Vagabond Love

Mad, insane, young love;

 When the youth is  ripe and stuck on the head, Her askance look to the opposite sex, and getting a strange glance back from Him. The vibrations that are created in the fragile body, when the hot and ripe male gaze touches her body for the first time, fiddling and fondling with her most tender areas, being inquisitive of that which lay underneath those piles of delicate frills and laces; and then the shying away, the sudden imbalance in the ever balanced hormones and eventually , follows the idea to approach the unavoidable.

It starts with exchanging shy and nervous glances, talking hesitatingly, and then the breaking away of that reluctance by first taking her hand firmly into his, Oh! How she shivers and draws her steps back, but then the maddening serpent, that riseth from below, it taketh its toll over reason. Finally, it gives way to the event when he catches hold of her, envelopes her greedily in his arms, and that maddening fit, which leaves one wanting and lusting for the taste of the skin of the other; when lips meet another of their kind, and they relish the taste of that which they had never known before- the taste, the touch, the scent of another human, but of the opposite sex.

They no more belong to that naïve club of kids, rather the consumer of a partial ‘original sin’. The lad, drunk in his surmounting youth, listens to no one, he pays no heed to the rituals of this rigid world, he is either mad in his game, or an insane rock star who beholds nothing but her muse in front of him; and She, on the other hand, is the one who is an absolute sharer in his very act and every deed, she is swollen with pride of her beauty and of her possession of HIM , yes, she possesses him and he is mad after her, like she had some magic spell casted on him. 

Together they wander amidst the wilderness, away from the civilization who would bind them in the shackles of orthodoxy, they are like the vagabonds, dancing to the drum beats of the Goan rave parties, soaking their feet together in the hot, golden sand of the beach, climbing mountains together and challenging the wild river with the oars of their love. They feel they have the ultimate and the absolute power to challenge the world, and that together, the two of them are sufficient to exist, enough for each other. It’s this realization that makes them go stronger and stronger everyday, along with them going madder and even madder; the two agile and mutually hungry bodies, thrust everything apart that hinders the union of the two and then like some primitive, savage yet graceful Adam and Eve, they make love. Her wanting more of him, with every second and every minute and him giving every bit of himself to her, they go on and on and on till the end of the time, the scratches of her wild nails on his back, how she buries her head, her little pink mouth in his chest; how he takes her in his arms, loves her, fills her totality with all that his masculinity could offer, and then, eventually she floods.

And she follows him, wherever he goes, whatever he does, he captures her moves and curves in his lenses, she keeps him tight in her heart, they grow older and more mature with the passage of time, yet they remain like some quintessential vagabonds, in the search of new dimensions of their love.

She remained that cat

“Shasha Fierce”

magnetic eyes

drunk with the liquor

mature and voluptuous

youth and passion.

She remained that queen

who reigned on him

and he remained that horse

swift and agile

powerful were his moves

and his rhythmic strokes

that maddened her

and brought her to his feet.

And they remained like vagabonds

beholding subliminal scenes

everyday and every night

A crazy lad and a love sick wench

together, they braved the sun

right into His eyes

Oh! They braved the world

They braved the world!

when he stroked

and she whirled!