Unknowns of Knowns

On the window with falling sun light, her silhouette with golden

outlines sketching her to perfection from the sun made an exotic view.

Her gently flying hair goosebumps over her body, and the smoke leaving

her lips revolving around her just before vanishing into the air. She

knew she was being watched by him with lusty romantic eyes relishing

her body and the cigarette. she wouldn't force the smoke out but would

just let it fly through her mouth and occasionally nose, it brought a

certain calmness into her chaotic mind. Its like a mist or fog
covering her waves of pain and troubles, she says to him. By now he had

known this. That's why he never stopped her from smoking and why would

he? He loved to see her smoke,it was something which aroused him. She

picked up her mug filled with coffee and gives him another smile. She

was always surprised how his eyes saw her, despite the lust and his

uncountable fantasies there was always more to them, there was love

there was care there was freedom in his eyes for her. She could roam

naked in front him and please herself without him judging her.But she

was aware of his eyes never leaving her,she enjoyed it. That gaze from

him seduced her beyond her imaginations. She brings forth the lighter

to help him with his smoke and both sit on the window. Their breathing

was in unison synced perfectly, so when ever they exhaled there was a

cloud of smoke between them. He always blew air through the smoke

knowing it makes her angry as watching the smoke creating new patterns

and dissolving was pleasure to her. but she would smile at him, and

his face would lit up with mischievous expression. she nudges him and

he holds her hand,caressing it before pulling her into his arms and

wrapping her into them. Friction between their skins would send

tinglings to her body as would when he breaths on her neck leaving her

with soft shudders. They whispered Love between them. He wasn't the

most attractive of the guys she knew but he was the best for what she

had asked for. She moved her hair to one side of her neck to feel more

air leaving his lungs as she puts off her smoke, she loved to share

his smoke. she always wondered why his smokes lasted more than her's.

It could be his brand or may be he is slow but whatever,she rubbishes

those thoughts and brings his hand near her lips and takes a drag

after kissing his fingers. She would let the smoke travel all the way

through her lungs and spread till it mildly kicked her senses out of

the place. she liked it best with him, when she knew he had her back,

while she was leaning on him. She would dream, dream of them together

always just the way she wanted. She wanted to be there for his

pleasure in exchange of his love, and she knew he wanted her to exist,

she could not deny that she had the same reasons for being with him

too. But she was afraid. For her love towards the smoke and its

patterns, she was scared if this too might just wither away. But then

he would just hug her so tight that made her forget her worries for

the time being. She wondered how he knew before hand what she needed

specially when it came to her emotional needs. She laughed and

remembered that how much ever so he is good at knowing and remembering

her emotions he was little bad when it came to things like her

favorite food or restaurant or chocolate. What? he asked her as he

rubbed his lips over her neck and kissed. she held his hands and

whispered "You". Would you like to go for another round? he whispered

kissing her ears, she could see his smile from the reflection and

gently hits his head and whispers Shut up and just Hold me and stop

seducing me. He smiled back at her and she knew he wasn't going to

stop. She loved it, she loved him. She felt him adoring her body

through his finger tips running across her cleavage and moving down.

Despite saying No she never stopped him. The Sun slowly went down upon

them and they picked their mugs. Before they could leave the room he

pulled her on him and hugged her. The solace that it was in his warm

hug. Thank you for this beautyful day he said and there he goes again

she thought in her mind, he was more emotional than her more emotional

than any guy normally would. But that gave her what she needed the

most an appreciation may be for what she was and that made her love

him even more. He knew what she needed that made him love her more.

    She made the dinner, he helped her. If kissing and teasing time and
again was helping then you sure did she teased him. she was in her

panties, brown his favorite and his gray t shirt it was too big for

her that he often said two of you can fit in there. She made chicken,

it was his secret, no one knew that he had started it back again not

even his family knew. He loved the mild taste of her food despite

having the likes for nose running spicy. Her food was a subtle

reminder of a middle path to him. They always shared plate. Plate

divided in perfect two halves as she would pour in butter over her

rice and he couldn't stand the smell of it let alone eating it. There

were differences between them, more than they could count, poles apart

from each other in every single aspect. From where to keep the shoes

to how to use utensils. It seemed their whole relation was build on

these very foundation of differences. Somehow they always found the

balance just like her food he thought. He poured them a glass of wine

and he opened her hair tied in pony tail by pulling her bow out. He

took her in his arms and sat quietly sipping the wine. She got one

smoke from his packet please not now he said. She smiled at him, smile

with hints of naughtyness she knew how perfectly it goes for him the

smoke the wine and her fragrance. She knew it worked like a strong

spell on him, spell that she would do anything to not let it wear off.

She always thought more like a conviction it was to her that she has

to keep him impressing at times it really took toll on her but she

loved doing it. Taking him for granted was a cardinal sin for her or

more than that. She would punish herself for hurting him even when he

said he wasn't but something always gave him away. There was this one

time when she tried to make him jealous of other guy but it didn't

turned out as she planned it to. He tried to convince her that he got

jealous but it made him realize how much he loves her and wants her to

be with him. Despite him making her understand all for hours she could

still see in his eyes that he was hurt more than jealous. She took

blade and ran it through her wrists. Punishing herself, but even that

turned out to be exactly opposite. She realized the more she punished

herself by hurting her it wasn't her, but him. she slit her wrist but

he bled. She tried to hold on to hot metal rod but it was his skin

that burnt. Those were the rare moments when she saw something more

than love in his eyes and it was anger. He was angry at her. You were
really mad at me, she said leaning her back on to his chest. Being mad
doesn't cut it out sweetie, he replied calmly while wrapping her in his

