From the balcony

1

You come to my balcony
often
look at the horizon
the hills
I don’t know the name of
the everlasting clouds
I don’t know the season of
and you quietly
smile
to yourself
the wine
waits in a glass
my touch
& whispers
play
you like a harp

2

I say the same thing
every time
yet
you squirm
delightfully
tiptoeing
the line of yes and may be

I say the same thing
every time
it’s you
who brace it
shiver from it
and make them new

3

You think it’s easy for me
to have you
stand here
& appreciate
farthest realities
while I burn
in a cold fire
next to you

Well, it isn’t
but it’s only
a matter of time
when one of us succumbs
& the walls
come down

4

The walls falling
lines blurred,
it’s a fun moment

that decides
who takes over
a game
neither is afraid of losing

& then
those dangerously
slippery slopes
against which
is the utopia
of climax

or, is that another
beginning?

5

Your eyes are liars
your eyes are on fire
your eyes are numb
still hungry to succumb

your eyes are liars
and I always give in
fall for that sweet trap
till I am driest within

Your eyes have power
even in a shade
they don’t see the light
yet sharper than blade

6

The stars on your neck
inked into your soul
our soul,
dare I say

as if you don’t have
enough ammunition
already
the curled soft bit on lips
is a killer already

& yet
you open
you neck
to unforeseen galaxies
to face wrath of time

7

You could say,
Restrain me
the aching tension
is unbearable~
but I won’t

It is us stringed
together
through entangled
fate of unfulfilled

Us, now, here
is the
quasi-constant-eternity
we’ll devour each other

there’s no running away
from it

8

This titillating swordplay~
you recon
it’s a battle?

I say no
it isn’t

whether the wave
gets stopped by the rock
or the rock
gets lashed by untamed wave
~I see that as one

The important thing
my love is
they’re destined
to storm

9

The golden of your skin
against the
scarlet of sunset

as light
transcends
last 8 minutes of
it’s penultimate flight
of the day from sun

the molten lava
of that golden passion
dribble through
my intenstine

a golden last kiss
albeit for
breathtaking 8 minutes

10

I take your hand
& you guide me
from one heaven
to another

What lies beneath
is no fine satin
no soft fabric
or mattress

No earthly bed
can write
such joyous vibes
to our pleasures pores,
I tell you that

11

When I look
into those delicate
innocent
eyes of yours
twinkling

When I take
a moment
to let those lush lips
swell, a bit more
after merciless
subjugation

& compare with
the unceremonious dame
I remind myself
how important it is
to look beneath the shell

12

Look at the mirror
you’d see
two broken people

Look at the stars above
you’d see
a version of completeness

We tell our hearts
stories
harmless enough
to live bye

Tear down those walls &
Look into each other
you’d see
true serendipity

13

Write off those thin
subtle
marks
from oozing passion,
can you?

pleasure
isn’t centre
of everything
but it’s what makes
our moment
this

ignore not
for abyss
isn’t short lived,
shall we
cultivate hearts
in our fall?

14

Let’s say
you
turned away
It’d be hard
believe
you’re shy

instead
far from it
you face away
to territories
hitherto
unexplored

you face away
but don’t
hide
those
very vocal
pleasure strings

your back
my hands
your canvas
my brushes
we paint
till inks run out

15

we write our story
as two
intertwined
love thirsty
ill fated
strangers

come to think
of the barriers
we’ve overcome
thus far,
our subtle
art of understatement
is sublime

16

We define
what we want
this moment
to be

the vines
that we embody
in our embrace

the nectar
we suck
the elixir
of our purest

the shadows we cast
to the mysteries
of past

the sunshine
we glow
into each other

today
we bloom

17

I’ve been
searching
for you,
in you
that one tiny spot
of purity

One
that is synonymous
with your soul
& not so humble
cry for irresistible
unending
crescent

pleasure dwindles
right there
a far cry
a deep
search

lovers swim a lifetime
in the quest

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Pretence

I am a river – told you before,
you aren’t the tree
holding sands on the bank;
Not the pebble on my bed,
Nor the accompanying thunder
Or chasing clouds
Wonder, who you’re?

You were there with me
When I was an insolent brook
& loved to turn the world upside down
In brazen desire
To make my way
I know you were there Continue reading