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This rapist and that molester
This corrupt politician, that suppressive leader.
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This world is filled with closets.
And someday, I will learn to live without a single one.
Do You Not Know, I Love You The Most?
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
At the Lodhi crematorium,
as the fire took her - outside
it was still raining - our hugs then
were longer,
warmer.
Poem : Will You Go Out With Me?
Because baby, look at me, I'm so silly. I'm a fool, 'coz you're so pretty.
Weirdo
When I'm tired I don't rhyme,
I make grammar mistakes all the time.
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...
This Valentine’s Day … Get A Restraining Order!
I know when you wake up and go to the loo
Stalk your Twitter and Facebook.
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.
When You Lose More Than Just The One You Love
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,
Almost
You’re my very last thought
You’re the battles I’ve fought
When I Knew….
I knew it the day I first saw Megan Fox open up the hood of Sam Witwicky’s car in Transformers
To Her From Her
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
Forget
Just take my hand
And let me lay in your arms
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 Courteous Traveller.
Streetscape.
When All The Gay Boys
When all the gay boys get their shit
together, go to the gym and get fit