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jigyasa Jan 2016
what victory lies
in declaring defeat
of a colony desiring *******

what amusement lies
in wooing a woman
who desired your dedication

what triumph lies
in tantalizing hearts
for a *******, trifle feeling

for these questions I cannot answer
yet if you asked

what pain lies
in misplaced faith
for fruitless fallacies

It cannot be penned.
jigyasa Jan 2016
the presence of your breath
down the nape of my neck
goosebumps
encaptivate fields of epithelium
ravaging my integumentary system
follicle by follicle

the touch of your lips
color my cheeks
like the red of holi
marking every cell
every junction
as conquered territory

the gaze of your eyes
occipital lobes, is it?
strip me naked
without a touch
simple introspection

*I really can't get enough of this anatomy
jigyasa Dec 2015
clouds
pink orange
float past
like the venetian gondolas
sing to me Ambroso

she peers through the fogged windows
cold as winter frost
mountains seem mere specks
particles of unappreciable magnitude

oceans engulf masses of land
strange orchestrations
slowly encroaching

views the sandy depths
of the clear Caribbean sea
marking majestic patterns
of explainable riddles

heavens in the skies
she peers
hoping the sense of the world
will embrace her beautiful mind

for if not,
they’re of lackluster solidarity
these passing days
jigyasa Nov 2015
she watches curiously
the shadows of the world
as Innocence slowly slips away
  Nov 2015 jigyasa
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
jigyasa Nov 2015
the goal is not to be admired
rather to admire

- you are the light
a majestic accumulation of photons aplenty
- you are the rain
replenishing the thirst of the jungle
- you are the heat
exothermic emanations of energy
- you are the clouds
captivating charisma of many forms
- you are the tigress
devouring the bliss you **** well deserve
- you are the poetess
and don’t you dare forget it
definitely needed that
  Nov 2015 jigyasa
Sand
I learned to juggle with oranges,
You learned to juggle with women.

Many oranges fell,
Dropped,
Bruised,
[Learning process after all],
But I mastered the trade.

I can only pray you didn’t.
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