and when his lips
touched the side of his mouth
making a curve
kissable enough,
the cold I felt,
disappears.

his teeth, symmetrical
all white and bright
tongue lolling on the left canine
and then
he bites his lower lip
with his right canine,
the wave of hormones
hits me hard.

his smile,
one of a kind
met the expectations
of his eyes
and mine
cause both of us
shone radiantly
on seeing his
exquisite smile.

Chemistry between people is the strangest science of all. -BRIDGETT DEVOUE

The guy in my college,his eyes were brown, like mine.
But his mind was shallow, unlike mine.

The school crush’s habits matched
with my daily tasks, but during chemistry,
he broke my flask, so I broke his heart.

My third boyfriend’s disinterest in partying
was too much for this girl interested in one-night flings.

The last one tried all poses
guns and bullets, but never hearts and roses.

The recent one, is soft as a cloud
In the blankets of innocence, he shrouds.
He writes, like I do.
He reads, like I do.
He loves, like I do.
But he hates, which I don’t do.
Still I fell, in the abyss.
Maybe, sometimes
people are not to be analysed
or judged.
Maybe, sometimes
compatibility is to be
thrown in the waste bin.
Because once the hearts connect, logic fails.

Sometimes the world gives you no choice.
You must be a devil and pretend to be
*******
or else life will crumble you into tiny pieces.
You will realise that you are
being destroyed,
but you wouldn’t be to do anything.
You will be paralysed.
A step further will be a huge accomplishment for you.

Sometimes the world gives you no other option
than to befriend the devil and
take notes from him.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

She knew what she was getting into, when
she called him on a date. Something about
him was pathetically dangerous, yet she
got attracted by his glamour. She met him,
danced along with him, swaying her lips
from left to right, brushing her hair over
his face, feeling him all over, yet she felt
***** with him. She felt some coarse vibes
coming from him, yet she surrendered
herself intimately. He felt her all over,
yanking her skirt, pulling her towards him.
It was getting kinda blurry when the clock
turned twelve and the alcohol started
touching her nerves. Kissing her lips,
whispering ***** deeds in her ears, she’s
listening yet without any emotions. She’s
losing herself, particularly to feel no pain,
but she doesn’t know that nothing is what
she will gain.

Now the other aspect of story, where I
come from behind and jolt him towards the
wall, breaking his spine. How dare he
touched my girl, she is silly, I know, but
she’s all I have. She pushes me to save
him, bending down to check his bruise. But  
I know better about her heart, her feelings
for me at the moment are bitter, but she’s
true at heart. I think her love is stored in a
vial, long slender and difficult to pull out,
but my friends say I am in denial. Hey lord,
help me ! Lead me to a way with
tranquility.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

“Maybe you are just a beautiful fantasy.
Kiss me before you evaporate
and disappear forever.”

He tilted my chin. Hot tingles shot
through my body, as his tongue probed
my mouth.

He tangled his hands in my already
messy hair, and we twisted into
our fiery kisses.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

your path was different than mine
our roads were never meant to collide.
but you stepped up
and joined me.
that’s when I knew
a story is brewing
and
a cupid is smiling.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

Was it easy
for you to forget
those memories of us
which we made
under the silk sheets
on the rumpled bed of yours.

Was it comforting
for you to find love
and warmth
which was my giving,
in someone else’s arms.

Was it happening
to sneak out at night
leaving your wife
on the same bed
you ****** her all night
sleeping and dreaming
about the future.


©anothergirlwithfantasies

It was Friday, the 13th.
I was expecting the darkness looming
around me for years to capture me,
but what happened was not what imagined.
Swinging his arms, wearing a rainbow
hoodie, looking like a ******,
he walked past me, intriguing me.
Plenty of people were on that road, but he captures my eye.
Friday, the 13th was meant to be for darkness,
but after two years, waiting for him on the same road,
I found a rainbow for my unicorn
and it got pretty ecstatic for me.


©anothergirlwithfantasies

So one day I get a call
I look on the screen
and it was the one
I was baring myself to.

She tells me
“Don’t lose hope”
I say,
“I have already lost it”

To find that guy,
I saw in that city
would be next to impossible
without knowing his name.

But then she said
“What are friends for”
And I admit
I got a ray of hope.

The next day
she sent me a screenshot
of his profile
on facebook.

And you know
what my reaction was
Not to open the profile first,
but to thank her who found him.

And now as I am sitting
on this chair
deciding who will I thank
this thanksgiving.

Only her name
pops in my mind
The friend,
who fulfilled my dreams.

Tonight I am crestfallen,
and a bit lonely.
The demons are shrieking
and I need you to hold me.

Tonight I crave you,
and I wonder why.
Life is messed up,
but hopes are high.

Tonight I ponder,
about my destiny.
Exactly an year ago,
how he left me.

Tonight I am unaccompanied,
waiting for your arms.
To wake me up,
your voice was the alarm.

Tonight I wonder,
If I was good enough.
But my question is unfit,
cause you were just a bluff.

I am pieces of my poetry
and the stories I read.
Stitched together by
my favourite song’s lyrics.
And I glued together
by our midnight memories
and late night conversations.

And I need you to somehow know
that I am not okay
with pretending
that I am okay, anymore.

