Talk about your feelings.
Talk about your oh-so-sad, messy, hodge-podge of feelings.
For once, when someone asks you if you are doing okay,
Fucking say no and give them the real shit.
Month / August 2018
Association
Orderly chaos prevailed. The lavish tunnels, and the not-so-lavish faces.
A consortium of sorts.
A strangle tingling sensation.
Multitudes of faces. And bodies.
I look around, I’m king.
I breathe, I stay my stay.
I feel, feel my feelings.
I think about something juicy. I think I know what I’m thinking about.
I’m thinking about a feeling.
A rather curious feeling. Something that thrives on curiosity, rather.
I feel like I know you.
I feel like I know you, inside-out.
Amidst all the chatter, I feel like I know you.
Articulate.
A warm, yellow daze,
the night before,
the mild morning sun;
two figures, in unison,
mouths barely breathing, faces barely feeling,
bodies barely grazing.
a sultry afternoon sun,
a few passed days,
umpteen missed moments.
References
Archaic;
just like the word,
her tendencies.
Facets
The warmest of smiles,
The kindest of hearts,
Takes form,
The moment he gets home.
Brewder
Pour in some coffee,
let it flow;
chirp away.
Illegitimi non carborundum
Ceremony,
Pompous intentions;
one supports the other,
And in it,
We rejoice.
Notes of musk
Mysterious,
With a whiff of what-has-he-been-upto,
Tall, cocky,
A smile that’s way too much –
Over-the-top indulgent.
A love letter to Pondicherry
Dear Pondy,
I grew up with you. You held valuable treasures that I still unearth, to this day. Your many sights, your numerous tastes, and your inclusive vibe drew me towards you, like no one else did.
Chérie, I’m coming home.
A Sight into My Psyche 