Time of the month

It's that time of the month
when I bleed
and I cry
and feel horny
and sulk
and ask you to leave me alone in my cold room
Laugh till I can't breathe anymore
and crack sarcastic jokes
and hurt people closest to me
and blame you, you and you
then feel stupid and say Sorry
Love the feeling of being a woman
bosom full and shapely
bloating body so vaguely
but wished I was a boy
Act random for no rhyme and reason
and I wonder why
and I think harder
and I realize
It's that time of the month

Room for two

You said the color of the chair
doesn't match the wall and curtains
So we just stared blankly,
figuring mental combinations
and found peace in silence.
We should get back to our home assignments.

Said & Done

You can call this an attempt to fill-in what was left to say
In sadness, excitement or anger display
At this phase of our story, I can safely admit I can’t act nonchalant
Why do you ask me; tell me, what do you want?

My side of the tale is as simple as it can get
You are a part of my life I refuse to regret
Now, you can be intimidated by this dam that you incessantly broke down
Here that I offer a few humble words of my own to a poet of renown

Did I ever tell you about your laugh that I have accidently made my own
Or a thousand wonderful sins committed with you I do not wish to atone
How, in your presence, I have always tried to control the butterflies
And how my own schoolgirl feelings caught me by anxious surprise
With you every moment spent becomes impossible to weigh
Look what just happened - I discovered beauty in clichés!
Pray tell me, is this how one feels commonplace?

Love, why carry on and patronize?
Your claimed truths could just as well be lies
Your words will no longer bear any meaning for me
As long as my yearning hands are snatched empty

You know you are my muse and will forever remain
Through what I call discomfort and you call pain
And I will hide my disappointment that you overwhelmingly agree
This is as far as my curiosity should take me

Paradigm

You cry - growing fissures
I sing - selfish freedom
Changing soundtracks.

Alive

Bedtime, linger around.
They want to dance little longer-
Vodka fueled burning toes.

The End

The air that touched him;
Not enough for two to breathe.
He needs my sacrifice.

My first video!

Food thief

Wasn't it just here?
Your delicious loaded pizza.
Who ate it? Burp!

Dunked

Blue dustbin
Mistaken for a bucket
You stink!

Kites

Frisky and foot loose
Strings bring her home
Dragon in the sky

Lectures

Blurring silhouettes
Counting the ticking blinks-
Summer siesta