasm…’ thought Neha as laughed out loud in …
Everything about the evening was cataclysmic. And sudden. Unexpected almost. As the golden sun setting down was suddenly surrounded by black clouds and the sweet coo of the cuckoo was …
I ask myself,
When will I be able to hold your hand
In public and say we are intertwined?
Is a vocal declaration
of my love necessary
for you?
I …
As a little child, I spent many hours in front of the mirror imitating my mom. Wearing her saree – big bindi – and then of course the earrings and …
You steal my words…
Steal them without knowing
As I numb my brain
my sexual desire
my illicit deep craving
for you…
You steal my words…
my feelings without me …
You are scared
Of being my inspiration
Of being just words and getting lost
in my solitary mental foreplay
How do I explain
that sometimes words are all I have?…
I ask myself,
When will I be able to hold your hand
In public and say we are intertwined?
Is a vocal declaration
of my love necessary
for you?
I …
You are not mine.
You were not since the days our eyes met.
Yet, you invade my dreams
without my permission
And I watch
helplessly
as these technicolour images
paint…
It was the first night I was spending in her apartment! I was to spend two weeks – having lost a bet with her… The prospect of a long lonely …
I know…
You think of me
When the radio plays
the song we danced on.
I know…
you think of me
when a status is updated
to evoke a response…
Third date. Always monumental.
This after a first date, which I had already blotted my copy book by wearing a short dress and talking about all the men in my …
Finally, a midnight shower
in the candlelight
All alone.
Exorcising you.
The desire
The mischief
No residue left
Of you
Of you and me
Making a memory
Now the steam …