Those bruises

I scratch the bygone bruises
And make it raw, again
To bleed
To make me feel alive
To make me realise
How I have been made

The fissure in my soul
Remains, etched till date
Such was the incision of love
Such was the reflection of pain.

The tears find passage
But the heart,
How will it find itself, again!

You have stayed

The ache for you
Is still there
Even if my soul is parched
I still feel us, in my quietude
Memories linger
But the intensity has faded

I live, but without love
Relentless is my pursual for flesh
Coz I wish to bury my pain

I search for you
In all of them
And that's how, you have stayed
All these years.

Yet Again

You don't even realise
The effect you have on me
The emotions that I had eclipsed
Wishes to see light.

So much of me
I had lost in this journey
Who I am
I no longer recognise

Till you, came by
I see hope
I see me
But the looming fear in my mind
What if you leave

Again I will embrace solitariness
Yet, again I will survive.

Other Half

I wonder

If it will be a single encounter
That will drive away the shadows
We both are enshrouded in

Or it will be the genesis
Of us
When we start composing together
On each other
Till we beautify moments, into memories

I know, it won't be a sole concurrence
Coz, you are the other half of my existence
With whom, I will construct myself
Rather deconstruct, unabashedly.

Stay by my neck

The thought of you
On my neck
Breathing gingerly
Seizing my core
You wrote poetry

I raked my hands down your spine
And dragged you closer to me
To marinate, in your ferocity

The thought of you
On my neck
Whispering
Finally, I found you.

©LR

My curse

Neither could I erase
The bruises on my flesh
Nor could I obliterate
The grief you engraved
In my soul

That's how you will stay
A lifetime of hurt

You were never mine
Nor can be, for any other.

Soaked is my earth, still
With your ruthless maneuver
All that escapes from my core is
Curse.

You know, so do I

How I wish, I can hate you
To go away from you
For all those unjustifiable jealousy
For your puerile whimsicality

How I wish to terminate my ties with you
The way, you erode my sanity
Making me dwell on trivialities

How I wish
But I can't
Why
Is it love?
It can't be

It is something more profound, beyond terms
Something, which you don't feel or realise

You know
So do I
We both have something brewing
Yet choose to fight.

So I choose ardor
While you go for fight
That's how our story goes

©LR

Swinging Door

Mind wonders whether it is love or lust
Or just your magical touch
That has penetrated my senses
Sowing seeds of prurience
Which yearns to get lost in pleasure gardens

Where we explore each other, in fervent desire
Seeking for orgasmic deliverance
Kissing the hours, in an invisible embrace
Where the wanton desires ignites the sexual fire
An inextinguishable fire of random love making
A rites de passage for celebration of bodies

Surfing in each other juices
When our bodies reach zenith
Let’s delay further
For I wish to gallop you
With only my cascading tresses

Bedecking myself, inside your thick armour
Rousing your senses to blinding euphoria
Imprinting myself in every core
Leaving no scope for you, to distract to any ‘other’

I crave to be yours, forever
So lust it is
That the swinging door chooses shut both of us in.

© LR

Who will draw the curtains

Who will draw the curtain
When we meet, to consummate the fantasies
That has traveled beyond geographically-wedded boundaries

Who will draw the curtain
When your dulcet voice breathes embers on my neck
When your supple bites
Rouses me from depths

When you loosen my tresses
Blanketing my breasts
While cuddling me, with feathery touches

Who will draw the curtain
When I take charge
Swallowing you with my ferocity
Till you gasp for breathe

Should we or shouldn't we
Or just leave the curtains open
For the world to see.

He never left those eyes

He never left her eyes
When she entered the room
Surrounded by people
She was cordial to all

What was her guise
How was her structure
He didn't measure
Coz, there was something in those bewitching eyes
That arrested him.

He never left her eyes
He followed her, mesmerised.
Unaware of his gaze, she serenaded through the confluence towards the arcade
Maybe, to find her space

She turned around
And clashed with his gaze.

It was then, he realised
It was the solitariness in those eyes
That beguiled him
He knew, coz he felt that ache.