a little romance with life

काश तुम सुंदर होती दुनिया ना इतनी अंधी होती दर्द ना इतना भीतर होता हस्सी ना इतनी खामोश होती शक़ ना इतना गहरा होता काश तुम सुंदर होती रातें ना इतनी तन्हा लगती चाँद ना इतना फीका लगता बातें ना इतनी अधूरी लगती सच ना इतना कड़वा लगता काश तुम सुंदर होती कम-से-कम डर ना लगता चेहरो से भागती ना यूँ आईने से मुस्कुरा कर कुछ तो बोल ही लेती गिरते संभलते चल तो लेती कोई सहारा तो रहता सुकून के शब्द जो कहता अब बस यही सोचती रहती हो काश मैं सुंदर होती

there is a coffee stain (from a previous date) on the heart a cut that gets bigger and bigger after every wash there is a memory that refuses to go away but the details have been taken care of why lie and say nothing has changed you no longer fit like you used to tearing at the corners from my skin when did I get too much for you? tuck me in and say goodnight (goodbye) tuck me in and say goodbye (tell me to grow) tuck me in, don't say a word tuck me in and quietly go.

one corner of Mumbai is hot today, another lovely, another stuck in its room the walls move from off-white to blue, and so many shades of old jumping back and forth in seconds- from sheer honesty to pretense i like my whiskey most days of the week, it makes me happy i read and read and read till my eyes are sore, I’m boring spot the truth, spot the lie, play hide and seek with words i do not know the sound of your voice, the crack of your laugh is their dishonesty in your eyes, comfort in your cheeks? i do not know, do not tell me, please do not try one heart feels empty today, another too full, one is missing the messages move from long to short, to no words at all. a game of match, unmatch, bye.

O LET THE DOGS DIE NO WOOF WOOF WOOF LET’S TIE THEM ALL UP IN A BUNDLE AND PUNCH THEM AGAINST A WALL LET’S GO TO THEIR HOMES MAKE OUR HOMES THERE AND CALL THEM INTRUDERS AND THROW THEM OUT O LET THE DOGS DIE STUPID WOOF WOOF WOOF LET’S RUN PUPPIES OVER WITH OUR CAR BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT CARS ARE MADE FOR LET’S CUT THE TAIL LET’S SAW THEIR BONES FUCK OFF STUPID CREATURES O LET THE DOGS DIE WE DON’T NEED NO WOOF WOOF LET’S BE LOUD TO SILENCE THEIR NOISE BRING IN YOUR DJS, THOSE GORGEOUS CRACKERS LET’S BURST THEIR EARS LET’S SEE WHO KILLS THEM FIRST FUCKING DOGS, DIE                 O LET THE DOGS DIE We don’t deserve puppy licks We don’t deserve wagging tails We don’t deserve any kind of little Or lots of love From any puppy we don’t care of.

encounters with a menstrual cup the gorgeous cup the first time i tried to put a menstrual cup in, i was treading unknown territory. i did not where i was headed, where it should go, how it should feel like. my god, was there even space for that thing to fit it? i held the cup in my hands, unsure if those 800 rupees were well spent or was it just an impulsive purchase that would go waste? i had to google how it would go in, and what my insides look like.  the first day with a menstrual cup on, i forgot i was menstruating. there was no blood to be found anywhere. my panties were not uncomfortable, there was no blood in my pee, and i did not have to ask my friend to stare at my butt again and again to check for a stain. the day i wore a menstrual cup, i actually had to check if it was still there - could it disappear?  the first time i tried to take the menstrual cup out, i was sure it was stuck. i had already imagined the humiliation i would have to go through in goi...

falling in love with the wrong person come, walk into my book, a gorgeous fantasy there are chirpy chirpy birds, and bright bright sunrises the wind whispers poems in my ears, the trees are green green, and the flowers smell loud like perfumes it’s beautiful, isn’t it? come, look at the gorgeous man, his eyes, his smile here love is when he’s too shy to look at you or talk to you in front of his friends or be seen with you in public or be caught on the phone with you when he’s pooping alone at home here love is when he’s so nervous to talk to you about anything other than himself it’s not selfish, it’s love, he sticks to familiar topics to a life he knows, he doesn’t want to be caught a fool if hap stance you utter a word he doesn’t understand he’s a hero, a real one, the kind you can’t find in the real world but you have to *understand* him, his hurt, his pain everything that makes him like needles right now he does not bleed you to hurt h...

On Masturbation Dress up tonight in your sexiest outfit, or just stay in those pajamas, or even better- wear nothing at all; light some candles, or keep all the tube-lights on – stare at your gorgeous skin- open your legs wide and run your palm along the forbidden territories of the body; feel the mold of your breasts, your nipples awaken from the alarm of the pinch, and your mouth sigh at this casual intimacy; slip your hands into your underwear, or just take the damn thing off, rub the length of your finger along your clitoris, feel the thousands of nerve endings send electricity to your brain; move your fingertips in circular motions - both fast and slow, close your eyes and blank out the world, whisper and moan and shout any name you want (or not); feel the speed increase, the thighs tighten, the increasing pulse, the sound of bursting heartbeats, and keep your fingers moving till your body breaks into you, the head spilling with ecstasy for five sec...