MONSTERS in GENERAL

Had I known: The rendezvous with this monster would be such life-altering if only I get a peep through the shamelessly hung-open hooks of her blouse that my mind will get molested but with the bang-bang, I’ll miraculously find strength in the middle of my legs in between the shaking knees and a wish for…

REVERBERATING PANG | Free eBook distribution

Dear Friends, Hope you all are doing fantastic! As some of you might be aware that I recently got my first book of poetry collection “Reverberating Pang” published. Now, as a part of its marketing campaign, I’m giving out the free eBooks as of now. All you need to do is just click on the image…

STAY

Watching the time Rustling away From the edges of my fingertips Oh if I could freeze in this Sparkling bliss; I wish To linger on your aroma Slink on my existence For few more moments I know I haven’t spoken anything yet And this bit by bit evaporating magic Is getting me encircled In fear…

‘CAUSE I HAD MY BACK ON TOMORROW

Intuitively I knew I would end up wanting you One day so desperately When you would be here On this chair Talking to me Almost everything Out of topic, Unsurprisingly but in two I broke in lieu Holding your hand Watching it laying immobile Wanting you To hold mine too But obviousness use to be…

Madly in Love

Baby I I don’t wanna lie Just to keep you satisfy But I am really Really in love with you If I don’t get you I’ll die How can I? Tell you why Why I’m into you That high Maybe it’s your lips Or your eyes Makes me fall Keeps me fly Maybe it’s your…

Carriage of Unfinished Scripts

I can hear the sound of my creaking bones Like in the rhythm with a wooden carriage – Loaded with burden of unfinished scripts – I’m dragging. I wonder how my instinct has changed in last few years, The seeds that I gladly allowed you to plow inside me Were meant to grow into the trees…

The Village

Once upon a time: Under the murky clouds beyond the alley Surrounded by thickets and crickets There was a valley of Witch Mountain In opposite Polaris-direction, There, the moon was always tangerine And the air – like the musk of a virgin nymph There were the hooting wolves and witches’ coven. – Its naïve poor…

Anchor

Packed his bags when he chose to walk on the path no one walked before they cried they tried to grab his collar to get him back on the track to decide his destiny by the ways already known but He had his calculation on the spot He knew even if he failed they’ll know…