I want to fall under gravity
the way the apple did—
silent, certain,
obedient to a law it never questioned.
Not to drift like infinity,
endless and unresolved,
stretching beyond measure,
never arriving.
Infinity never grows,
never diminishes—
it only refuses to end.
I would rather be zero:
a point of rest,
a place where motion begins,
where something can be counted,
where change is possible.
Let me fall.
Let me touch ground.
RSD
The Nagercoil Express was running at full speed.
Our gang—including me—waited at Pune Junction,
holding onto a single belief.
As the train stopped, we ran along the platform,
my friends by my side,
trying to help me find her
without a photo, without a clue.
None of them had seen her before,
but together we searched,
while I alone knew her face.
Suddenly, I heard a scream—my name.
There she was, her face glowing,
her mother standing beside her, surprised.
She introduced me,
and I saw her mother ignite with emotion.
Her daughter shimmered with worth,
proving herself in her mother’s eyes,
while her mother silently weighed what to do next.
The train gained momentum.
She whispered for me to step down.
On the platform, I felt as though I could rule life with her as queen.
I felt like a maharana victorious at Haldighati,
winning unexpectedly,
for the real challenge had been finding her
without a date, a reservation, or even the train’s name.
RSD
Enjoy your bath and rule my heart,
Steam wraps around you, a work of art.
The night is heavy, my body still,
Yet my mind roams where I’ve no will.
I wish you were here, not far away,
To trace the drops that slip and play,
Down your curves, like silver streams,
Lost between my waking dreams.
Water beads upon your skin,
Gliding slow, where I have been.
Each ripple whispers, calls my name,
Ignites my pulse, fuels my flame.
Fingers trace your dampened strands,
How I long to take your hands,
Pull you close, breathe you in,
Drown in love, lost in sin.
Enjoy your bath—your body’s glow,
But know my thoughts still overflow.
If only distance could unwind,
You’d be here, your lips on mine.
RSD
Absorb the pain, move ahead,
Life is not to have a complain.
My dream is to be in your arms,
But I know it is not my aims.
Desires arise, like morning mist,
Only to vanish when sunbeams twist.
What we long for isn’t always ours,
Yet longing teaches — shapes, empowers.
The heart may ache, the soul may yearn,
But wisdom lies in what we learn.
Not all paths are meant to meet,
Some pass by, serene and sweet.
To want is human, to release — divine,
Not every loss is a fault or sign.
In letting go, we find the key,
To who we are, and who we’ll be.
Pain is a mirror the self must face,
To shed illusion, to find grace.
So I walk on, with quieter breath,
Embracing change, unafraid of death.
For life is more than wish or gain,
It’s being whole — through joy and pain.
RSD
She likes to rise,
But I like to fall—
Fall into the depths of her lap,
For her bosom, soft as night, cradles me whole.
She rises with strength, defiant and proud,
While I surrender, weightless, to her embrace,
Drawn to the quiet, the calm, the tender unknown.
Where she soars to conquer the skies,
I drift below, into her tides—
Not in defeat, but in reverence,
For the ocean of her being calls me home.
She rises with fire; I fall with grace,
Together, we dance in our perfect space.
For in falling, I do not lose—
I find the diamonds at the meeting of her thighs,
The treasures of love, of touch, of truth.
She rises, and I fall,
Two forces in motion,
Bound to the rhythm of one endless ocean.
RSD
I am the sailor in the black ocean,
Unexplored, vast, shrouded in motion.
No map to guide, no stars to steer,
Only whispers of the unknown,
Full of desire, drawing me near.
The secret beneath the rippling water is untold,
Unexplored, for its depth comes cloaked in darkness,
Without a moon to cast its light.
I drift on waves that hum and sigh,
Hinting at treasures buried deep inside.
Without a compass or a guiding light,
The black ocean in the dark of night
Offers everything I may never find.
Its vast silences speak to my soul,
Turning each ride into something whole.
What lies below? Gems of light,
Diamonds that glow in eternal night?
A soul untouched, a mirror of me,
The darker it is, the purer it seems,
Its magnetism guiding my wandering dreams.
The ocean, unadorned, does not attract the world—
It is black, unseen, overlooked.
Yet in its depths,
A glimmer of hope and love binds me.
I got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs,
And I dance.
Its every wave destroys despair,
Every moment shared reveals its beauty.
Each drop of water, a gift to my soul,
Each ripple making me whole.
I am the sailor, the seeker, the dreamer,
The weaver of silence, the bearer of gleam.
The black ocean is no ordinary sea—
I’ll sail till my final breath.
Here, my masculine courage meets
The pure embrace of feminine energy.
Dedicated to Maya Angelou. I took the line “I got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs” from her poem “I rise”.
RSD
A tree grows for growth,
Not to judge the coo of a cuckoo or a crow.
Even when scarred by the axe’s blade,
In its tender youth,
It reaches skyward, undeterred,
Focusing on apical truth.
A tree grows for growth,
Not merely for a sprawling spread.
Its roots dig deep into the earth’s embrace,
While its arms stretch wide,
In quiet grace.
No matter the wounds it bears,
Each ring tells stories of strength and care.
For growth is its purpose, steady and true,
A timeless lesson for me and you.
RSD
Night is not just for dreams,
Let’s light up life with gleams.
We’ll tidy the house, set it right,
And savor the beauty of the night.
Then plunge into waters so serene,
Sip on rum with a dash of gin.
Laughter will echo, joy will beam,
As stars join in the flowing stream.
We’ll fold our clothes, neat and fine,
And dive into stories that intertwine—
Tales from a book, old yet new,
Weaving magic for me and you.
So let the night be more than rest,
A time for living, at our best.
With love, with laughter, and shared delight,
Let’s make this our perfect night.
RSD
She loves to measure width and height,
But she’s afraid to calculate the area right.
She wants to be held in perfect arms,
But fears losing herself, her figure, her charms.
RSD
A little woman in my arms,
Feels like I’m drifting among the stars.
I left rice on the stove, burnt to charcoal,
While I was busy filling her glass, heart and soul.
The door was unlocked,
And the wind was knocking on the window.
She wanted someone to break through the walls,
To let her be free, to feel the world call.
RSD
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