Poetry for My Kuttu

First was just the face-off,
Young as we both were,
Little had we known
Where our lives will lead us to.

Second was when We had
Faced our lives in haste and leisure;
Almost four three years later
Matured by time, Suffered from rejections,
Frustrated with bored, and
Excited for adventures.

Which was once just a meet, got a name
Friendship as we called it.
Intrigued by same interests,
Longing for beauty and art,
Passion for sensuality,
Two minds did get related.

Yet, fate has another plan,
Separated for almost around a year
Here we meet again,
This is time,
It was all a new, started a fresh.

Separated by time, united by Herbs;
With budding ideas and determination
We had a third,
And a fourth last night.
Then, it all changed
From beautiful trips to
Daring acts;
Soft conversation to vulgar jokes;
Vitality to leg-pulling;
Acquaintance to friends-

Till now, we made it,
For days to come, success to achieve,
I raise a toast and congratulate myself;

Now you may ask
All this because of Whom and Why?

All for a dearest soul
I have ever known;
And never had I thought
I would get Shiva as my Friend.

Love

The room was in darkness,
And the only light was
That the warmth of the lover's skin gave.
The ambiance was extraordinary.
In perfect mood and beautiful silence.
Kneeling in front of each other,
Eyes fixed, hands-in-hands.

Tonight they were more intimate than ever.

Naked, bared skin;
Two almost perfect brown figure closed the distance.

He held her close to his body.
His hands securely around her back.
Her face resting on his chest, just above his heart.
He was at peace, a tremendous happiness- having her tonight and every other night in his arms, by his side.
Indeed, he was a lucky soul.
And looking at her, in the depth of her eyes, he could lose himself.

He let his fingers roam on her smooth, velvety skin.
His skin absorbed her essence and mingled it with his own scent.
At times he pressured her polite skin, finding it difficult to hold back his own desires.
But he had promised to be gentle tonight.

Tonight it was all about her pleasure,
Her comfort, her cries, and moans, tonight it was her night.

He felt her warm breaths on his skin, that sent shiver deep into his bones.

He drew his both hands from her side and placed them gently on her breasts. These days her breasts are gorgeously huge, though that's both his fault and credit. And he accepted that proudly, breasts which once used to fit his hands perfectly, now full, bouncy and deliciously eye-drawing.
His thumbs lightly rubbed her swollen nipples. He knew how sensitive her body was to his touch. Her body soaked all the pleasure he had to give. her head slightly fell back, lips slightly open, and one small moan escaped her throat. Tonight's first sound of appreciation. His chest broadened with pride. His mind determined to achieve a lot more of such victories.

His hands slightly turned her,
Taking all the time she needed.
Pulled her by her shoulders
And let her bare back touch his front.

He parted her hair to one side and put a kiss on her sensitive spot behind her ear.
She melted instantly sat on her heels.

He went in front of her, she had her head down, like once she used to sit whenever he was in front of her.
He lifted her face up by her chin,
Her big brown eyes fell on his.
And it was just like the first time.

She had the most beautiful and soft eyes he had ever seen.
She sat staring at him. Her eyes gave it all,
She was happy, pleased, aroused and exhausted too.

He sat by her.

"I love you," he said completely meaning it and brushed his palm over her huge stomach which carries the second most intimate part of his life.
"And I love you too." he bent down to put a kiss on her stomach and whispered," Just a few more days till we meet."

Pain: For I couldn't think of anything else.

He is her Muse, He is her Master.

Initially, there was just Pain
That none really understood.
A Few rubber bands around the wrist,
Which was almost bleeding;
The repeated bites of them
Over the sore, damaged flesh

Had somewhat ease the deeper pain.

Pain: Two-fold was it for her.
One could momentarily satisfy
Her masochistic fetish,
The other was more unstable.
Bit broken, bit shaken,
In thoughts which come and go,
She dared to Hope
Where even the darkness was lost in itself.

"Pain. Pain."
She twice yelled.
None heard her screams though it seems.
'Probably this addiction is bad,'
She realized.

This gives her a comfort
That the advanced bred forgot to show.
She was alone but never lonely,
Which she always believed.
Forced by situation, forced by men,
She doubted.
Shouldn't she be doing what she wants?
Just for once.

There lay the shackle.
You know,
The gigantic, rusted and uncomfortably heavy one.
Probably this is the last hurdle, last test,
Her trapped soul when asked for freedom
All she got was more confinements.

Then again, She dared
And just for once, by mistake
Wished for Death.
Wished for the Satan himself.
She thought
She was ready, Prepared,
Willing to take in all.

Instead, she found
That was myth till date.
A journey that all took
Over time and history.
Some succeeded in the yellow pages,
Some in torn canvases,
Some in Man's words,
Some under "Forever" tag.

Her heart was broken,
She refused to fix it
Rather let it freeze for eternity
In the Chamber of Devil's frost.

Beginnings are always tough,
But Time, Time-
Pieces of fragile glass
Turned into a frozen stone,
Patched with black tapes-
Perhaps patches of memories.

But little had she known
With that tiny insignificant thing,
Just like pixie dust and genie's wish
Even the beast found the beauty.

He is the cure, He is the answer.
While she has him,
The heaven found her.

P.S- She tapped the burnt cigarette in one hand,
While the other bled the page with the ink of their union.