I have moved on; At least that’s what I kept telling myself, But have my mind ever accepted what I say? So, I decided to try a dating app, Thinking, maybe this a great way, Not just to confirm the closure, And to reassure myself, But to tell everyone else that I’m not someone who […]Read More One Night Stand
What if I tell you that you are nothing but a cash cow? They are making you chase the money, For which you become their corporate slave! Then the system steal all that wealth you gain, By creating delusional reality, Spreading lies that are now so engraved in your brain. Look around, what you see? […]Read More False Consciousness
First of all, I would like to say sorry to those of you who were waiting for the next part of The Captive of True Love. I am still working it. Anyway, yesterday, Anshika sent me her new poem and I wrote something in response and accidentally we did a new collaboration, here it is. […]Read More PAST
Hola Awesomengers, I hope you’re having a great time. As the title of this post suggests, I have an announcement to make. (If you are connected with me on social media, you’d probably know this already) Well, I have been sharing my poems to people through my blog, social media accounts, but when they are […]Read More Announcement!
I suffer from the conflagration in my mind, Should I stay on the side of dissent? Or should I dive in the stream of the contemporary nationalistic rite? I worry that someday the reflections of my youth may pass me by, Like traces on the car window, Driving at 120 on the freeway, Haunting me, […]Read More Nationalistic Rite
Dying embers. Wild flames. Twenty-six letters. A thousand names. Scratches on paper. Slender frames. Young words. Ancient games Wither and fade, Into an insipid blur. But with some Rhyme, Alliteration, Assonance, And consonance, Forming a battalion of lines And stanzas, Winning hearts, And breaking too. Leaves their mark. Forever. – Mahesh Mali. Copyrighted © 2017–18 […]Read More Words
आज अवकाळी पाऊस आला… आणि तिच्या आठवणींचे ढग माझ्या मनी दाटू लागले ! वाटत होतं इतके दिवस की तीच्या आठवणींना खूप मागे सोडून दिलंय मी, पण आज तिच्याच स्मृतींमध्ये हरवून टाकत होता मला तो मातीचा सुगंध, आणि तो गार गार वारा. मला परत परत आठवत होता तो आमचा पाऊसातला बंधुंद नाच, ती अविस्मरणीय रात्र आणि […]Read More तिच्या आठवणींचा अवकाळी पाऊस
Lately, I found that I could not write about her, It’s not that there are no feelings to describe, It’s not even a problem of having second thoughts about those feelings. The problem is that no matter how much I have delved into my brain or how much effort I put into finding a way […]Read More Story of a lovesick fool
Naked for my eyes, Yearning can’t disguise, Crimsoned with desire, Her skin did perspire. I pulled her to me, kissing does ensue, Breasts crushed against my chest, Hands on buttocks pressed, Her eyes closed as if savoring the heat of my breath on her neck. Her hands stretched casually towards me, searching for arousal, Maybe […]Read More Me. She. Us. Amazing.
Today I’m going to share something that I had kept concealed down in my memory lane, Something is hidden in a secret folder, Where I keep all the evocative memories of her, Memories of her ardent love, Memories of “us” which now cause nothing but overwhelming surges of pain. Yeah, she left me. She left […]Read More Heart or Mind ?