I never found lips to be intimate,
even when they burned softly against mine,
a fleeting warmth, a क्षणिक स्पर्श, अधूरा सा जुनून,
a lip kiss-मोहक, yet too सतही to define.
Intimacy lived in the almost-a quiet design,
your breath, गरम और व्याकुल, tracing my त्वचा divine,
the air between us, a निःशब्द आवेग in line,
like an अधीर चाह learning patience, slow and benign.
It was your gaze that undressed my silence in time, ठहरी हुई, जैसे कोई अनकहा राज़, subtle yet prime,
a मद्धम सी कसक beneath my pulse, a rhythm so fine, deeper than any kiss—एक अनंत स्पर्श, I can’t decline.
And somewhere between स्पर्श and विरह, we align, your presence lingered like an अधूरी दास्तान in my mind,
a धीमी, विलंबित लहर against my चेतना’s shrine,
where desire became शाश्वत—एक अनकहा सा अफसाना, divine.
-Dr Priya Tripathi
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
I never found lips to be intimate,
even when they burned softly against mine,
a fleeting warmth, a क्षणिक स्पर्श, अधूरा सा जुनून,
a lip kiss-मोहक, yet too सतही to define.
Intimacy lived in the almost-a quiet design,
your breath, गरम और व्याकुल, tracing my त्वचा divine,
the air between us, a निःशब्द आवेग in line,
like an अधीर चाह learning patience, slow and benign.
It was your gaze that undressed my silence in time, ठहरी हुई, जैसे कोई अनकहा राज़, subtle yet prime,
a मद्धम सी कसक beneath my pulse, a rhythm so fine, deeper than any kiss—एक अनंत स्पर्श, I can’t decline.
And somewhere between स्पर्श and विरह, we align, your presence lingered like an अधूरी दास्तान in my mind,
a धीमी, विलंबित लहर against my चेतना’s shrine,
where desire became शाश्वत—एक अनकहा सा अफसाना, divine.
-Dr Priya Tripathi
