Early Summer Evenings

I watch him sprawled like a Syrian cat

While the sun hits his face

From the kitchen window

He bites his lower lip

I laugh

We have played too much of this game

I don’t move an inch

He doesn’t either

Winter fades in the background

He is my summer obsession

Trend of the season

My eyes run through his skin

Radiating sun,

Golden glow

Staring into my eyes

And I stare back at his

I fooled the world into thinking

I could never look in someone’s eyes

Oh I would spend eternity in his

And he would gladly reside in mine

The clock ticks rapidly into the sunset

As ships sail in the distance

Waves lash the shore

We live in the distance between his naked body

And my clothed self

“I have somewhere to be”, I say

I smile again as I leave through the door

He still bites his lip as he watches me go



There is a strange melancholy

In the air

When I leave these city streets behind me

Into the wilderness

The scent of your skin

Is pulling me back in

The desire within

Fluorescent lights your face

Incandescent mine

A part of me caresses your neck

You are busy, but what the heck

Craning my head from your left

Biting your lips

While my frozen hands seek you

Your heart and it’s beat

The ribs and your gut

Hey what does it say

I walk around

Hold the armrest

Bend over

Burn your lips with my fire

And your neck with coldness in my soul

Pull your tshirt over your head

Oh hey! Don’t say a word

Let me hear you moan

As my hands scurry

To your manhood

Trace it

From the tip to the joint

And cup the moons of your galaxy

And get a taste of you

Inside my mouth

While you hold my hair

Don’t say anything it’s not fair

You will get your time

You will have your share

Your manhood slides in and out

It’s hot it’s cold

It feels my tongue

Oh until, the blood rushes out your face

And the sun goes down

And we are both lit by the same red light

Radiating to our skin

I take you in

You masculine

To my feminine

And the war of humanity

We tread, and we trample

We pull hair

And we hold hands

Get a grip of the ground beneath us

While our bodies produce sparks

And I bite your lips

I walk around

Lean in from your left

And my hands withdraw

And I backtrack way back

Outside the city

In the air,

There is a strange melancholy


The ritual of healing

I settled in the shower

Stripped to my skin

Crashed on the cold floor

Let my body transfer heat to the walls

Closed my eyes

And let out a breath

Let the burning hot water touch every inch

It was then I realised

I burned in places, scarred, torn and ripped apart

The muscles knotted in places

And churned at the feel of the water

“Oh my poor body”, I exclaimed

The agony it went through

Because of the wars fought inside my head

And for the first time

It burned, crying for attention

Bleeding in places

Hair grown all over

A few extra inches of waist

And chin

We don’t talk enough about how body suffers

Do we?

I sat under the hot water till my skin shriveled

“I am sorry”, I exclaimed to self

Moving my fingers through most blessed

And glorified parts of what makes me,

A woman

And my body fought on par with my mind

For the first time

I made love to self

To the parts of body that brought me shame

Moaning, groaning, weeping and wailing

The answer was here all through

Inside the walls of my deep dark self

The path less treaded in love

More in boundaries of relationships

And I walked in and hovered around

Felt my own strength

Hidden and shunned away

And when the hot water hit my body

One last time

I rained wildfire

And the warrior was back home

To heal from wounds of a lost battle

For the war was still yet to be won

And battle to be forgotten



Asleep on the floor

Bedazzled by fairy lights

Colourful chemistry

Dancing in the dark.

Exotic and eccentric desires

Fantasies and fiery nights

Galaxies we reach or

Heaven it is,

Idiosyncrasies of you and me

Jubilant climax of symphonies

Killing our inhibitions

Love me tender!

Meilleurs amis

Naked and bare against walls with art

Opal floor

Purple walls,

Quest of ourselves on a

Rainy night.

Seduce me

Tease me !

