Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Old Wooden Bed

Those were the days gone by
You used to sleep together with her.
Let father brings you the a talking toy
Or some dark chocolate .
But you use to come near
Her breast every night.

Those were the days
When your thin lips
Suck the nipple of her breast
With the eagerness of some milk.
You don’t let her sleep peacefully.
Every night you had a sensational
Touch of a women.

Today again you get lost in the sensuous scent of a women.
You love to get lost in the ups and down of her body.
You still kiss her countless
You still don’t let her sleep peacefully.

The age and time has transformed you
From the inner core of her heart
To her inner breast
What is still the same is Me
I am the witness of your desire.
I am that age long, stable
Old Wooden Bed.

BURDEN by Shobha Goswami

One of Shobha Goswami's finest paintings that I am so impressed with that at the first glance I could not resist myself linking it to my blog. She is one of the finest painters in the contemporary times and who is highly inspired by Nature's beauty. To know more about her works please click NISARGA Art Prints

my room

In one of the rooms of mine he studies,in another one he takes his meal, in one of them he sings ,sleeps in the other. He rents all the four rooms of my heart He is none but sorrow. - Nilim Kumar