arms. It was only then she realized how much he cared about her. He

did not let go of her wrist for hours she remembered that. I wonder
how on Earth you started drooling when your girlfriend was injured she

winked at him and to this he had no answers. she knew it wasn't easy

to put up with her erratic emotional conditions she traced her fingers

across his lips and kissed him. Oh!! the taste of his lips infused

with sweetness of the smokes. He turned her around and she straddled

her legs around him and her arms around his neck. He was holding her

by her waist and he swiftly moved her hair falling on her face behind

her ear and locked them. He cupped her cheek and wondered will there

be any day when her beauty wont cease to surprise him. The answer is
No she whispered. What? he was taken totally off guard. Will I ever
stop being beautyful for you the answer is No, never, She said grinning . How did you? before he could finish she had her lips on his back again. he gently

caressed her back and she moved her hands across his neck and hair. No

questions she added as their lips parted. He smiled, If my
questions are going to cut short like this way every time i try to ask them i wouldn't mind being a question bank. She buried her head on his

shoulder, he laughed alone on his attempts of joke, and hugged her

tightly closing his eyes. She hugged him back with her eyes closed

too. For that little moment hidden inside their hug they were in

different world. A world belonging to them and no one else. At times

they would loose track of time in their embrace. Surprising how the

clock works they both thought the same thing each time. He made his

hands beneath the t shirt and was rubbing her back, how much he loved

touching her skin, feeling those sweet spots which tickled her. For

her there were no spots like that on his body. But there were Hot

Spots as she called them. Do something there and He would transform

from a romantic love making guy to a wild beast. She took her chances

once in a while, He had made her love in his Wild burst outs. Unusually

painful yet pleasurable. But not today she thought. Let this night

just pass in the arms of the man she loves. She knew he was thinking

the same thing as his tickles had not turned into seduction. Before

she knew she was asleep in his hug. He gently kept her on the bed and

turned the lights off.

Last Winter

It never has snowed in winter here,
I wish someday it happens.
The morning turning blue,
The fog making sight unclear.
.
Oh!! how much i love winters,
The numbness it brings along.
The shorter mornings,
And nights long.
.
The mist all around,
Vapors to breath.
But it seems so uncertain now,
For what is abound.
.
Memories of warmth of love,
The touch,the scent.
Slowly fading into the mist,
Forgetting the time spent.
.
Dew on the leaves,
Starts drying.
Blood leaving the veins,
Lush green begins dying.
.
It seems winter wont come,
To me it would be late.
The chaos that winter froze,
Has melted my fate.
.
Echos of fire,
Wont be soothing.
Tears and fire,
Would be Fighting.
.
Oh!My winter,
Where are you now?
I have started to loose,
Faith and beliefs vow.
.
Grace me once more,
While i still can feel.
Your cold into my spine,
And let me heal.
.
My wounds have gone deep,
And have turned black.
Stop this bleeding,
And wash its track.
.
Wish you come early,
Before i fall asleep.
I am not strong enough,
For the promises i have to keep.
.
Wish you come in haste,
Before it starts to pain.
Draw me cold,
Before i start to drain.
.
These rains have burnt me,
Beyond my flesh and bones.
They have turned me hollow,
Sending me to gallows of unknowns.
.
Oh!! My winter,
Where are you now?
.
.
Alas you come,
I can feel.
Against my skin,
On the blade of steel.
.
Cold runs though my spine,
As closer the blade you bring.
You came back to me,
As for the last i sing.
.
Come back to me,
Before all.
And stop this pain,
Before it starts to crawl.
.
But you came just in metal,
Betraying me to warm blood.
As you fall from my hands,
Spurring the red flood.
.
Hand is red,
And lips are blue.
Oh!you came back,
For the last time and true.

Burn

Wind softly played with white curtains,
And with chimes,
Hiding her whispers,
And her cries.
She left it to her tears,
trickling down her cheeks.
As they turn would black,
Her mind played the tricks.
Her memories started fade,
All she knew was turning fake.
Was it illusion?
She knew nothing of what they said.
Her heart kept on the race,
Against her will,
The door's open,
To the White field.
All she had were whispers,
Of her soul.
The voices in her head,
Making chaos.
She was dragged
And was tied.
To the woods
All confide.
She held on to herself,
Waiting for her to be dead.
She begged for all this to stop,
But the colors were going away.
Some said she is cursed,
But no ears for her say.
She screamed to curse,
She cursed herself.
Bruised wrists and neck,
Air had turned into smoke,
She would give up anytime
But wondered the pain she could take.
Fire reached her legs,
Melting skin and burning bones,
Her tears dried leaving traces of black,
And wounds of pelting stones.
Witch! Witch! Witch as they cried,
Burn! Burn! Burn! they added,
Alas she was at peace,
Some said Black was her soul.
The Faint smile had its cease.

Chinese Whispers

Senseless Whispers
(in whispers)
Make haste,
Take the taste,
Relish the moment,
And breathe the scent.
Make haste,
Take the test,
Relish the moment,
And breathe the sent.
Make crest,
Take the rest,
Relish the comment
And breed the scent.
Make crest
Take the rest
Relish the faint
And heath the cent.
Make crest
Heath the cent
Take the rest
Relish the faint.
Ohh what?
umm..
Take the rest
Health the cent
Make crest
Relish the faint.
Ok?
(in audible voice)
Take rest
Health is cent
Make crest
Take rest.