Nationalistic Rite

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,Continue reading “Nationalistic Rite”

Words

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 © 2017–18Continue reading “Words”

तिच्या आठवणींचा अवकाळी पाऊस

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 आणिContinue reading “तिच्या आठवणींचा अवकाळी पाऊस”

Loved you little more, each day ..

​ I stayed up late listening your favourite songs, Doing secret rehearsals of how I’d say hello. Loved you little more, each day, Through all my writing, an eager try,  Maybe I was falling for another illusion ? Yet I risked my heart once more, I laughed, I cried, and failed to pretend. I fellContinue reading “Loved you little more, each day ..”

Luring Arousal 

Reading her naughty eyes, which tells everything she wants, I feel a pleasant sensation, With her heavenly aroma, she drives me crazier, I just could not resist myself anymore, I pull her to me. We feel our breath, While our heartbeats convey everything we wish. Inner feelings aroused, I rub my hands all over herContinue reading “Luring Arousal “