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ever felt a lull ache in your heart so intense like it can rip you apart. Its like suddenly the pressure of your body lies in the pelvic region with a thrusting irritable pain and all you can do is nothing . Ever felt a dull tooth ache that flows about in a same continum and just stays there until you jab one tooth with the other and the pain it emanates makes you feel slightly better.

void

The thump of void
ingrained so deep in my heart
slowly begins to stir
it is painful and obsolete
yet the heart longs for it.

Rationality walking miles behind
submitting myself in the
calamity of murky water
as violent as a tirade of the
Bermuda triangle .

Could i possibly sew back
the fragments of my own pieces
or let it come undone like
the hurricane of blending winds

Smriti

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as awful as it may sound
but i'd love to hear him talk
when he was mad drunk.
he'd wail like a psychopath,
laugh like a venom,
get mad about the world
get as vulnerable as a thumb
sucking feeble,
dispel profound thoughts
that would reckon me out of blue.
i would quietly marvel at the
bukowskian in him
while lamenting upon the
futility amidst me.

Smriti

intellectual

Who is an intellectual?
not somebody immersed in the illusion of knowledge,
not somebody who guides you to the art of living,
not somebody well versed with art or science,
not somebody well travelled to seas and continents,
not somebody ready to heal you with therapies.

It is somebody
who has the ability to contradict his own mind
in an attempt to seek the truth in futility.
somebody who is not in awe with newness,
somebody who can discard his own theories,
somebody who is watching over his own mind,

somebody who can quietly accept the opponents

victory wherein required

Smriti

intimacy

It took years for me to understand that the vagina,
like any other part of the body is as sacrilegious
as your beautiful lips that you like to adorn with 
Russian Roulette`s and ruby woo`s

It took years for me to understand that the labia
is not just another flaccid gruesome organ,
but a powerhouse of your intimacy,
as beautiful as the silhouette of your curves

It took years for me to understand that 
the orgasm is a divine energy that uncovers 
you with the highest form of your self,  
relatively discarding the self.

It took years for me to understand that 
sex is one of the most alive thing in you
as life comes through it,you are born through it 
where there is life, aliveness, sex is the source.

Smriti

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In a cruel world 
such as this
we must find what
is sacred to us.
I choose literature,
poetry,music,
zoning out in my space.
I would choose the pain
all over again, even if it 
brings an inch closer to
my sense of self.
I want to get into the habit
of living, before acquiring
the habit of thinking.
I want to be fragmented
yet whole, imaginary yet
sure.
maybe, like the flicker of million
stardust of the constellation

smriti