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At night we lay together 
feeling the warm whiff 
of each other's breath 
and a gap kept whirling between us. 
  
We kept on looking at each other 
exchanging pensive, 
placid, passionate glances. 
  
  
Your eyes demanded and 
mine were just inquisitive 
of the desire that swelled your chest. 
  
Your eyes explored, 
like a hungry traveller 
they measured my voluptuous contours, 
while you kept on braving 
the storm 
of passion 
that quickened 
your heart and 
like a ship that tosses 
amidst the turbulent waves 
  
I gave in and 
I wrecked in your arms

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!

Rockstar's Lady

I felt disturbed,     when you stared at my body     while I was undressing     and I asked you,     “What is it that you’re looking at my rockstar?”     you came to me from behind     sliding your arms around my waist     you kissed my neck and gave me shivers     and said, “Be the guitar to this rockstar baby, and let me strum it.”     Feeling mischievous, I broke away from you     and stood in front of a mirror,     I admired and took pride     on the beauty that I saw, reflecting in there,     “I will bring you down on your knees,     will make you beg and steal,     If you want a piece of me     you’ve got to win me.”     You gave me an indifferent smirk,     you grabbed your guitar and took off your shirt,     then you played on those strings     and when you fingered its chords,     I felt like a wanton serpent     enchanted by the snake charmer’s melody,     the sound of that electric instrument     went deep inside and moved me,     envious of ‘that’, which you had in your hands,     then, I wished to be tickled likewise     by your beautifully perfect fingers.           I saw you hot and raw     still staring at me, like before,     but this time, with some queer triumph in your eyes     as you knew, that I was to surrender soon,     I crawled my way to you,     Yes, I was down on my knees,     I sat behind you, beholding your shoulders     huge packs of strength, strong as boulders,     but you didn’t give a damn,     You kept on making love to your guitar,     that left me astonished, it was so bizarre     the electric tune was maddening,     I wanted you, on me, with me, within me     so I flipped back my hair     that hurled and danced in the air     my bare bosom against your brawny back     it was cool and dormant     against the hot sweat that your body erupted     and there were steamy vapors all around   of heat and sweat and cigarettes that could be found,     I kissed and licked and smiled and grinned,     I held and hugged with passion fully brimmed,     it was then, when finally     you threw away your passive, electric lady     'twas flesh that had won already,     My rockstar, finally you did turn to me,     You pulled me from behind     and like a speeding airplane     I boisterously crashed into your arms,     your eyes shone bright and you held me tight     you pressed and sucked, you kissed and crushed.           The tinkling of my anklet against your feet,     the whispering of wind outside in the street,     the soft sound that I made in your ears     and the moans and groans, when it was out of our bear,     All night long we loved and there was a symphony     that stood out amidst the silent cacophony     of loneliness and darkness,     of ugliness and madness,     there was I, in my rockstar’s arms     feeling ecstatic then, that I must     and there lay that electric lady       cold and ignored, all alone on dust.