Have you seen SIN walk into the room
He smells of spice and desire.

He walks like the lion on the prowl
Greek God looking down from his pedestal

His eyes burst into laughter while his lips don’t curve
Passion dances in those dark pools

His fingers weave stories on my back on moonless lonely nights
While his breath strum a symphony from my hair spread on his chest

His lips whisper decadence as i lie satiated in his arms

Have you seen SIN walk into the room
He smells of spice and desire.


On the journey to forgetting you

I have a picture of you painted on my heart
It captures you perfectly
The smile that is sunshine
The eyes that look through my soul
Every nick, cut and scar on your face
Has a story you have told me once

The picture in my heart
Shows me all the evenings
I spent in your arms

It brings back all the laughter we shared
And all the tears we cried
It brings your touch on my curves
And makes me feel your skin on my fingertips

And yet there are these days
When the clouds of desperation
Is dark and menacing

The air is thick and I can hardly breathe
When I miss you as I miss my next breathe

A dark smog engulfs me
Suffocates me
I need to walk on
I need to move on in life

I go back to my heart
Just to see your picture
See your smile that can disperse all clouds

How ever much I try I can’t
See those eyes that could
See through my soul

How ever much I try I can’t
Feel the touch, the hug
That gave me strength to carry on

I dive back, I search my soul
The cobwebs on my memory
Are hopelessly cleaned
With desperation I try
And yet the picture I can’t find

Through my struggle I realise
I’m finally on the journey to forgetting you.

The curve of her waist

The curve of her waist has a thousand stories to tell
His tickle had made her double with laughter
His caress had made her scream with passion
He had devoured her when her long hair brushed her waist
The little skin peeping from her sheer sari had made his eyes blaze and heart melt
Her waist arched in abandon everytime he took her with fervour
The day he left, her waist cried a thousand tears
Missing his rough calloused palms on her bare skin
As she waits for his return
The curve of her waist has a thousand stories to tell

That fine line between love and hate

Love and hate – two sides of the same coin. Love and hate though opposites are used interchangeably. We may love someone to bits and yet when we are annoyed with him we carelessly and casually use the word hate to describe that feeling. We are taught to love our parents and yet there must be a hundred thousand times in this life that we may have hated them too for not seeing the world our way. We may put in a lot of effort and hard work to get the job we have now and though it pays well we end up hating it every day. There cannot be a single woman in this world who doesn’t hate the man she loves the most. Ironical, I know.

But do we really understand the meaning of love and hate. When does love stop to exist and hate take over our heart and then there is that one moment when all of a sudden hate evaporates and love germinates again. Children hate their parents every single day when they are told what to do and how to lead their lives and yet as we grow up , face the turbulences of our lives, solace is sought in the arms of the parent and unconditional, undying love takes over again. A new mother holds her young one close to her bosom and feels that earth shattering love for this young life. She vows to protect, cherish and nourish this young one. Yet after a few weeks filled with sleepless nights, and colicky baby cries there comes a point when she definitely hates her child. She feels restricted, suffocated and unattractive and she blames it on that innocent being. The hatred develops and then one night the child falls sick. All of a sudden the hatred fades away. Deep, intense and protective love takes over again

Lovers are the most prone to this love-hate see saw. They promise to love each other forever. They resolve that distances won’t make a difference. They promise to beat all odds. Love they feel will change their destiny and then one day they fight. They fight, they make up and then fight again.  With every altercation, their balance tips towards hate and every time they make up it gets back to love. Until one day, the fights just don’t resolve. They promise to hate each other forever. Love suffocates and dies. The pleasant memories of togetherness, surprisingly just adds to the bitterness.

Unlike that of a parent and a child, adults are more drawn towards hatred. We feel complete in blaming someone else for our incompleteness. Like Eve was blamed for Adam’s lack of grit, while all she wanted was to share something new with him. The mankind blamed her for all their woes but did Adam ever leave her. We all trapeze over this fine line between love and hate. Yes lovers fight and pledge to hate each other for ever and yet a chance smile, a small joke and gentle touch is all it takes for love to sprout back again.

Do we really understand the meaning of these two words which are an integral part of our vocabulary. Can one be defined without the other ? Can one be felt without the other ? Can one be understood without the presence of other ? Though the line is fine, the rift it can cause is colossal.