I'm kissing my pillow just to feel you, hiding from the world just to steal you, spending my days loving you on video calls, the last time I touched your skin, I do not recall..
I know you're an artist when you paint my body with two fingers, I know you're an artist When you tear apart my new vogue drawers, I know what your brush needs A desire to push me onto a white- sheet, You've all the dirty colours on your bed Hold my neck, dip your brush, paint me red
His active nerves My soft dry lips His drenched intentions My fragrant breaths His vigorous touch When he cuddles after the shot Yes, I like it very much
A heartwarming welcome by your memories, I receive. It'll be just okay to pour hatred, I believe. It's painful yet a thing of beauty, I groan. The way you bore my heart, and call it home.
सुबह ने सारे पन्ने फाड़ दिए रात की हक़ीक़त के सारे शब्द सुबह ने किताबों से झाड़ दिए मेरी अंगुलियों में छपे रह गए स्याही के कुछ हल्के गहरे दाग बाकी बचे अर्थ मेरे शब्दों के मैने ज़िंदगी मे अपनी उतार दिए