Sensuous, sweet and exciting, she waited with bated breath for him, this sunny afternoon. It’s been a long wait; a year to be exact! Oh, how she longed to quench her carnal desires, to get lost in his insanity, his pleasures. She tasted the sweetness of his lips, moaned with her head still back and her eyes…
Poems
One Last Time
He stood at Terminal number One The top buttons of his shirt undone. Looking deep into her eyes he wondered When exactly has the magic faltered? They had made love only a while ago At his beautiful cottage on a meadow. A love so pure and true To the end, he saw this through. She…
My Old Room
The moon is nice and bright on this Saturday night; I enter my old room that smell of a different perfume. Here’s where my childhood was alive where I wailed, jumped and jived; Its paint is now worn and weathered treasured still, though smothered. I was only away for a year But that’s enough to…
A Pattern
She sits by the window And stares at the moon And on his cd player Is the same old tune. She knows every word Every line in each song It’s always on repeat And she starts to hum along. All the stars spell his name All the photos tell a tale And she smiles, sheds…
Guest Post: Magic
Hello, Folks. Today I am presenting to you a dear friend, an extremely talented blogger Ramya Rao who blogs at Words & Me. An engineer by profession, she loves to pen down poems, stories, travelogues and book reviews on her blog. A true bibliophile, she is all about women empowerment and doing her bit addressing…
Tokens of Love #writebravely
there’s a certain sadness in her eyes that words cannot express a love that’s lost melted halfway she is torn the trust is broken innocence betrayed one huge mistake the rush to label him as her love to quench the thirst of her soul choices are everywhere but she doesn’t think and hides behind a…
Night of Shame
The evening has arrived, The sun had set and the moon has shined, At the crack of dawn when the world will rejoice I will party with my friends and make some noise. Tomorrow is not just any other day, It’s a new year, new beginning, a fresh chance to be back from astray. Resolutions, goals…
Love #MicroPoetry
It’s a #MicroPoetry today! I hope you like it! This post is for Day 23 of UBC and Daily Chatter. Also linking to #MondayMusings @CorinneBlogs.
Will You Come Back?
She stood by the window And waited for her hero; All while wondering where it all went wrong For he was like her favourite slow song. She waited and waited in vain At least to meet his glare in fury and disdain. He was imprinted on her brain For forgetting the image of him made…
Paint my Life
Paint my life with florals. With all the joy they bring. Paint my life with florals. So it may feel like spring. Paint my life with florals. In autumn’s brilliant world. Paint my life with florals. Before my love whirl and swirl. This post is for Day 15 of UBC and Daily Chatter