Writings & Poetry

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"I am a blank sheet of crumpled papyrus-as you will begin to write on me-the paper will be smoothed-the words will turn gold-emitting a rare fragrance and I will be transformed into a priceless scroll- the world can't read- or understand- come, I await to be a maze only you can find a way through- come, I await to be messed up my love. # Meenu

the moon lies shriveled in the dark river of my night- I look for you in the deafening silence- of my warm dreams- the sighs of of my hungry body- hiss through the silken grass of your missing whispers- and leave me breathless. the moon awaits- to be scooped out and hung up in the skies- the morning dreads to arrive- come, before this night gets caught in the clutches of the radiant sun- come, before my desires break their silence and reveal your name to the world. # Meenu

the moon lies shriveled in the dark river of my night- I look for you in the deafening silence- of my warm dreams- the sighs of of my hungry body- hiss through the silken grass of your missing whispers- and leave me breathless. the moon awaits- to be scooped out and hung up in the skies- the morning dreads to arrive- come, before this night gets caught in the clutches of the radiant sun- come, before my desires break their silence and reveal your name to the world. # Meenu

"The leaves, of my tree have begun to crumble and shed- Now that the forest of my being has been set on fire by the heat of your eyes and the hunger of your soul - I am being born again- And so much of me is dying- to become whole, again Have our streaming desires collided in this desert and we have surrendered to this fieriness or have our eyes read the 'ayaat ' inscribed on each other's soul- we can be home, at last. ​ @Meenu



I struggle with every inch of myself - to untie you from the core of my being but the tentacles of our un- bloomed desires keep growing longer- wrapping me around. a whiff of your silence chokes me again a glimpse of your face - brings back the pain- maybe I need to cut you away - sever each tentacle that has buried it's club deep into my skin - pull out each piece of you out of me- even if it leaves a gaping hole - Maybe then I will be free- Maybe then you will be free too- ‪#‎Meenu‬



watch the jungle of my desires, burn and be grazed- its ruins mirroring in your eyes- your merciless, stubborn eyes- which relish the slow massacre- of my tender longings- my fragile cravings- with gay abandon. Never the one to ask you for mercy- I will allow you to watch me on fire- till the fire engulfs you- and we are no more- fire & match but fire & fire. @Meenu

I gave myself to you, treasure in the hands of poor- and I spent myself on you- with roaring abandon and joy emptying myself of me- I filled your coffers with the pearls of my time and rubies of my passion- Wealthier than before, I count my pennies of blessings- which I never possessed, before I gave myself to you. @Meenu