I want to ...

I have a dream ...
A bucket list of things to do, places to  visit...
Yes, Paris ... France first in the list , with you ... hand in hand ... walking the lanes and bylanes ... watching the moon over the Eiffel tower...

 The green lawns of Lyon ... all the way to the Alps ...  the  country famed for its Chocolates ... the canals , Belgium , a dream come true .. Bruges to visit , to strengthen our vows. 

A dream , wishes to fulfill... dreams to live.

Sipping coffee your favourite and the bubbly Champagne , mine ... by the road side cafes ... whispering sweet nothings by the Sienne, ... yes , lovely walks along the Sienne ... a dream come true it will be.,

When , how , where ... is it possible... only time can tell ... waiting for the signs ... the telltale signs of unbridled love ... making love under the  clouds on moonlit nights ... howling joyous cries ...
That's love ... the essence wafting in my consciousness.

Buoyed by hope ...

Hoping against hope ...
Bobbing to surface again ...
The whirlpool of life ...
Dragging her within...
She is buoyed by hope ...
To live again ....
The lifeline severed ...
She still searches ...
Sometimes frantically....
For that flicker of light ...
That flame from the Lighthouse...
In a  stormy sea....
She tries to find her hope..
Buoyed by hope ...
Bouncing back to life ...
Little hands tugging at her dress....
She wants to try again.

Grief becomes her ...

Sadness engulfs her ...
She the aggrieved ...
Tearless stare ...
Into the oblivion ...
A horizon none can fathom... Grief becomes her ...
An intolerable part of her pain ...
The memories come flooding back.

Eyes red ... hurting and sore ...
Swollen and puffed ...
Sleepless nights become her....
Grief becomes her...
She retreats into her shell.

All she wants is to vanish ...
Not fade away ...
Just go far away ...
Far far away forever....
Loneliness becomes her ...
Grief becomes her.

A piece of him ...

Bits and pieces ...
Life comes in all sizes ...
A bit of him in her ...
She lives ...
Each day a trauma ...
Each dzy the bump growing ...
She live sto dread another day.

A piece of him ...
Left within her ...
She leads a terrible life.

She wNted to let him know...
The last time they met ...
But his arrogance ...
His attitude ..
Put heroff...
She decided to tread the road alone ...
With a bit of him within her...
Growing each day.

She finds solace ...
In his little ones ...knowing well
Carrying another soul within her ....
His piece ...
For her to remember ....
Never to forget him ever.

See the glow on her face...
Imminent motherhood in sight ...
She basks in the glory ...
Of yet another birth soon.
A pice of him within her ...
She remembers moments spent in his arms ...
Strong arms ...
Strong love ...
The result ...
A bit of him within her...
Forever for her to cherish...
To call her own.

The forgotten memories ...

They all come aflooding ...
Making melancholy ...
The heart that weeps ..
In silence it is trapped ...
Memories unfazed by pain ...
A blunt truth ...
A core reality ...
Long forgotten memories ...
Rushing in ....
A drop of tear ...
Wells up in the corner of the eye ...
Reminding her ...
She is but Human ...
And has feelings still.

Those brooding eyes ...
A depth unfathomed ...
She dives back into them ...
Forgetting herself ...
Forgetting who She is.

Fictitious lies ...

No, I have no relations with Ms Tandon...
Vidya keeps calling me...
But, I never meet her...
I have chances to be with many Women ...
Am a dude ..
So handsome...
A proud peacock ...
But, I don't pop my cock out...
I am loyal to you ...
Believe my fucking lies honey...
I am a humble man ...
I only cheat on my wife ...
You are my World ...
I searched you ...
High and low...
All these years...
My antennas were up...
I bribed your brother ...
With talks of Monica Saini ...
Yeah ...
Be there for me always...
I need you ...
Am a broken man ....
I need your shoulders to cry on ...
Your pussy to expend my libido in.

Nonsense!
Utter nonsense...
Fictitious lies...
A liar all the way.

The whore by his side...

She knows the story well...
She turns a blind eye to all...
For why should she...
Jeopardise her paradise...
For a rented life ...
When she is living rent free with him...
The whore beside him ...
Knows her yin from her yang.

She won't risk her luxuries...
Not barter her comfort...
For what is a jerk by him ...
Gonna make her lose...
Her enjoyment , a cushy life ...
Her pussy, a dry zone.
The whore beside him ...
Knows it all...
For she has the winning cards...
The issues he thinks are his...
Are they really his?
Doesn't seem so...
So different,  they look...
So unlike him...
He is just an unpaid servant...
Taking care of her sins.
The whore beside him ...
Smiles with her crooked teeth showing...
The glint in her eyes...
Say it all.

A slice of life...

Boredom, compels me to pen down my thoughts...
Anything and everything ...
Just anything ...
Out of the blue ...
Random thoughts ...
Moments from memories ...
Haunting insecurities ...
Just about anything ...
And, everything.
Not a word or feeling missed...
Right from the bottom of my heart....
A slice of life ...
Each time...
My life ...
Moments of my abominable life...
A life well lived ...
Not a relationship regretted...
Each a pearl of experience ...
Precious and beautiful.

A slice of life ...
My life.