The tale traces back to the yore, Always heard the rumours in galore, Aliens walking amidst us, wherefore!   What started off just to be a one-time communication, With whom I thought was a human. Eventually, turned into a daily friendly conversation, Uncovering the mystery of him being a non-human.   Upset and woebegone the Continue reading

I want you to hold me tight, With all your might, Knowing how your right on me, is the only thing right, Kiss me luv, give me a lustful bite, Let your amorous touch accord me with feels infinite, Let passion and seduction be at its absolute glorious height, Immerse inside me and let our Continue reading

In words I dwell,its mystical urge that propels!Words I breathe,discover solace beneath.Words I consume,sans them, life would be doomed.Words I disperse,through skilful expressions and verse.Words fill the void,succouring as a constant guide.Words unto my grave,as I am thy eternal slave.- Neha Sharma Continue reading

You weren’t just a beautiful face, I always thought there was more to you. The good, bad or ugly…? I chose to believe the last two couldn’t be true. In those innocent and gently protruding eyes, Who could sense the veiled emptiness and sly! In that buoyancy of glee and mirth, Who could sense the Continue reading

For if I could linger in a perpetual dream, Thou shalt always be in it. For if thou ever tried to escape, I shalt find a zillion reasons to make thee stay. For if in reality thou can’t be mine, At least in my dreams I can forever be thine.   Continue reading

As sexy as the vocable voluptuous sounds, Doesn’t change the fact that you are round, Some might have avoided saying plump; Out of civility or afraid of being frowned, Anyway, you do have on yourself few extra pounds.   Hoarding old clothes in the corners of the closet, Hoping one day it would fit again; Continue reading

I can write about the fallen angels and the rise of diabolical demons, Also, the species that fall in-between; the cryptic humans.   I can write about the inner peace and the superficial cacophony, Also, the myriad universal symphony.   I can write about the clear sky and the tempestuous sea, Also, the nature’s compelling Continue reading

He said, “It’s my way or highway,” After cogitating, she chose the latter, Embracing to stray rather than to stay, Much to his surprise; Letting him collect the pieces now scattered. Continue reading

Under the luminous crescent moon, Her heart was racing, as he made her swoon.   Being next to him was complete surrealism, Along with the mystical music of psithurism.   When they both were standing at a distance, Their silhouettes were in blissful coexistence.   Every time she managed to steal a look, His intense, Continue reading

It was you. It was me. It was love.   It was you. It was me. It was a lie.   It is you. It is me. It is a goodbye. Continue reading