Shroud of Mystery

You are my silence...
You are ...
My shroud of mystery ...
My blood stained past...
My indignation ...
My downfall.

So much deep within ..
It pains to keep it all in...
Such vagrancy...
A zealot to the core ...
You walked away ...
Leaving a bleeding heart behind.

You are my secret ...
The Shroud of mystery...
A simmering volcano within ...
My words ...
Ashes spewed ...
A fuming lava within...
Waiting to be unleashed...
You are my Shroud of mystery ...
Waiting to be unravelled.

Sand in an ocean ...

Always slipping away ...
Life is like sand ...
In an Ocean...
Always slipping away.

Under the feet...
With the salty water...
Life just slips away ...
Slides away...
Losing balance ...
Staggering to get a foothold ...
Life is like this...
Sometimes stable..
Sometimes...
Just slipping away ...
Like sand in an ocean.

Etched in memory ...

He said he didn't love her anymore ...
Etched in memory ...
Are these words ...
Resounding ever so loud...
With each passing moment...
Those words ...
Echoing in her ears ...
A vertigo developing ...
A vortex she is being sucked in.

What about the baby?
The one that grows within her ...
His image within her womb ...
Theirs it was meant to be ...
Now ... only hers to fend for...
She was happy he was there ...
Now no more...
Just jer and his in her lonely world...
In her aloneness she has found his world...
Entwined in jers ...
Like their fingers when making love ...
Like their slithering torsos...
Sliding along each other.

Etched in memory ...
These images ...
She walks head held high ...
Tears kept at bay ...
Suppressing the salt water ...
Lest the dam bursts ...
She quickens her steps...
Lost in a world ...
Where he can hurt her no more.

Why do you read me?

Move on Buddy ...
Don't waste time reading me...
There are better things to do ...
Than read an old flame ...
Why do you read me?
Stop this bad habit ...
It will make you all the more morose ...
And leave me catching my breath...
We need to go our ways ..
Find our calling ...
You lost your chance ...
When you turned your back ...
Like a coward ...
You whimpered and whined.

Losing hope in your abilities ...
As a man ...
To be a Man ...
You need to be strong ...
To stand your ground ...
To be with the chosen one ...
You lost your high ground ...
You showed your back ..
Cowards don't deserve anything ...
Stop reading me ...
I know you are.

The mood is set ...

Chirpy days, gloomy days ...

Days of fun filled happiness ...

Ones of morose thoughts ...

Days of glee and gay abandon ...

Days of drives to his workplace ...

Days of long drives out of town ...

Nights of  sheer pleasure and fun ...

Lying awake in his arms.

Days of coffees and hot chocolate ...

Muffins and croissants ...

Days making love on his table top ...

Days of stolen kisses ...

Soft whispers of I Love You ...

Murmurs of heartbeat too ...

The nights stolen and lived ...

The entwining of bodies ...

Passion running high ...

Oblivious of all else ...

Moans of pleasure ...

Groans of orgasm ...

Yes.... The one who gave it all ...

He returns in thoughts again.

The mood is set ...

Yet for another round of sex, sleaze and apathy ...

Yet another heartbreak ...

But, Lovers do not care.

You are the Music ...

You are the Music I want to hear ...
You are the sound of pearly drops...
You are the passion I have loved ...
You are the trench coat I want.

In your voice lies ...
The path to my salvation ...
The peace of my mind ...
When you sing songs ...
I know they are meant for me.

Your words reverberate ...
In the core of my bleeding heart ...
The very essence of my being ...
Shattered by your betrayal.

You are the drums of heaven ...
Beating upon my soul ...
You are my sonnet ...
Of a dark rainy day.

Entrapped in your melodious voice...
My emotions wreak havoc on my mind....
The feelings flare up ...
Raging within a hurt heart.

You are the music that made my days ...
You are the sound of my heart ...
You were very close ...
Now a memory of the distant past.

जुस्तजू ... कुछ भी तो नहीं

आरज़ू हो या जुस्तजू सब एक दिन चक्नाचूर हो ही जातें हैं
कुछ नहीं बचता उस नापाक दिल का
जो मोहब्बत करने चला होता है
नादान दिल झान्सों में आ जाता है
बहक जाता है झूठ और फरेब के जाल में
फिर कुछ नहीं बचता उस पागल प्रेमी का
न वजूद न दिमाग
कुछ रह जाता है तो वो एक जिंदा लाश
और कुछ नहीं
काश की ये  न होती
ये नापाक मोहब्बत
ये जुस्तजू
कुछ न होता
फिर तो कुछ भी न होता
वैसे भी क्या पुछें एक जिंदा लाश से
कुछ भी नहीं
उसके अरमानों का गला तो घूट चूका
बचा क्या है उसके पास
कुछ भी तो नहीं
कुछ भी नहीं

Vagina Monologue ... Rant of the Rump

In a mood for some comedy ...
Let us make tuneless music ...
Music on what? He said ...
She said ...
Why not a monologue on something?
What, he said ...
Hmmm... lemme think she said....
And, they brainstormed ...
They decided on ...
A monologue ...
Of the most misused ...
Object of desire ....
And, here it goes ...

Poor me ...
Sucked and fucked or life ...
To give life ...
To the suckers milk ...
If not for cuss words ...
I am lost in the bushes ...
If not for the constant fingering ...
Am  left untouched ...
Ah! The orgasm ...
None can give ...
Am a loner till a boner ...
Tags along with ...
A potbellied sinner ...
Making me poor Les' Miserable'...
Yikes! My plight ...
Poor me ...
Sticking it out ...
With a sticky stiff stick ...
Going limp before ...
I can even say the letter "O'.

Losing juices over a limp wimp ...
I crib and nag ....
I the vagina ...
Constantly in a monologue ...
A dialogue is a far cry...
Suppressed by a dildo ...
A pimp of desire ...
A limp figure ...
Panting beside her.

Attuning her tuning fork ...
The vagina gears up ...
For yet another dry spell ...
For her whims and fancies differ ...
From the wimps and pansies of th World.