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Was it that he left, or she never had him. Silence was her loudest cry, after he left. She was like a broken instrument, Which hated, its own voice. Everything seemed irksome. Not able to believe, the ongoing incidents in her life, She started asking people for advice, considering them sagacious enough to understand her. But... Continue Reading →

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Shall I still love him?

Random is back in my dreams. Now though as a nightmare, unlike the love bud ,which once used to exist Its one hour past midnight now. The usual time for me to sleep is about 1:30 am and I am always alone up till this late in my home. But last night, something unusual happened.... Continue Reading →

5 nominations!!

I have been nominated by The Deep Blogger for sunshine blogger award, NOVUS LECTIO for sunshine blogger award, Musings for real neat blogger award, MEGHA for sunshine blogger award and by A MAN DEEP for sunshine blogger award. I want to thank all of them. Do check out their blogs too. Rules for the sunshine blogger award:-  Write a post thanking to the person... Continue Reading →

Just once…around that street!!

As a child of four, I used to race up to the blue bench in the street corner and look at those deliciously cooked jalebies(typical Indian street food). I would instead stare at them. Pitying on my innocent face, that slim-beard-old uncle, would hand over me two of them. I would just run off to my... Continue Reading →

Craving…

Whenever I was late returning back he was the one who would come running on the balcony just by sensing the tick sound of my heels. But now that balcony was no more occupied with the manly presence. And I am again reminded of those days when I would noisely pass through his hostel room ... Continue Reading →

El Hombre y La Mujer

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The Balcony Door

“What is he doing to me?”

She wonders,

Speculating, how he does that?

That with utmost perfection, he makes her fall,

A fall that she used to fear,

Fear, that tasted sour,

Sour, or she’d say caustic,

Fear, of falling for a man, once again,

All over again, once again.

Fear, that all of a sudden vaporizes,

Vaporizes, the moment he touches her,

Touch, so fine that she never had before,

Touch, that at a time she wanted to run far from,

From touch, now at times that she deeply craves for,

Craves for, all over again, once again.

So fluently that he comes around,

Around, making an adorable wax melt for him already,

Already until, she sense him grazing,

Grazing, kissing softly at the ruck of her neck,

Embracing every fold and every curl,

And his warmth sending prickles to her all over,

All over, fuming the air with his…

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