Body

My body suffers with pseudo stigma of the physical.

Why didn’t God let my breast grow inwards?

So that u cud drive into me and caress from within,

The fruits of passion ; Tender and Juicy.

The inseparable curves of my unending desire!

So, I turned inside out - In love, with love, by love.

To let you reach my inner fruits those are,

Internally hidden for an eternal touch.

I waited tirelessly; I am still waiting unclothed ---
Peel of my skin! Chop off my breasts! as i retrieve to death,  

Not knowing how to turn outside-in again!

Cremate

I try to forget love,

I try to forget pain,

I try to forget tears,

As the massive tides chase,

Quick to devour Life…!

I run away,

From the memories,

Haunting painfully,

In loneliness, In silence.

In absence.

I dare not to search,

The lost heart,

The vanished magic,

In the wounded ocean,

Of my endless tear drop!

As I forget you, I forget love.

As I forget love, I forget life.

As I forget life, I forget myself!

As I forget myself, I forget to write…

So this poem ends - burning alive !

- In remembrance of the Dead Love.