:Throwback series: December of 2015.
Let us make poetry together.
Let us drop letters at each other’s apartments and have a rendezvous in a dark alley.
Let us meet there with pens and papers.
Let us kiss first. One alphabet at a time.
Let us kiss each alphabet of our names before we start undressing each other layer after layer.
Then let us take a moment to breathe.
Let us wait for our hearts to calm down.
For the pounding to get back to the normal and then let us again look at each other.
Let us scribble the first word on the paper.
I scribble my word on yours and you on mine.
Let us soak that word with our lips.
Let the adrenaline take over.
Let another word out. And then another.
Let us exchange the papers now.
Take another moment. Let the words sink in.
Let the lips meet the words and let the paper soak.
A stanza has been created.
Now there is more urge.
An urge to know and explore.
To undress and to uncover.
Let us look back at each other and start again.
This time a little harder and rampant.
A little brutal and a little wild.
The pounding of the heart is audible now.
The words feel wet. There is drive and passion.
The hands move a little faster and the fingers press a little harder.
The paper is scorching now. Almost perspiring. Out of breath, we stop.
Let us allow ourselves a small laugh. Like a cackle and let us get back to kissing. We just have not had enough.
But we are naked now.
All the words have been poured out.
They lie in chaos.
Let our eyes meet each other’s.
Let us take in the silent approval and grab the paper.
Let us become cannibals now.
Cut the body and eat the flesh.
Quench the thirst with the blood.
Let each vein rip and let the blood splash out.
Let it cover our faces and let us not stop till it is over.
Let us not stop till every feeling has been rinsed out of the heart.
Let us not stop till our pens become ink-less.
Now let us look at each other’s art.
Every sensation penned down on that blooded paper.
Let the adrenaline reside.
Let the satisfaction call it a night.
Now let us gaze back at each other and let our lips meet.
Let the poetry we made together come to life.
Picture Caption: Dark alleys, made less darker and more beautiful with lovers in embrace,
With words and love-song daze.
Wimpy Wallflower 