(Originally written a few years ago)
Ohh baby you heard it right, I wanna ride you whole night
Then even when the sun is bright, I wanna spread your pussy tight
& take you to the moon and make you cum many times very soon
Even then I won't stop, will ride you lying on top
Shout as much as you wish, but I won't stop my kisssh
Sometimes, when it's raining, I think about you. I think about you all the way over there, with all that ocean and all those years between us. I think about if you’re doing well, what your bedroom looks like, if you enjoy your job. I think about the times when there wasn't any ocean between us. My time was your time. I think about when I knew the answers about you, because they were my answers as much as they were yours.
Sometimes, when it's raining, l wonder if it’s raining where you are too.
(Originally written as an sms around 4-5 years back)
Kudiye tu h badi saxy
dekha h jabse tujhe to my heartbeat hogyi maxxi
aaja beth mere kol tu
zyada mat soch, tym ka samjh mol tu
de de apna phone number,
bolegi to aajaunga ghar tere ban kar main plumber
chupke se tere room me chalenge,
daru pee kar subah tak tunn hum rahenge
puri raat uhh uhh aaahhh aaahh ka hoga shor
uth kar bhi tu kahegi cmon baby lets do it once more
तेरे शर्माते हुए गुलाबी गाल
मुस्कराते हुए तेरे ये लब लाल
इनसे कहती हो तुम बातें जो
कर देती हैं मेरे दिन हरे
तेरे चहरे पर सूरज की चमक पीली
आँखें तेरी झील सी नीली
ओ प्रिय
तुम ही तो हो मेरी होली
जिसके पास है मेरी खुशियों की गोली
तो फिर आओ
मुझे फिर से रंग लगाओ
बना दो जिंदगी को मेरी एक रंगोली
बहुत बेशरम हो तुम
सिर्फ यादों में आते हो
सामने बुलाओ तो मुँह फेर जाते हो
बहुत बेशरम हो तुम
सिर्फ छुप छुप कर बातें करते हो
सामने से जवाब मांगू तो चुप हो जाते हो
बहुत बेशरम हो तुम
सिर्फ दूर से मुस्कराते हो
पास बुलाओ तो रूठ जाते हो
बहुत बेशरम हो तुम
मुझे खूब रुलाते हो
मनाने को कहूँ तो हँसकर चले जाते हो
बहुत बेशरम हो तुम
जानते हो कि दुखता है
फिर भी दुखा कर चले जाते हो
I stand here
Next to the door
Waiting for my beloved
Whom I know will never come.
She has gone
Far from where I am
To a city
Whose name also I know not.
My friends have heard my story
Some sympathise,
Others judge. Still more laugh
Ofcourse in their wretched minds.
But no one
Really understands.
They think i want her
Back because I'm a weak, lovestruck fool.
But it is not that
O poem. Only you know
I wish her all the happiness and
Just to hear her voice and see her smile.
काश वो मेरे कत्ल का एक नया तरीका इजाद करे।
मर जाऊँ मैं हिचकियों से,
इस क़दर वो मुझे याद करे॥
~अनाम~
May she invent a new way to murder me.
I die of hiccups, so much she misses me.
~Anonymous~
