30 August 2025

Saree

Stand stout. Don’t laugh.  
You’ve to believe me  
When I say I can dress  
You up in a saree.  

Extend your hands.
Let me put on the  
Blouse first.  
It might take an unusually  
Long time—  

Well, it does,  
To intimately button  
All of my promises  
Into your bosom.  

The pleating can be  
Tricky, but when I adorn  
Each fold with our  
Dreams and fantasies—  

Pulling you closer to  
Tuck the pleats into  
The skirt, like it’s my  
Compulsive fetish—

Don’t be surprised if  
I kiss your nabhi, or  
Inappropriately explore  
The mysteries  
That region could offer.
Wait patiently.  

And when I throw the  
Pallu over the other side,  
Pinning it on your right  
Shoulder like I’ve been  
Into this job for over 
Hundreds of years—  

I might take a couple  
Of steps back to  
Adore your beauty  
In its entirety.  
And that’s when you  
Should slip away,  
While there’s time.  

If I make an excuse,  
Saying there’s  
Something missing—  
It’s alright if I put  
A bindi, or just gently  
Kiss your forehead.  

But if I take my  
Intentions to your  
Sassy lips—  

Know that  
My edgy temptations  
Have kicked in,  
And thereafter,
You can’t escape the
Clutches of my 
Sweet sins.

24 August 2025

Cupcakes

As I try to look her
In the eyes.
My shame repeatedly 
Breaking into a laughter.

Looking away.
Trying to look again.
Slowly getting used to
The depth of her gaze.

She smiles.

I look away and 
Come again with only 
A thought in my mind-
How to kiss her today.

My desire peeks in 
And out. Passion 
Knits rationality with
Love.

I ask her to lean to 
Whisper a secret.
But only dare to kiss
Her on the forehead.

She sits back and
Smiles wide.
She knows only so
Much can be done in
The restaurant.

The rest of the time 
That was left,
I lace my longing 
In the cupcakes she 
Brought.

Piece by piece I place
It between her lips
While I look her in 
The eye. 
My gaze steady--

Each bite
A hidden kiss,
A held breath,
A promise left unsaid.

And when the last piece 
Melt on her tongue.
There was no shame
Left. Only the comfort 
Of being known.

She understood 
A poet’s heart—
That sometimes love is 
Best served in 
Metaphors.

And birthdays are 
Sweetest when the gift 
Is simply accepting 
The love as it's offered.

Like this one was.

22 August 2025

Waiting for you

And while I wait for you,
Wait to hear your voice.
Wait to have that one
Real glance -

I see the second-hand
On my watch turn into 
A knife,
Each tick is a slash.

Fatigue sets in.
My anger simmers.
I question your intentions 
And almost edge my
Longing into disgust.

But I wait.
I sit here gulping pain
And nursing my wounds 
With your thoughts.

And as you make your 
Steady appearance,
The flowers that bloom
Here, 
Ward off my misery.

Life seems sorted 
Thereafter.
Earth stands healed.
And I become the 
Same fool again.

12 August 2025

Gag

I'll cut my tongue 
And hammer nails
Into my eyes to 
Push my tears back.

I'll hold those words
By neck and 
Trample hard on 
Thoughts before
They can manifest.

I'll drown in my
Own aloofness and
Choke on reinforced 
Silence, before I
Can I reveal to you 
My intentions again.

Once I feel,
You don't deserve my 
Attention. 
I'll assist myself to
The bottom of
The ocean-

To hide even my
Breath against the vain 
Of your your 
Disgraceful presence.

So adios,
You ungrateful wretch.
Maybe I gotta erase
This poem too-
You don't even 
Deserve my hate.

04 August 2025

Butterflies

These butterflies in 
My stomach that
Whisper your name.

They tickle my fancy,
They colour my
World in new shades.

They get to head,
Go to the heart and 
Don't let me sleep.

I seek lullabies of
Of your lips in the dead
Of the night and 

You appear like a
Holy voice that 
Wash away my sins.

That's how you sing
Me to sleep these
Days.

And in half-dreams
I slip in better realms.
Only to wake up
Rinsed in starlight..

The butterflies again
And your name.
You're the enchantress 
Who has stolen me 
Away.