A Poem Leafs severing from The trees, In hush autumn A contract, Of foreverness ending, Or perhaps a cycle — of death and rebirth. Cold hands, empty hearts Waiting in gallery For your sparkling shine. Sitting alone, Knitting your unworn cardigan Tears glistening the fibers Weaves on… and on — my despair.

Beautiful? Check. Fun? Check. A stable job? Check. Love life? EH? — I broke off with my High school sweetheart over text. Many years later, I broke off with this other dude in college as a tarot reader told me he’s going to cheat on me if he hadn’t already. Yes, this is what little it took for me to break up…

Whether you are all set to celebrate the season with your boo — elaborate dinner plans, chocolates, cards, gifts — or you are single and meeting that hunk you met online, a couple of lascivious tracks as backup won’t hurt. You know, in case things escalate to a carnal intermingling…

A Poem — I suffer in getting in touch with my feminine —  The sacred Yin, the intuitive High priestess Because I have always been The go-getter or have been in the go-getter from as long As I can remember, I was told times are changing And I thought that meant I could be more like a boy I felt I had to be that way And discard my softer, gentler Natural self. Now its 4 am and some twenty years later I lay alone, struggling to Find a middle ground with the Boy I love Because his Masculine is as distorted as Mine feminine And we both stand empty-handed In front of each other with Tsunami love inside But not finding a way to flood In each other waters Restless we roar To find a Calming ,

A love letter to my unappreciated friends… — The wide bowl Has enough depths to Hold popcorns in Streaming brooks of My weeping eyes The burns on the pan Exhibits heat and smoke Of my stressful day The coffee mug is my Ever forgiving friend Even though I fractured his hand, By being careless, as I’m Many times with bones of my…

Her sinful breasts and Enchanting curves carved By bloodthirsty demons Are a bait for your men You try to instill submission When you couldn’t, You instill fear of Her dark locks nothing But a witch’s web. …

You beaut tale

A simple mantra which will take you places in life. — Once, I heard an influencer saying in an interview, “Always produce more than you consume”. I did not know of her previous work, but this phrase stuck with me. I am a fan of podcasts and interviews. It doesn’t matter if they talk about my interests or not, I have…

A poem — Melting with just a single Touch, my skin craves your's Roughness and raw I could feel the longing, My goosebumps pointing, In your way Wanting to be soothed and Fondled by your paws. Your hands on my waist Strong and firm, Just like my devotion And determination to be With you till the end…