Abandoned Dreams

We leave them behind,

Trailing along behind us,

Marking a long line

Of ambitions and memories.

We leave them behind,

In our pursuit of importance,

To gather dust by,

The wayside.

Forgotten futures

That could have been,

Just passing before our eyes,

Like a snapshot movie,

Of memories.

A little ode to such,

Abandoned dreams.

A minute of remembrance,

To such abandoned dreams.

Like unborn children,

That could never be,

We shed tears of sadness,

For that which we left to bleed.

He loves, She loves.

She looked at him as He peeled away at his clothes. The ominous light from the street lamp cast eerie shadows, rendering a sense of surrealism to the scene that was unfolding before her eyes. They moved closer as He kept undressing every piece of clothing. Piece by piece. Hypnotically. They were growing closer. And the merging into one amorphous, indistinct mass happened in one fluid motion.

The dark shapes kept moving and changing in the orange street lamp filtering through the window. The velvety intimacy reached a feverish pitch and gradually subsided.

They were done in. For the first time.

*     *             *

“I didn’t know what I was doing”, He said to a rapt audience. She was lying on the bed, sunlight from the window filtering into the room, watching him as He spoke. Her attention concentrated on every word He was uttering.

“She beckoned to me with a wag of her forefinger. I went closer and suddenly she pulled me closer to her by my waistband.”

“She then asked me: ‘Do you know what I’m going to do next?’ I shook my head, in a daze, unable to believe what was happening. I had no idea what was happening to me. She then unzipped my pants and touched my penis. She was playing with it, when she looked up at me and asked, ‘Do you know what else you can do with this apart from peeing?’ I shook my head again. And then, for the next five minutes, l had a mind-blowing experience that changed my life forever. In a lot of ways, she is the first woman I ever loved.”

“How old were you?” She asked, in a contemplative way.

“Twelve.”

“And she was your aunt?”

“Yes.”

*             *             *

She looked at The Friend as they were having sex. Yes, they did have a strange connection. Yes they do.

“So do you like it when the guy pins you down and you’re struggling to break away from him?” The Friend asks her with great interest.

“Yes, yes, I do!” She replies with increasing excitement.

“Come, watch us masturbate.” says He to The Friend.

They’re doing it to an audience. Oh yes, they love it. The excitement of having someone watch them. The sexual control they have over The Friend.

“Slap him!” The Friend instructs her. She does. The Friend groans in painful pleasure.

Yes, they were best friends – He and The Friend. Yes, She and He were together. Yes, The Friend knew more about her than He did.

*             *             *

“Sure, you can date him if you want to. I’ll fix you both up.” He abruptly gets up and leaves as soon as He tells her that.

She looks at him, amusement written on her face. She runs across the study tables in the library to catch up with his long, quick strides.

“I wasn’t too keen on it anyway”, She says nonchalantly, catching up with him.

“You know, I wouldn’t want you to feel any form of obligation towards me” He suddenly stops and turns to her with a smile. It was a brilliant smile. It could melt a bar of chocolate from a hundred paces. There was...something forced about it though. Dazzling. As always. But…

He abruptly turns away and walks away. She calls out to him. He turns and looks at her. She just looks at him, unable to say what she wanted to. He raises his eyebrows into a quizzical expression. She slowly shakes her head, biting her lower lip. He turns away, like something in him was lost.

*             *             *

“Did you know, your name means ‘ear’?” She asks him.

“No!” He disagrees vehemently.

“Then what does it mean?” She asks him, studying his reactions and soaking in every expression on his face. “Helper? Warrior?”

“It means Rays of the Sun” He replies with a smug expression. “You can take your pick.”

“But isn’t ‘ear’ fascinating?” She probes.

“Hmm...why.” He knew where it was headed, but He wasn’t going to take up the bait.

“It is...well...” She trails off, unable to complete what She wanted to say.

“And why are you searching for meanings of my name?” He confronts.

She laughs a careless laugh, “Oh, it was very random.”

“Alright, I gotta go!” She announces suddenly.

It was his turn to laugh. Though, a knowing laugh.

