Filthy Beauty

A hand flew through her back, Undoing the lace of her dress. Planting a kiss on her neck, He grabbed her from her waist. Face sinking in her skin. Hand marking his territory. Came up to the hair, And removed the clip hurriedly. Filling him with the smell of cologne, Hair danced their way down. …

A Rose In The Book

While reliving my memories, I happen to open a box. And with it, my brain Punched all my nostalgic thoughts. Colourful crafty sheets, With handsome smiley ink. And a tinkling blue earring, I never used, I think. A letter from him, Turned ivory to pale. But the promises in it, Still shouts the tale. On …

Love#04

He was a traveller. Visited every corner of my heart. Crawled under my skin. Swimmed in my eyes. He was a musician. Played his favorite song. With my hair being his guitar. My heart was his drum. He was a painter. I was his perfect canvas. Sketched that curve of smile on my face. Sometimes …

I Left…

I left. The warmth of my mother's hands. The comfort of my father's words. The deep secrets with my sister. The joints with my brother. I left. I never looked back. I never complained. I never thought again. I left. I miss them. I care for them. I fear their condition. But the most worst …

The epic love.

When she plays with the bygones, He stays with her. Finds her and pulls her out, To the future he built for her. When she cries all night, Feeling nostalgic over a song, He stays with her. Sings to her; Collects her tears and send them to the eyes. When she is happy and smiles, …