Unknown to the world

Veni Vidi Amavi,

Witchcraft and magic on a cold

Xmas night;

You on me and me on you

Zephyrs of our darkest desires


Dance of the Night 

Every night she rehearsed with him In a dim lit

In a dim lit studio,

Enclosed with mirror walls,

He held her by her waist

And her hand

She placed her delicate

Bruised arms on his shoulder

He looked at her

And she at him

She saw herself

Her battered bleeding lips

And her swollen eyes

Tightened her clasp

And they both spun

As in a ballet across the room

She was the piano, he the violin

Made symphony as they moved

Light as a feather

Their feet moved on the floor


His face as bright as the morning sun

Lighting her face as he looked

He stormed in closer

And move away in an instant

Closer and away

Close and far far away

And close again

Moving his fingers on her delicate lips

As his precursor to moving his face

Moving it closer to hers

At a distance that only a feather

Could cross


He tightened his hold

Spun her around,

Sometimes gentle sometimes harsh

Sometimes crass, and brash

He smiled,

That smile, a caution, of a

Lift to the skies and sudden fall

Losing all control

As she lost herself

He laughed as he

Picked her up and tossed her

And held her as she fell

She held her hand on his chest

As he held her close

Didn’t skip a step

But missed every heartbeat


His heart danced

Hers was numb

As if it was a race to the finish line


They danced every night,

As an audience of

A million stars watched

As they moved

Faster and slow

Away yet close

In circles and in piano tiles

Through waltz and ballet


And as the night died

All that remained was her and

Him, his ghost

And her battered self

He turned into stardust at every sunrise

And she burned in the ashes of the sparks

That claimed his life


Prose Poetry 

I refused to get in the shower for days. I was afraid I’d lose your smell that was etched on my skin. I wanted to carry you around with me for as long and as far as I could. So when the time came, I undressed in parts with patience. Took my time like you did that night. This time I wanted to do it right, I took my sweet time, searching for every mark every bite of that night. If there was an audience, it’d be a sight, to behold. Your grip on me, your hold, when the night was bold, we were to each other sold. Our noses fought to be a part, love, passion all lost in the art. You were drama, a musical in bed and poetry in motion. Leaving feelings unsaid to the imagination. Kissed me with your eyes closed, my hands your blindfold. I warm, you cold, tugging stitches of the threads that bound us, until our bare skins found us. Your hands moved on the bosom and mine flew down. We whispered and screamed in ears, bite the lobes and kissed the napes until the sunrise when you drifted, I shifted to a dreamland of our own in each other’s arms. And when the morning came, life was never the same. We parted ways, you moved left and I right, catching the last glimpse, what a sight. When two lovers separate, just to run into each other again at another date. And until then, I was going to savor you for as long and as hard as I could. Refusing to get into the shower.


Pied Piper

I turned up at his door

With a bottle of Wine

Drunk already

In liquor

And in him

Struggling to stand

Wearing a smile

Knocked thrice

Called out his name

Until he opened the door


Fell straight into his arms

When it finally opened

“Are you the pied piper

I am looking for”, I asked him

“Who are you?”, he asked as he

Helped me up

“Rat, they call me”, I squeaked

As I struggled to stand straight

“Wine from this young lady”, I offered

As it was a trophy

For being so irresistible


He saw me as I was some sort of

Crazy, bonkers

He was right,

I was standing at his doorstep

Drunk on a Christmas night

“Dance with me”, I begged

As I held his hand


My heart leaped

So oblivious his demeanor

Did he know, oh did he

What he was doing to me


We danced the night,

Until our lips found each other

And we crashed on the floor

Staring at the ceiling

“It’s Christmas”, I said

As I climbed on him like a rat

Measured the length of his face

Pulled his nose

Cupped his face,

“Tell me, are you the pied piper?”,

I whispered breathing all over nape


He tugged my hair,

“Rats, I tell you”, he said

He pulled me close and rolled me over

Against his charms, there wasn’t a cover

The rat gave up, wasn’t going to leave

The city

Until he did and then,

Following the pied piper to where ever he would go.