Somewhere in the desert of my heart lies an oasis full of love…
Lying as dry as a sucked out marrowless bone
It’s been raining men
But my heart wears a pretty raincoat of mistrust
The line of admirers have been long
Unmoved the pricey babe maintains her distance, are the allegations hurled…
I took it too far
Of bleeding to death tender feelings
Impotent…sterile….frigid…..
Aborted of feeling that thing called love
That wild surge..
Awash with a dizzying intoxication
Those fireflies of passion that used to scorch my soul…
Erotic drenched poems….
Promises of searing encounters of the lips
Curves meeting curves….
Nothing…not even the mere imagination of careless whispers in the dark
Kindles even the slightest arousal of the soul…
Benazir bhutto’s assassination…kiran bedi’s resignation…
Any lawlessness n rapes galore…
Games the world powers are playing…
Suicide bombers the order of the day…
Jumbled mind…confused spirit…
Wants to love but mind’s shutters refuse to slide up…
Dismal world affairs eat into the soul…
Mind mothballed by fears of the unknown..
One broken relationship, one abandonment
And it acts as a magnet for insecurities real and imaginary…
Demented mind, memory loss, psychotic fear
Love the only antidote
but amidst the fear of pains of society, I ask thee...
Is it time, time for love?
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