मेरी पलकों के तले तितलियों के चित्र हैं हर बार जब आँखें झपकता हूँ रंग उड़ने लग जाते हैं एक धुन सी सुनायी देती है जागो तो, जाग जाओ जब हम मिले थे तब मैं घास पर रेशमी कीड़े सा, तुम्हें खोजता था तब पर नहीं निकले थे हमारे ये सच है अब मेरी दस आँखें नहीं रहीं पर अगर होतीं तो तुम पर होतीं। Continue reading रेशम (by Shaleen Rakesh)
A short story by Shaleen Rakesh I was assuming it was six o’clock in the evening. There was supposed to be a clock on the terminus façade but I never saw it working. The ongoing drizzle drowned the chatter of nearby radio. It was nearly time to head home now, alone. I had dressed just right for the evening. The clothes had the right measurement … Continue reading The boys in the bubble – Shaleen Rakesh
(Photo courtesy: Pinterest) Feverish with youth still full of lust for the aftershave on his neck I met a boy he was beautiful all his demons displayed openly as fading scars he had a ruinous heart only attracted boys who tended to disappear into the loneliness of the night he loved me very much in a way I could not understand. July 2013: heineken lite … Continue reading A memory of summer – Shaleen Rakesh
. (Photo Courtesy: Pinterest) You bit into the skin a picture of a blue sailboat now sailing across your morning and into my day this crude way of crossing that manages to convey both carefulness and carnality I take in the tone and texture of your burning flesh while your eyes remain wide unseeing soft wet sounds when you shower I cannot tear my gaze … Continue reading Blue skin – Shaleen Rakesh
(Art Work by Shaleen Rakesh) Like a dog returning to the river that has quietly run dry I sit on your bed and try, to sniff the sheets for traces of summer heat subtly the way your love is barely sweet my spirits lift as I sort out your smell but your sheets have been washed cleansed of all the times where I slept so … Continue reading Traces of summer heat – Shaleen Rakesh
(Photo Courtesy Shaleen Rakesh) As you shut the door a soft wash of sunlight sweeps across your brown skin you stand in front of me looking ahead, as the blue fades from the sky and I can imagine last night your fingers on my neck bold but then a little shy this is new I promise to try if you’d let me but before that … Continue reading A little soft, A little bold – Shaleen Rakesh
What demons hold her tongue as she dances around her girlfriends’ questions? with her arms branching out in the shadows, only her nervous laughter and soft whisper is heard is it her fear to ask, to reject, to hurt or to give? or is it just her? she is gentle kisses and soft bites but no words just shame curled up inside her gut she … Continue reading The Kiss of the Spider-woman – Shaleen Rakesh
More than your summer plans of green tea and gorky of yoga and yogurt of sequels and starbucks give me the option to kiss you my exquisite love to dance in the middle of the street where I can rest my head on your shoulders and breathe in your perfume to stand naked on the square and spin you out of control to not worry … Continue reading THE EXQUISITE LOVE – Shaleen Rakesh
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