Shubham Dimri

Shubham Dimri Nov 2017

She dreams of making love in the deep murky waters of Caribbean nights,

with glossy sharks circling beneath,

accentuating under the magical brightness of her skin.

Shubham Dimri Nov 2017

Peacocks are calling.

These peacocks boisterously screams,
perched on the grave you dug for our love.

I'm waiting inside,
where are you?

Didn't you say,
you'll come if peacocks will call you?

Shubham Dimri Oct 2017

I want to hear.

I want this night to creep into the callous glass of your clock and wring out it's breath,
so that I can hear your oblong navel lurching.

Shubham Dimri Oct 2017

I dream.

I dream of my fingers tracing the rim of the ablazed sun.
And then I dream of your fingers rambling under your pants.

Shubham Dimri Oct 2017

If I were you.

If I were you,
I wouldn't have loved anyone else.
Except myself.

Shubham Dimri Oct 2017

The Ocean and The Boats.

I've always loved the ocean and the boats,
both have their own existence,
their own nimbus,
contrary too.
One Living and other Dead.

But in the end the twain are ticking to kiss each other.
Isn't it mesmerizingly ****?

Shubham Dimri Oct 2017

Stereo.

I'm a stereo without speakers,
I want you to create symphonies for me, and you are still shuffling over those tantalizing knobs?