Loving a Slut

Best is when she turns off the lights

The subtle grace of her,

Falls nonchalantly on the drapes

The mangled locks, worn and rugged

From a day of being a slut

From a day of being fondled and played with

I trusted love and fell for her

Yes, I was in love with a slut

I know she won’t love me for free

Won’t hug me and sit with me on a tree

Dangle her legs down with me

And her hopes, on me

The slut won’t

But I am in love with the woman beneath

The one whose tears hit the floor

When she is all alone by her fireside

The one who keeps her father’s picture in her bag

The one who misses being a girl she once was

I wish I could come on a white horse

And take her away

But I just did not have the balls

To risk my pride

Lest I were to give it in her hands

And she did not ride

As the night fell upon her

She drew away from the window

It’s her time to go to work

She would come back early morning

Eyes wet, feet heavy

Distraught and fallen

I took a deep breath, puffed up my chest

A wreath of red roses, for my pretty girl

I knocked, but the door gave way

She lay by the hearth, her skin a shade of steel grey

Spangled like a star, she lay there in a sorry state

To my love, I had come a moment too late

Sneak Peak - BDB

It was too cold an afternoon even for a winter day. The wind that was blowing had fangs and it tore through the body with the subtlety of an alligator and this for a place that was nestled so close to the equator was unusual and annoying. Annoying because even the furriest of coats bought for the worst winter day were as good as an umbrella would be in a hurricane. And to top it all off was not the dim dull lighting which led one to believe that it was late evening already lest they were to look at their watch and be pleasantly surprised nor the eerie dark clouds which threatened of a grand outpour; it was the raucous and raunchy thunder which bellowed over ones head with malice in its intentions. The whole panorama made one wonder whether Zeus and Indradev had taken control of the same skies and all this was a show of power to assert supremacy of either. The weather was sublime in its own sense, but right there in the midst of all the natural phenomena a young man sat on a chair in the porch of his house; just sat there in the thunder and the lightning of the winter day and did nothing. I mention him because the turbulences of the atmosphere could only be matched by the insides of this man. Yes, Viraj Aaryan sat there and such were his insides at that point of time, such was the gigantic accumulation of thoughts in his head, such was the insanity quotient of the measures he planned to take and such was the pain inside him as his belly squirmed with guilt that he barely noticed the weather around him. It had been almost a day now that Pritika had come to her place and told her the news but it seemed just like a couple of minutes ago, the words reverberated in his head now and then and he shriveled up with a mix of guilt, anger, grief and disbelief.