Sunday, May 21, 2017

Monsoon Diaries - IX #Sensual rain.



"Your sensuous eyes with clouded brows,
glares at my body, with lust profound;
 And when I lift my head up,
out of curiosity; you come as though
 you are determined to...


You feel my forehead, my eyes and my lips,
You never fail to hold my hand;

And you flow down my neck with
                             tickling passion. 
You embrace me, close to your chest 
 Where my hip is never amiss." 

                                        -to be continued...
 


Thursday, February 02, 2017

Karl Ove Knausgard : My unclear reflection


                                            "I have no problem with uninteresting or unoriginal people – they may have other, more important attributes, such as warmth, consideration, friendliness, a sense of humor or talents such as being able to make a conversation flow to generate an atmosphere of ease around them, or the ability to make a family function – but I feel almost physically ill in the presence of boring people who consider themselves especially interesting and who blow their own trumpets.” 

It was ever since I came across Karl Ove Knausgard, I began to realize the pain and frankness in his words. 

                     “All my adult life I have kept a distance from other people, it has been my way of coping, because I become so incredibly close to others in my thoughts and feelings of course, they only have to look away dismissively for a storm to break inside me.”  

I see him as a never ending phenomenon; where he acts not as a person but as a life of events. That's how his writings have transported me to be what is known as a state of extreme truth.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Pain



Held, I my hands

Across my chest.
And gasped a breath
That ached my soul...


Tainted with grief 
and of lose,
I never knew; it pained my heart...

'Where was my heart',
Was my inner call.
All I knew,
"It was bottled somewhere in
    matters mysterious."