There are times when I do not realize,

How my unintentional actions can hurt and agonize!

When I am finally able to comprehend it later,

You had already been emotionally marred and battered.

My blunders and guilt, leave me chagrined,

Making me utterly empty from within.

I say my sorries, with all my heart,

Even though I know it’s late, as I have already torn you apart.

There are things that I say and things that I don’t,

A beautiful person like you can never have another clone.

I sincerely apologize with a heavy heart and a sense of misgiving,

I shudder at the thought, what if my gaffes become our undoing!

There are times when I do not realize,

How my unintentional actions can hurt and agonize!

But, as I said, they are completely unintentional,

Seeing you happy is the only thing indispensable.

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.