Need someone

I lie in my bed few day after the touch, still visualising what had happened. how can just felsh bones nerves and blood crave of that exact set of flesh bone nerves. i think its just physical and if it is that ways it wroks then any other person should suffice. then why only Vicky, why him???? The question honders me and i have the answer its his smell that ozzes out of me. why do we think anything and everything in a realtion ship rolls down to bed and then the aftermath is neatly wrapped and kept in the corner to be reused. why do they have to treat me as a device of entertainment. juts for the reason the nature has given me curvious body. unlike as many as you need a person to fall on, i need someone tooo. Hold me, take me, love me.....

Fascination and reality

Last night I meet Vicky. It was about him I fascinated in college. And now he lies naked in my bed. Fascination and reality is divided by an action. Just an action.

Aroma

I hide my tears when I say your name,
In pain my heart has nothing to gain
I have you all over again
For the seasons to come
Wash me off these rains
De-color me as you deflowered me
To gratify you masculine desires
Leaving me with the whiff of you
I still smell as you
Even after years it’s just you
Though I smile and seem carefree
To keep up my life and my spree
For the world I do it free
I forgive you, but keep your aroma with me
There’s no one who misses you more than me!!!!

Take life as it comes

All through my life I have learned and incidences have thought me to take life as it comes. Every changing season teaches to get adjusted with the ever changing habitat. In rains when I see people on the footpath building and clustering there habitat with the remains. I realized the struggle people go through when I saw a huge Balika Vadhu poster actually nurturing and saving a poor micro family. Isn’t that an irony of life? Indeed monsoon has thought me and keeps teaching me with every passing day and every rain drop. I am being molested by these rain drops they look at me, they concentrate on my curving body part and hit themselves hard against me synonymous to stares that I endure in day to day life. But there is no option but to take those hits on me. And make sure they don’t tear me and get in me and blight my holiness which I have safeguarded. But I love rains they are just without reason and yes with out eyes, intention, and lacking lust. Take life as it comes is what I learned and keep learning with every passing moment and every drop of rain.