Shaleen Rakesh is also an ARTISTE:). Here he has used the medium that can be described as “Paper on Ultrabook”. Shaleen works as an activist on gay rights in New Delhi, India. When he is (also when he is not) traveling down fabulous Indian village roads, he takes pictures, draws and writes poetry. The Bling Diary is a queer poetry and art column updated whenever … Continue reading Reaching out – Shaleen Rakesh

A hot evening possibly caused by the tang of your sweat your howling touch screaming through the hollows of our bones we lie tangled rushing in and out of each other draped with kisses that make my head run then turn somewhere between your legs I search desperately for ripe fruit raindrops, stardrops tears and cum that evaporate beneath your heat when my desire finally … Continue reading Treasures of the night – Shaleen Rakesh

That was summer too with dancing bars and lunch by the pool the sizzling earth and rainbow shakes suburban summer, Bombay 1993 not yours, or mine, but ours you were there too distant sounds on the radio news flash on the riots dog barks and porch light dimming mercury blue you were there too remember? By- Shaleen Rakesh Shaleen works as an activist on gay … Continue reading Selective memory Bombay 93 – Shaleen Rakesh

The way you look at me tenderly when your fingers trace my body I feel your touch enter me like a pin through soft board and the couch feels like a mounting horse the reins of my heart are still wired around cold metal I’m awake at once to my own fragility I am at the white corner of destruction I burst into flames with … Continue reading A Lover in Supernova – Shaleen Rakesh

These hills nested in the night have gone to bed in the darkness of the valley now only your fragrance reaches me there is nothing left but the noise of cicadas that keep step with my fantasies. By Shaleen Rakesh Shaleen works as an activist on gay rights in New Delhi, India. When he is (also when he is not) traveling down fabulous Indian village … Continue reading My fantasies – Shaleen Rakesh

The other day you called It’s late evening and the line is not very good I can hear you are forcing an unnecessary calm in your voice you are probably in your T-shirt faded and infused with grime from the hours spent over the stove at the dhaba where you cook your eyes are probably wet from the fire sticks you say ‘this is what … Continue reading The other day you called – Shaleen Rakesh