High

I'm breathing you in and exhaling out taking puffs of you and making clouds. I'm drunk on you intoxicated by your love with wine-stained lips I'm calling out your name Can't get more of you seeping you into my soul churning my love out. I'm high on you Am feeling dizzy dreaming of us together swirling around wrapped in … Continue reading High

Conveyer

As she opens the door with the anticipation eyes frantically looking  and gazing into the emptiness looking for that loved face she always adored a chill went down her spine and fearing the worst seeing the two soldiers with a crestfallen look on their dejected faces at her door she banged closed the door trying the erase that … Continue reading Conveyer

Wrath (Ira)

This sixth poem is a part of the anthology of poems based on the Seven deadly sins.Do read the previous ones too, if you haven’t yet. Wrath(Ira) - uncontrollable feelings of anger and hate towards another person. “For this alone on Death, I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart … Continue reading Wrath (Ira)

My Muse

This is the third poem in the anthology of poems called Lifecycle of a poem “Never durst a poet touch a pen to write Until his ink was tempered with love's sighs.” ― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost My inspiration the music to which my quill dances  wildly beyond the realms of dreams and reality As … Continue reading My Muse

Intoxicated

My eyes are still intoxicated by your dreams of your presence I'm still imbued in the softness of your lips entwined in mine the pleasure still lingers the moaning still living under the bated breath arms are still feeling the your gentle embrace fingers still counting the turns they make my mouth still smells of … Continue reading Intoxicated

Last call

We all are waiting for that final call, aren't we? “Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.” ― Isaac Asimov What are you made up of strong metallic armor with a toned body covered with a warm beating supple heart and love undefined Did that iota of the primordial gell still … Continue reading Last call