April 2012
3 posts
“My name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.”
– Warsan Shire (via dropsofmystory)
at the thought of you
warsanshire:
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i gut fruit with my mouth
push tongue into black belly of papaya
peel lychee with teeth
bite into ripe pear
suck on stone of mango
all of this, over the kitchen sink
barefoot
middle of winter
sticky hands pushing hair away from face
moaning into sweet flesh
the whole time
your name flat against the roof of my mouth.
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The Creative's cry
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to write for fun, or to write because I feel the urge to put down on paper some desperate urge or some deep feeling that can’t be voiced, ever.
I put it down to my “creative writer” title, forcing me to be the most critically creative among a sea of amateurs who can’t write worth anything, so much so that the plain but eloquent...
March 2012
3 posts
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Somewhere
A painting
Fixed in the mind’s eye;
The still twilight
The damp, dry grass
The fallen delicate-pink petals
And the white storks
Cranes
God knows what they are really called
Standing amongst the sweet debris
With the looming church behind them makes
A fanciful backdrop.
Standing
Still as the night
And the unmoving leaves
On the flowering, green
Trees.
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Ruffle-able
Nat King Cole
Croons about unforgettable
You
And I feel, forgettable
An exception to the rule
That should ordinarily be
Absolute.
I should be, unforgettable
The can’t-get-enough
Variety,
Not the mild, cute, affection-
Rousing thing
Whose hair is so conveniently
Ruffle-able.
February 2012
2 posts
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I must be a Prude
Like a straight-laced
School marm with
Principles
and Values and Morals
like No Pre-Marital Sex
and No
Secret Alcove or
Rooms with
Covert beds for
Rs. 1500 per long
Hot
Four hours.
When I spring away
My lips must purse
Prudishly
Not Earth-shattring
Nerve-ends tingling
Toe-curling
Hot and heated up
Stomach clenching
Desird,
Not the need to
Run my greedy
Searching
Hands...
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Prudish
Like a straight-laced
School marm with
Principles
and Values and Morals
like No Pre-Marital Sex
and No
Secret Alcove or
Rooms with
Covert beds for
Rs. 1500 per long
Hot
Four hours.
When I spring away
My lips must purse
Prudishly
Not Earth-shattring
Nerve-ends tingling
Toe-curling
Hot and heated up
Stomach clenching
Desird,
Not the need to
Run my greedy
Searching
Hands...
January 2012
4 posts
What I wasn't good at
Not the catch you bit
or the hold you in the grips of beauty
not the impress bit
The make people wonder what’s going on bit
The stun with my sudden
Changed appearance.
And although it’s easy to think so,
Not even the make you laugh bit
Or the pick you up bit.
It’s the place where you need
Something indefinable
The comfort of a like-minded being
Who understands
...
: When I think of you.... →
newbeatnik:
When I think of you, I think about movement. Going, running, travelling, Forward and together, Two streams into one river, Two friends, Two lovers, Two of us Moving together.
When I think of you, I think about nature. And how we both long To get back to it. Verdant fields Deep clear…
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Without
Crowded and Alone
At a table bustling with friends and
Lovers.
Gossip, chit-chat and
Hey do you remember that time when
Jokes
Fly by in the whirl
In front of me
Which I watch
With interest,
From without.
Ringing In 2012, Around the World →
People gathered from Beijing to Kabul to New York to celebrate the new year.
December 2011
4 posts
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Hot Pervy Mess: I'm Shy in Real Life →
hotpervymess:
If I say “I love you” with ease, I probably don’t mean it that way.
That Way being: I’m in love with you, I can’t breathe without thinking of you first, my heart sparkles at your touch, I imagine a future with you, I’m utterly vulnerable to you, and you have all the power.
If I love you…
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At the un-godly hour
The night is damp
The scent of rain
Clings to concrete.
The hour of transformation
From princess to ragamuffin,
Images of carriages
Parade ahead of
My unseeing eyes.
I think of you
Amidst the unseemly
Paraphernalia of
Romance;
A phone, my books,
No obvious reminders,
No sweet tokens,
But I think of you
And I smile.
October 2011
3 posts
&: Turn me into poetry →
iamonlytemporary:
You tried to turn me into poetry, Tried to use me as a muse. You draped adjectives around my neck, Documenting my every move And adorning them all with moonlit glitter. The intimate flick of my wrist As I spooned sugar into your hot chocolate, The manoeuvering of my lips As I sipped my black tea.
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Rain dream
It rains outside
And I sit in my space
Composing poems
Clouding my head
With their impractical thoughts
Of you and other intricacies.
It’s a contrast to the work in front
Of me, with its Black
And White beauty of practicality.
But it’s raining
And the weather is fine for a dream
So I close my eyes
Momentarily
And grin.
September 2011
5 posts
1 tag
A content day
Today was a reasonably good day. I did not falter to think of the future, I didn’t doubt if my little successes count, and I did not stop to think if what I am and what I do is of any use whatsoever to the world.
How little we think to be grateful for days of contentment.
when you see free samples at the grocery store.
elitefilth:
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“Nightswimming deserves a quiet night”
– “Nightswimming”, R.E.M. 