Journey

That sweaty, sultry morning of April suddenly enlivened Shekhar's work routine. Time suspended, the moment donned rose-tinted glasses and he dived in it as he leafed through the pages of a black and white wedding photo album. A symphony echoed in his ears, and memories of his nuptial day danced to its tunes infront of his eyes. 'Pack quickly, the truck is on its way,' the owner of the house shouted from across the room. Coming out of his trans, Shekhar got back to packing the owner's belongings in neat boxes, ready to be moved to a different location. His beloved, too had once been on her way visiting a different location, when fate sent her resting below a tombstone. 

Heavy breathing,
supressed moans,
flexing muscles,
Cannot control
And it hits the right spot
She lets out a cry,
he pulls it out finally
Oh good lord! Sigh!
Relaxed expressions,
face all glee
The bee sting was out
And the doctor held it triumphantly

l'amour n'est pas facile

I'm standing on a threshold

But it feels like a maze

My head is spinning,

Why this rage?

A prayer to almighty

Please show me a way

There are colors all around

But why am I seeing gray?

Why is there a tear in my eye

When u are sound asleep on the other end?

I've turned greedy I guess,

And it's my penance.

I want more of you,

When all I can have is this much

Yes, just this much,

When my life is on a threshold

A threshold, which feels like a maze.