*             *             *

Catharsis

“Oh! You should look at this” she says as she waves her newfound book in her arms.

He looks up at her distractedly, himself engrossed in something very deep and meaningful. For him, at least.

“Don’t you like this?” she asks enthusiastically.

No, no. He couldn’t be bothered right now. He was already under a lot of pressure. No, he couldn’t look up to enjoy the small things that life has to offer. Everything else was insignificant compared to what he was facing.

She looks disappointed at his lukewarm response, but she doesn’t say anything. She understood. She had to be understanding.

“So, would you like to go to the Beer Fest this evening?” she tries once more.

Beat of silence. It stretches. It gets uncomfortable. She tries to not look crestfallen, but tears were welling up in her eyes.

“Well, wouldn’t you at least tell me something? I’d like to know.” Finally summoning the courage to confront him.

“Look..” he says, without being able to make eye contact with her, “I just need some time. Please don’t ask me these questions.”

“Alright,” she approaches cautiously, “I don’t want to be prying, but..I’d just like to know. That’s all.”

He gets up from the park bench and walks away into the sunset. She watches him as he walks away and disappears into the evening. With every step of his hunched demeanour, she could see her life slipping away. Of what life she thought might be with him. She could see it all falling apart, but really couldn’t do anything about it. She waits till the disappointment settles down in her heart. The sun sets into the evening, gradually. Until it gets quite dark and she suddenly takes note of her surroundings.

My god, it is quite late, she thinks to herself. With a sigh, she picks herself up and prepares to leave for the life that does await her. To the welcoming arms of daily routine. At least, these things need me, she thinks to herself as she walks away into the twinkling night of the city.

Dirty in My Head

Oh we have a casual conversation alright,

But you don’t know what I’m thinking in my head.

“So how is work?” you ask,

“Pretty good”, I reply.

But do you know, that I’m undressing

You, in my head?

Sure we discuss family irritations.

“I feel like getting out of home”, you say.

“Oh I agree!!” I reply.

But do you know, that I’m wondering

What your skin feels like underneath

That shirt that smells like a dream?

You say, “Last night I got high.”

I say, “Wow, for me its been some time”.

But do you know, I think all the while

What it’d be like, when we’re high?

We discuss something boring

Like free gold coins for marketing.

Then the occasional, accidental brush of your hands

Against my knees, and there is electricity

Shooting through me.

Sure we keep it tame –

You simple John, and me plain Jane.

But there are these dirty thoughts

In my head.

Oh I want to wrestle you alright.

Just prove my might.

Lets play this match alright?

Till death shall we tough it out and

Fight?

Lets see how far we get.

Coz I have these dirty, dirty

Thoughts in my head.

Frequency

Come let’s bounce along,

The same frequency.

Let me know you

For a while longer,

So that I read,

Your thought patterns.

The familiarity of it all,

Let’s enjoy the comfort,

Of each other’s,

Frequency.

Come let’s explore,

New dimensions,

Through each other’s,

Thought patterns.

Let’s see the same light,

The same colours;

Let’s hear the same words,

The same sounds;

Let’s understand,

The same meaning,

In each other’s,

Frequency.

Suck on my finger tips...

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Her Space Holiday. For the kinky side in us.

A Bird in the Hand is worth two in the Bush

For starters, you might be wondering what kind of a bush I'm talking about right? No, no. Not that one. This one is quite tame.

There was Emily Wayne who liked candies. She already had a box of dark chocolate. It was good. Very good, in fact. But after a while, she got bored of it. That is about the time when she came across another box of dark chocolate. This one is different from the previous one because it has rum filling and spices in it. Much later she was gifted milk chocolate. Oh god, the pleasure and agony of them all! Which one must she choose?

So she went chose the first thing that was accessible. The milk chocolate. So God got angry with her and punished her for being greedy and made her fat!!

End of story.

Quoting Amardeep Singh Hunjan: "Someone truly said, 'I don't want to leave a place where I'm having a good time for a place where I "expect" to have a better time' "

Truer words haven't been spoken.