“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.”  ― Friedrich Nietzsche If I drink and lick that sweet wine that elixir dripping from your fingers it will resurrect all my ashen dreams lying lifeless in my graveyard of thoughts it will resurrect me and bring me down will take out the nails and un-crucify … Continue reading Desire


You leave me somewhere between the pleasure and pain between dreams and reality the moment you bite your lip and moans deeply and leaves me with that aching it feels so surreal I feel so alive You leave me somewhere between the heaven and the hell when the sweet pain my body bears and you still leave … Continue reading Supplication

An appeal

I request you to stop this incessant pain in my marred heart and pallid face brewing the stories of yore I insist, I implore Remove your presence your existence from my life the dark reflection which consumes my soul like a black hole leaves it with nothing to explore I insist, I implore The deep throbbing of the heart … Continue reading An appeal