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 alien was distressed,

The tendencies of humans rendered him utterly perplexed,

Beyond tolerance, he finally decided his discomfort to express.

 

And express is what he did!

Reasoned better to an earthling.

Also, on an online application devised by a mortal,

Carefully to comprehend the twisted ways of us humans for his own self-learning.

 

Interpreting our ways proved to be beyond his comprehension,

But as a gastronaut he is, the food here caught his attention,

Made his uncertain stay on our planet prolong, owing to the harmless fare obsession.

 

I wish for him of whatever little I know him,

I’m glad that he fails to completely discern us terrestrials.

May his love for food and music, continue keeping his life forever brimmed,

Uninfluenced by our modus vivendi, he is certainly better being an extraterrestrial.

 

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 bodies and souls unite,

Making it an effing hell of a raunchy, steamy, sleepless night.

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

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 phony con and smirk!

In those audacious compliments and extols,

Who could sense the effortless glib on your lips!

In that lingering poised and tender touch,

Who could sense that crude salacious intent!

In those smooth loquacious confabulations,

Who could sense the art of that deceptive act!

In those unsolicited assurances and promises,

Who could sense the careless flippancy!

You aren’t still just a beautiful face,

I am certain there is more to you.

Is it good, bad or ugly…?

I don’t need to choose when I know which is true.

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.

 

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;

And with pride you will show off and cosset,

How you wish reality it becomes!

And not just remains your crotchet.

 

Decking up for a social affair is a tedious hunt,

A frantic search for the perfect outfit;

While muttering a woeful grunt,

Scathing, nasty, and candidly blunt,

Trials and tribulations are constant.

 

Boycotting junk food is a resolution made every other day,

And yet, the temptation doesn’t let you be at bay,

The scrummy snack unconsciously lets your resolve astray,

And there again, your anatomy is betrayed.

 

Plans and schedules are made for regular exercising,

Relentlessly in your mind the same, memorizing,

Few days of unfaltering, unflinching physical uprising,

Rest of it, procrastinated leaving you immobilizing.

 

In this colossal body you feel you are impounded,

But you won’t give up and will be unbounded,

Because as sexy as the vocable voluptuous sounds,

Doesn’t change the fact that you are round.

 

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 artistry.
 

I can write about that first secretive glance and the last kiss saying goodbye,

Also, the immense affection it brings along thereby.
 

I can write about the long lost love and the incipient romance,

Also, the state when one is in a lovesick trance.
 

I can write about the shallow hearts and the profound heartbreak,

Also, about all the complexities our heart invariably takes.
 

I can write about the love accepted and the agonizing love unrequited,

Also, the silly dopamine responsible for the emotions incited.
 

I can write about the morning glory and the evening primroses,

Also, about their charm in poems and proses.
 

I can write about the blossoming youth and the perishing senility,

Also, the life’s perpetual fragility.
 

What I fail to write is about your mere pretence and my eternally generous love,

Words fall short for a masquerader and a mourning dove.

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.

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, gleaming eyes kept her hooked.
 

That beautifully magical, kindling night,
Was a perfect addition to her basorexic delight.
 

Anticipating, hesitating, finally…

Their interspaced lips met,
This smoldering kiss was just an onset.
 

The sweetest encounter left her overwhelmingly nonplussed,
That irresistible moment was pure stardust.

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.