First Kiss

I learnt the language of love

In the vernacular of thoughts

In the vulgarity of desire

In the volatility of touch

The fumbling of hands

The crumpling of flesh

The panting for breath

In that sweet kiss of yours

Wink, wink, wink…

***In memory of 31/10/2003, not one of those days!***

Writing

If you want to be a poet

Listen to the melody in your heart

To spawn a prose

You’ll need a loose imagination

To do drama

You need some actions

If you want to be a dog

Just bark: woof! Woof!!

Heartbeat

My Heartbeat

Ours was a life

A fleeting dream

A muffled scream

A doused fire

But our times

Were pure pleasure

A dream to relish

A bite to munch

A tune to hum

You are a memory

To keep and share

You are a song

To learn and teach

You are a vision

To see and show

You are a love lost

A battle drawn

A dark recess

But, a part of me still