Inked Imagination: July 2016

Thursday, 28 July 2016

Each time the writer fell in love ,
it was always the same.
Ecstasy ruling out all other emotions.
His broken heart mended itself ,
although the scars were visible.
Hidden but always there.
His muse provided him with warmth in the darkest of nights when he'd weave words of magic.
He never had an empty mind while wielding a pen , ready to ink his emotions.

Each time the writer broke his heart ,
it was always the same.
Melancholy ruling over all other emotions.
His heart scattered into pieces ,
the broken shards piercing his soul ,
ripping apart his very being.
He still stayed awake in the darkest of nights ,
his soul darker than the sky above.
He'd pour out his pain into paper ,
smudged with tears.

The pages stood silent witnesses
to the raging storm and the losing battle.
Muses came and muses went
but his heart stayed broken forever.

KK

Emotions break loose ,
incomprehensible to ordinary mortals,
when they share their first kiss.
Unrestrained passion gets tamed
when they weave words of magic
for each other
in the darkest of nights.
Lost in the labyrinth of ecstasy ,
they make love to each other ,
ignorant of the mortal world ,
embracing the realms of fantasy,
while time stands still
watching the bibliophiles fall in love.

KK

LUST

He pushed her against a wall and kissed her passionately.
Moans of pleasure escaped from her lips.
Their fingers intertwined and explored unconquered territories.
The rhythm of their lovemaking was as smooth as the splattering of raindrops on the windows.
Beads of sweat covered their bodies.
Both of them were lost in their own world of ecstasy and finally reached the apex of untamed pleasure.
Yet he wasn't satisfied.
He wanted her body , not her soul.
His body was at peace, not his heart.