Window

August 23rd. I see a mistress through my bedroom window. A limp architecture, garnished in sour grapes secret, lying beside the queen-size bed of her apartment. One hand little inside her underwear other on Mr. Mercedes sitting on her face. The faint sound of music from 80’s and smoke lifting from ashtray tells me she…

UNFINISHED – V

A disputed queen of destruction*  as if she were secretly mating with the hounds. Her eyes penetrated shadows. Her soul was vantablack abound. She chewed her buccal, shunned the appalling swines. Often she suffered but eventually turned out fine. Daunting damsel, she had a lot to offer other than howl, hunt, hurt or hiss. Haunted…

The Idea of You – II

The idea to push you off the cliff, and grab you just when you’re about to crash. Make you feel like shit, then help you discover your treasure outta that trash. You may be the apple of many eyes, but darling, they don’t see what makes you you. I am not the treasure hunter, hunting…

NOTHING

An old wooden bridge. An abandoned boat under it. One fading sun. A weather getting slightly wet. We’ve found us with rumbling storm inside our heads. And hell lot of things to discuss. A classic romantic novel. A pack of bourbon cigarettes.  The ascending moon and happily chirping crickets. We’ve found us with heavy eyes…

THROWBACK

Halting, succumbing in my tracks. Falling down; widening my cracks. Approaching September-wind blows the gone distress. Seems like one heck of a throwback. The time got stiff; it doesn’t seem to bend. Failed all my attempts; left with no amendments. One moment, I’m patient like a tree. At another, a woodpecker so impatient. What is…

Thirty-Three

She was a fragile body, but the loud love in her heart had often made them sprint, in, then away in a split-second. She was not meant to be undressed for those who were oscitant. For ramming and rummaging her aroused body was not for the faint-hearted. And then her fascination for number thirty-three was…

Before Autumn Hits

Drinking on incomprehensible fantasies, Sinking, pondering upon what we can be, Been busy stretching out my heartstrings, Wrung out, craving for an unfeasible beginning. Like I’ve been like this for ages. Winter wind froze me to death; summer burned me in stages. Lost my sanity multiple times, Got back up nicely; had been really nice….

A season of cold

Your memories hang over Like some sticky patch of clouds, Dripping all over my face In slow, sore motions. Just like violet sky, Violent wind, Or hefty downpour feels on a shaky window, Thundering clouds rumble in my head, Thunderous heart Thinking Thousand things I gotta undo. But I can’t do. As I recall us…

Together Never | Section 55

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A calm topaz sea, illuminated like crystals in the sunlight. Everything was completely visible and peacefully serene, yet without the source of light in the clear sky, the time of the day was hard to predict. Neal was standing at the beach, waiting. Although he came into consciousness just at the…

Thinking About You

Tiny diamonds sprinkled over my head. Floating oceans in my heart. Broken dreams circling my vanilla sky. Mental tug of war breaks me in parts. My reality a spinning enigma, Stumbling on serendipity. Brave-heart I won’t give-up dreaming, What if torn by this heartless city. Tried often the words I couldn’t speak. I whisper them…

Unfinished – II

A queen of twisted endings, As if she had a fascination for misery. Her smile tore her lips from the edges. Her laughter was an alkaline chemistry. She craved for Moon in moonless nights, Hid when it was one sparkling satellite. Beaming in love with her could’ve been a pleasure, But is already an ache…

Sane till tomorrow

Stretch our veins till empyreal realm, Scratch a track for barren broken dreams, Stick our nails in skulls of martyrs, And crack apertures, reach their memories, Then call us lunatics, For we hunt apathy and dread, Be better than fanatics: bloodcrows indeed, And treasure humanity, Vociferate for what we loved and lost, Get drenched in…

So Gone

I miss your warm words tumble down my throat, reach the bottom of my psyche, and melt with a long hiss. I miss your long bare legs dressed in moisture, smoky mascara eyes, and lips eager for a kiss. This wind blows through me our awesome time, and I feel vulnerable amid rousing sputtering sensation…

Hello (Update on Together Never)

Hello, Friends   So I finally finished the fourteen-month marathon writing. It had been quiet a journey from draft-1 to draft-2 to draft-3. Yes, I know it was a long duration, but this book wasn’t even a baby. I realized that I wrote over 350,000 words to get the final draft of around 150,000 words….

Oilpainting Blur

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Gautam opened his eyes with his hands on his stiffened, clogged chest. He knew his lungs had enough tar, but there was something else too that gripped his molecules. It was loneliness. Although he hated waking up like this, it had been the only feeling that never left. His eyes hurt…

For she had to mother

Barricaded in persistent desire to mother her child, her senses ruptured like an old building collapses in a series of controlled explosions, so its misfortune is tamed. Her strength truncated with ever inflating emotional burden; nothing could’ve stabilized her imbalances, neither native wealth, affection, nor faith in Almighty’s intent. The cyclic hollowness of day and…