His hands locked her.
She was gasping.
His lips kissed her again.
She was shaking.
He groped her.
She scratched him.
He pushed himself in.
She screamed a lot
And his friends
Covered her face.
One by one
They all tasted a virgin.
Yummy like a pizza
And superb than anything.
Blood was everywhere.
Her stare was fixed to sky.
They disposed the body
And they were high.
Next morning’s headline was,
“A 12 years old was raped again.”
Brushing away these usual things,
Over a cup of coffee;
The society prefers to move on
To the page three.
Category: Poetry
Out of sight, out of mind
You said, “It’s out of my mind,
As soon as it is out of my sight.”
Keeping my head on your lap
I sighed, “Same”, I replied.
The evening was dark as well,
Like the nature of our relationship.
The sky poured the same that night,
As my tears would drip.
The day you smelled the same; euphoric,
As Sweet as the musk of Moschus,
And your touch was the same erotic
As the carvings of Khajuraho temples.
That evening your breath was addictive,
Like the intoxicating smell of dendrite.
And I could not stop you from kissing,
Though I knew the relationship was a toxin.
And the venom still runs through my veins,
Making my every night blurry as hell.
You were always honest about yourself.
But I kept lying to myself.
As I know, forever
You will be out of my sight.
But I Know,
You are still not out of my mind.
After Breakup
No more late night calls,
No more good morning messages,
No more hearing that voice,
No more sudden kisses,
No more sharing pictures,
No more holding hands,
No more untold promises,
No more singing together.
A sudden winter will come.
That will freeze your heart
And your soul would be numb.
And one day will come; when
Warm spring will pour kiss
Again on those lips.
Moonstruck 