Inclined Chronicles of Indulgence

Wishful tomorrow And she wakes up abruptly from a timely peaceful sleep only to feel restless.  ****** Since then not a day passed when her heart didn't skip a beat and her pupils dilated in anticipation with every WhatsApp ping. Although being used to the rant of that mobile, she was feeling unused to her self. Her mind was determined to let her not a minute spare without him. The wait seemed prolonged and the time seemed to have slowed down and become opaque.  She wanted all her life to be the sky; these days, she wants to be the breeze. He doesn't like rain, not because of the rain, but probably because he was cautious about his hair. She liked the way he cared about himself. He is compassionate; may be the history, or the life, or just the way, but something about him made her wish him. She experiences the chills she didn't know existed in her.  ****** He stepped out as if he wanted her to want him. Blue; he was in a blue jacket. That day blue

Masked Feelings Be my winter quilt On the bed of passions Be the drops of sweat On my skin of desire I am a woman baked In the fire of desires Be my serpentine prince Rule my realm of senses Coax me into your arms Break me to phoenix ash Let me grow in you Like a tender climber Be the seed raise In the womb of love I want you like a jinx Destroy me to bits Rise me to shine In every broken hymen Embrace me to the depths Of your multitude cane Bring me the life That rains in spring Hurt me in my knees And bleed my eyes Breach my verses Like a stranger awaited This wait is beautiful For I shall meet you At the horizon Where you are the sublimation And I am the symphony.

It was never supposed to be 'us'. Despite the many hints, the constant annoyance in voice, the declination of any intimacy, you couldn't apprehend it. To friends and questioners, I say I expected  better and brighter story than the rest ones; I knew since day one that we never belonged. You took care of me like I am a new born baby unable to even turn herself on her own. You pampered me everyday like I was more yours than I was mine. Yet, when time came, like a lone wolf, you betrayed me. The betrayal would have tastes different if it was not a question of trust. The day you questioned my loyalty to a man who left me with scars on my flesh and mind, and asked me to feel ashamed to have looked out for love, I had the clear glimpse of reasoning behind your strong attention towards me. Instead of listening, you were spying. You spied of my past to humiliate me, to remind me what a horror it will always be. You hacked into my gadget to look what I might be hiding from you

Will it be ever enough? Will I ever know you well?  Everyday it comes as a new morning to end with dreamy nights.  I believe I owe my second life to you. Since that right swipe on Tinder, not a day has passed when you have not inspired me. I cannot claim to know you yet. Yet, somehow, knowing your name has been enough. You make me survive every single hour. I wouldn't ever ask for more. First impression may have come across as a workaholic life, but there is so much more to you. Eventually you turned up into a man beyond work; one who values life as it is meant to be. Seeing your milestones makes me achieve steps ahead of thorns.  That was a heck of a medical appointment with my psychologist. It was my seventh visit to her, and after four hours of my tireless rant and endless painful tears, she finally agreed. She gave up and conceded to my preposterous idea of happiness. She was rather shocked to see a broken heart filled with so much of you. What wouldn't I give i

Right here...right now अभी वक़्त हे. दिल लगाने का...दिल तुड़वाने का. ना जाने फिर कब कोई मिले ना मिले कोई कोना यादों से भरा. दिल तो टूटेगा, आँखें नम तो होंगी, पर शायद दुबारा ये वक़्त ना आएगा जब बिखरे दिल को समेट कर फिर से प्यार करने को जी चाहे. डर लगता हे. कहीं वो भी रुला ना दे कहीं वो भी अकेला ना छोड़ जाए अंधेरे में आँसू ना उछल जाए पर... भीड़ में एक चेहेरा फिर नज़र आए ना आए फिर कोई अंजान दिल धड़काए ना धड़काए फिर कोई रात भर जगाए ना जगाए आज मुझे प्यार कर लेने दो. फिर शायद कोई दोस्त हो ना हो साथ में खिलखिलाने को, फिर शायद कोई घड़ियाँ ना मिले उसे सोच कर मुस्कुराने को, फिर शायद कागज पर, कलम से उसका नाम लिखने को मन करे ना करे. आज उम्र है, वक़्त है, हिम्मत है. आज मुझे प्यार कर लेने दो... उड़ते हुए आसमान से टहनी पर बैठने का मंन है गरजते बदल के बारिश मे भीगने का मन है अंधेरे रातों में दूर जुग्नुओ के आवाज़ सुनने का मन है उसके तस्वीर देख कर शरमाने का मन है आज मुझे प्यार कर लेने दो... दिल को धड़के हुए ज़माना हो गया होंठों को चूमे हुए अरसा बीत गया हाथों