New year Eve !!

The night sprung out, and silently darkness lashes with its intense
coarseness. Sky,hammocked and jeweled with stars,as tinsels.We too,our
panoply of first affairs. The black beautiful sky, gracefully craft
poem on you.It whispered, into my ears.
Your hair stretches, along, and your face gleamed
As you open,everything around settles in
My lumpen heart,skipped some heartbeats,and I sheepishly glide away
Our sweet talks, semblance of conduits, human sap
Gradually, we started to make sense
We drank naked, peppermint schnapps bottles,till we burned
Stern hovering clouds, witnessed us with flippant,bloody!!
The air helpless embraces our warmth, of our faces and lips
Clouds rolls in shy, as we breakaway the rivets of societal norms
In ecstasy, it will rain somewhere uphill
Moon, pale as garlic, waves and flares with bewilderment, drunk
strangely as we were
We conjured,as slowly night decays
Sigh!
The night bores our naughty secrets
Crimsons sun,smells the scent of  burnt out moon
It smiles, with its bloody red teeth,
Promises moon to return it's enchained soul tonight
Under its pitch, we fell asleep in robe of love
And sun, quotes us ecstatic dimensions

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As I rail,human chaos stirs a deafening ripples, prosaically ripping,I am lost to the struggle,and multiple voices wins.
Concrete skyscraper passes, in this city, tonight again moon will  long for a clear canvas, to write a poem.Even my eyes too long for a romantic gaze, your sliding  frills and enamoured beauty,ofcourse that too in my mind.

You,Men!!

Interrelate,of a day soaked by hues, borrowed from a sulky evening sun.
A room, a house of love,a space,
 where I try to find self,but each passing day,
I prune self,bit by bit, since I was age 12.
A teeming tireless beckoning,to wake for an elicit.
I paint my face, my lips, metamorphosing into a second class Aphrodite,
adoring with richness for fouled vividness.
Saddening tales of decayed day, denaturing bellowing,
oh my ungraceful sun, do you hear me hum?
My skin,don`t leaf, just my moist vagina, your friendly bed.
Body and adequate intrusions, I serve.
Ceasing saplings,just my salvaged body, I flaunt without a pride.
Seasons flares, seasons waters,seasons blooms, seasons bites,
but I am sold day and night.
Like a reward, sometimes you rape, stitching my heart at the end.
I'm now a barren, I am 68 now, still you plough.
Sweet talks are still sweet, strumming your ditty like this your first, but you devour,like  I am your last.
I collected the splashes, for the second in line,I do weigh heavy now.
Masterfully interwoven, two body with inane vapid air.
Society hooked,its beak.
 But I balm my tender skin, en wrought with flowers in my hair.
I will sing, the song, same old song, until my flowers belie.
Oh, Sun, why I pale?

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Today I woke up, before the lazy Sun could burn me. The sluggish, thinned, as I drank, the  foreign coffee. Brewed, in cladding, and the beverage burnt my languid mind. My soul in my body, must be unaccustomed, early morning are times, I never encounter reality. My body is used to a ruffling and ratting, a chaotic day. The morning rays speaks to me in ways; afternoon bitter rays never did. I sense, a plopping vibe, as if I got powers with no listeners. Words sounded like hymns, as I speak to God, or to myself. Holed ears, a portal to my existence, percolating nauseous.

After few mins, everything seemed uninteresting, much more awkwardness spawned. Blah, I will never wake up early again

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The gentler plea, if you could sway away

Cushioning a subdue, an absinthe flavored taste

Please love, ring me, when you come late, not just lash me like goat

I will glow you a moon, I will write to you with my untainted lips

The moisten, as you reprise

You can come and arrow me down, forget the abuse

I am yet again misused, around the circling womb, and the amalgamations

 White wall, flattened, and immersion with a pain, a harmony uncalled for

Finger lingers, and touches the upper skin of my navel, the nails painted red

A hued room, slowly spurts a sensation, in the lucent of flickering hot bulb

I see you, like I saw you

I am sucked with a gulping down fear, timid as I ride

Between us, the settling grieve, as the rolls of carnival frames up

Air, too, snatches an escape

I befall, I drink your water, the fluidity runs down my veins, like yesterday,

Day before yesterday, and before that

You sulfur, you witch

You cosmetic, you fatal

Styrofoam Heart

Water springs and muddles my parabolic heats, slows it darts out a wry

In the vacuum flask, still last night coffee, settles hot

Nights caressed me, without a care

Afternoon too, dried up like a raisin’s skin, while my evening drummed voids

Down the hills, still my river flows and wets my scars, and slowly in my ears, you said “its puss”

Purpose barks for externalism, and my soul cries no

perfidy for a betrayed; you

Views sweeps its broom, and your meanness emanates like a maggots of human remains

Still, I breathe and think

From the broken walls; from where once you whispered, you cared

O` pretty, and days later, you put me to flames

O` slut , dance with me in flames and please dissolves away my pain

I no more long for what`s underneath your farthingales frails, trust me

Debacle and delivered

In quiet grasp, I don’t lust

Let my bed be brazen at night

Still, finger tries your define you, over the folds of bed sheet

In my envisage, I burn your portrait your every night, till my tears dries up

Centuries of prejudice, of women betrayal, still votes up high

Why  now I cry for chastity, while I float over my own debauchery

-          Roop K.Nath

16^th Dec 2017

Still

A silent digressed alley and those chambered hues, the subtle wobbly talks after swigs, fumes ruminates as we pulling the gone day, we whine, and we refuse to manipulated sin, your twirls,your shades,so killing in masqueraded fragile existence.Oh, pretty,you plough my heart, like a butcher skins a goat. Yet my behaviour is integrated with your lustful charms
You reckon, as the light flickers and diminishes.Let there be disclosed rooms,as we infuse. The worldly world, people will make me maturity,they will dispense my masculinity, my utter sexuality,a picture of silence, painted with my inner chaos,my reconciliations with your understanding being.

Varanasi, we met!

Dashashwamedh Ghat, Varanasi

Siesta, on a lonely day

I am a Goat, Varanasi

Follow the leader, Varanasi

Nepali Mandir, Varanasi

Tales

A bowl of defragments, a handful of charred wishes

And a crooning rhyme of childhood words, a dairy of crafted tales

Few notes, few papers and a muddled past

Wishes and formulae, how to live a life?

A life, soiled in the path of time

Oh! Mother, I shamed

Cunningly, this darkness, envelopes our lives, our dreams

In the charts beguiled, my days were effaced, just as my advices and memories

You gathered, at my grievous forlorn tales,

As I loll by your side and smile unashamedly….