Oh God, I would love for you to come
and gather all my tattered pieces
and make me whole,
again.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

He did that thing with his tongue, rolling inside me like a ball on fire.
Groans escaping me, mixed with the pleasure of having him inside me.
Just as I was losing it,
he thrusts deep inside me.
A wave of nausea hits me
and suddenly I am transported to a place,
where only he can take me.

If I had one wish in my life, I’d wish that I could stay and feel this way forever. Content and weightless with no worries or sorrows of the past. No confusion regarding life and what I look like or what I say. It’s right then that I realise just how lonely and discontent I am. How empty I feel even though I am a bundle of emotions.
I have never lived !
Never loved !
Never done anything worthwhile in life !

He was sitting beside me in metro.
Although it was a ladies reserved seat.
He was looking at me vigorously.
He peeped at my phone, at my book.
There were too many empty seats and I wanted to change my seat.
But for some reason, I couldn’t stand up.
Then something happened.
He touched my leg, and felt me.
I was in utter shock.
I quickly stood up, regaining my posture and my mind was finally off the place it was earlier.
I slapped him hard and he looked at me like he wanted to beat me all over.
The anger on his face scared me for a second.
But then I slapped him again and kicked him on his shin.
He bent down towards my feet and this attracted a mob.
I clicked his picture and when the next stop came, I handed him to the security guard.
I don’t know where I got the courage to do this cause I am not this dominant.
But this incident awakened me.

Have you ever eaten a chocolate dipped in a tub of spices !
It tastes sweet at first, but then you realise it’s just not what you thought it was. It burned and it hurt.
It bruised my heart.
That’s how I felt when my boyfriend ****** me thrice and not once did it happen with my permission.
And we have been going out for one year and four months.
I never realised those signs, the forced kissing, the changing of topics to always a *** conversation.
Him always trying to touch me.
But that day, he lost his patience which was saving me till now.
I kicked at his *****.
I kicked his arms away.
But he was too strong.
His hold on me was not letting me even move myself. Kicking took too much.
And the irony was, his body used to be my temple.
When he used to take me in his hold, I used to squeak from the excitement of it all.
I used to wet my lips on seeing his bulging muscles.
But now, his arms around me, holding me hostage, feels like a suffocating experience.
I wanted to get away from him, but I was numb.
I was frozen all away, not with fear, but for feeling nothing.
After a few minutes of kicking, all I feel is the emptiness.
His breaths on my neck.
The stench of his sweat disturbs me, yet I am silent.
And after he ***** me, he looks at me like an animal looking at his food and says, “I’ll be back.”
Those three words, he uttered were the scariest of all.
The thought of him ******* me over was disgusting, but the thought of him coming back and ******* me again scared me out of my wits.
So, like every other harassed woman, I am running away, from him, from truth.
Cause after all this, I have not just lost faith, or myself, but I have lost hope, the one thing, which would have kept me running. ©anothergirlwithfantasies

21 was his age when we first met
21 was the date when we sat back but our lips met
21 was his birthday date, when I brought him a bundle of chocolates
21 was his jersey number
21 was his flat number
21 was his phone number’s middle digits
21 was his lucky number

21 was my age when he left me broken
21 was the date when I saw him uniting his lips with my bestfriend
21 was the time when I cried of losing two most important people in my life
21 was the number of times I cried for him
21 was the day of the month when he turned me down in public rudely
21 was the number of things he returned to me
21 was my unlucky number

©anothergirlwithfantasies

There was a time when you used to be my deity
Your feet were my home
Your satisfaction was my ******.

There is this time now when your prayers start with mine
My home is your house
My ****** is your duty.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

blue eyes
green hair
pink shoes
red pants
orange shirt
white tie
He was not what you would call simple.
He in his way was colours all around.
©anothergirlwithfantasies

Your innocence
is wrapped up
in the blanket of
maturity.
Your kiddish behaviour
is embedded
in a cocoon of
society
and it’s
measures.
Your happiness
is locked away
by yourself
in a tin box
whose key
is lost forever.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

“It is stuck at 5 o’clock”
The first time I went
to the hill
to witness the rise
of that yellow and red thing
in the sky.
Vibrant it was.
And when the tears came,
I can’t say.
It was peaceful.
Knowing that I was a witness
to such a beauty
to such a phenomenon of nature
was in itself too much.
And that’s when I noticed
that my watch is stuck
on 5 o’clock.
Maybe it wanted to
capture that serene moment
in itself forever.
And it’s been 7 years when I went there.
I never went back
because once was too overwhelming
and that is why I never corrected my watch
and I carry it around with me
all the time
cause it’s a reminder
that whenever something too bad will happen
there is a place I can go
to run away
from the demons.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

"his twinkling emerald eyes, meet mine"

And when I turn back
the first thing I see
were his eyes
eyes shining like stars
his emerald eyes
which looked straight at me
with a force
I’ve never before felt.
And in that moment,
I knew
he was my chosen one.

"i was ****** on satin sheets"

She was a ******* storm
in the bed.
The girl who wore nerdy glasses
and plaid skirts
****** me rough
on the black satin sheets.
She was like a dream
that night,
a dream that I have been
thinking about
since that exotic
lip-wetting chocolaty night.
No woman ever
had the pleasure
of bringing me to my knees,
she did, that too
from afar.
In a world of
expensive cars and motor bikes,
she was a cycle,
preferred by few,
like me.
She didn’t just
grabbed my hair,
she grabbed my heart
in her little fist.
But in the end
she managed to do
what none could,
penetrate the wall
separating me and myself.