Imprint

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his relentless fingers
follow an unbroken trajectory
of lusty greed
over my feverish skin,
smearing impossible daydreams
like a vibrant painting
bathed in hues of red
over my flawed body;
an immortal imprint
searing through my flesh slowly,
tendrils of heat
spreading tantalizing
through my veins,
mingling my blood with his essence,
leaving on my tongue
the scorching taste
of his maddening presence
like a permanent after taste
or an inescapable memory
of skin against skin,
of body against body,
united but never colliding –
an everlasting reverie.

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My Stranger

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Hooded eyes and hidden smiles

My stranger watches me

Like a phantom of the night

And I’d be vexed at the scrutiny –

The cheapest intrusion:

Mind, body, soul

All thrown into chaos –

But that I watch him too

More thoroughly

And more darkly

Than his beaded eyes ever could.

I wonder why romantic fools

Consider battles like ours sensual?

I see nothing but malice

Cruel, narcissistic

Conceited challenge in his smile:

Nothing but himself

And then him some more

Drowns in the depths of him

And there’s no room to drown

A single human soul.

And yet I stare

Locked in the snake’s tempting glare

Linking my eyes with his

My soul to his

Wrecking my world

Losing my peace

Panting – for breath

And for a little space

To drown myself in him.

 

~Diksha

A Hard Choice

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Heartbeat

In overdrive,

Breathing

Laboured

And terrified,

Eyes

Closed shut

Tight,

I hover

Between life

And death,

Wondering

Whether

To give in

And jump

Over the

Precipice.

~Diksha

The Beginning of the End

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Take me back

To the time my steps were small

And there was always someone to save me

From each and every fall.

Take me back

To the time my mum was my world,

My dad was my superhero

And life, just a mystery to be unfurled.

Take me back

To the time the giggles were real,

When life was so simple

And love wasn’t a deal.

Take me back

To the time when it all began,

I’ll try to turn my feet around

And change the course of the plan.

~Diksha

Worm

 

It slithers

Inside my brain –

Creeping around,

Inside out,

Making it’s way

Between all

The dead,

All the decay.

It crawls

Through the labyrinth,

Suckling on

The dirt,

Feasting on all

The grime,

The dust

Of my sins.

It slinks

Amongst the ruins,

Trailing around

My pain,

Goading me on,

Mocking me

For my filthy,

Uncouth offence.

~Diksha

Drowning Reality

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Blurry eyes

And clouded vision –

My own mind

Feels like a prison.

Desperate fingers

Struggling in the smoke,

Trying to grasp reality

Which is but a joke.

The chaos in my head,

Like a bottomless pool,

Threatens to drown me –

The delusional fool.

Here in the water,

With no air to breathe,

I flail around, terrified,

Of the monster underneath.

My screams go unheard

And fighting is no use,

My throat feels choked

By an invisible noose.

Limbs getting paralysed,

I strain my eyes to see

But I might as well be blind

For down here, it’s just you and me.

~Diksha

Tit-for-tat

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The fire

In my soul

Refuses to subside;

My need

To murder – I can

No longer hide.

The day

You touched me

A part of me died;

And a bit more

When I saw

How you’d lied.

Now sit back

And enjoy

The bloody ride,

For now

It’s my turn

To break your pride.

~Diksha

Uninvited Guest

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Hidden in a crevice,

Lying silently in a nook,

Sneaking around creepily –

Fleeting glimpses when I look;

Breathing down my neck

As I’m buried in a book;

His deathly, chilly presence

Leaves me frozen – spooked and shook.

~Diksha

The Devil’s Plaything

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Breathless, I strain

Against the pull of the puppet string –

Trapped, encaged

In the confines of the circus ring.

Like a demonic sadist,

You torture me like a mere plaything.

From one crazy height

To another of insanity you swing.

Flirting with madness,

You revel in your lunatic fling;

Forcing me on the tightrope,

You laugh at how I struggle to cling.

You pull at me harder

Just to relish in how my screams sing,

For I am your puppet

And you, insanity’s best circus king.

~Diksha

 

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