The Fate of Her Cigarettes, and Me

Art by Nicole Eisenman

I had left a stack of typed poems at her house (more than 150, to be precise), she said she'd burn them all if I did not return to her. My exit was smooth - I had left her sleeping, naked, her heart well-clothed with my warm touches, and the blanket covering her body halfway… Continue reading The Fate of Her Cigarettes, and Me

तुम्हारी नज़रें मुझ पर पहरा डालतीं हैं

Art by Frank Frazetta

दुनिया से मैंने अपनी नज़रें चुराई तो वो तुम पर आ पड़ीं। और तुम इठलाते हुए, बलखाते हुए, इतराते हुए, अपनी ज़ुल्फ़ों को लहराते हुए वहां पर आई, और मुझे ऐसा लगा कि किसीने छेनी और हथौड़े से मेरे दिल में तुम्हारा चेहरा तराश दिया हो। अब तो बस ये मेरा दिल है जो तुम्हारा… Continue reading तुम्हारी नज़रें मुझ पर पहरा डालतीं हैं

The Art of Wearing Earrings and Fondling Them (Which You Master)

When you part your hair sideways with a gallant swing of your arms - enough to knock down a knight at guard - your golden earrings jingle and twinkle in the dimly-lit room. The floral patterns on your dress make a perfect garden for our love to bloom. Oh, trust me on this, sweet one:… Continue reading The Art of Wearing Earrings and Fondling Them (Which You Master)