repeating it enough times

 will make it true

The magic of secrets

What attractions can beauty hold
Or erudition
Or charm

Against complicity

Against a (wo)man
Who will tell me
All the secrets of the heart
And swear to me
That I am the only one to know

Thing of beauty

I remember being so tired of men
Writing about women's breasts
I knew, when i shed my inhibitions,
I would write about a man's body

But, the words fail me
As
In my imagination
I turn away from
Flat (pun intended) chests
And find myself describing
Things of beauty,
Curiosity,
Complexity,

{
What is it?

(Let's face it, we are ALL obsessed with
Women's bodies?)

(I am bisexual?)

(Ubiquitous male literuature has
objectified women so much
That i have internalized it?)
}

What do women want?

Of course i want you
To do
What i want you to do

But i would rather
You choose to do so
Than take my word for it
And blame me ever after

being a poet

why should life treat me
any different
because
i m a poet?

few people know
that i m one

but then again,
why shouldn't it?
life knows

about my poems!

@bhoju

when was the first time

you realized you had feelings?
someone said "I love you" to you?


- Bhoju

Promise of forever

You promise me forever
And I know it is not mine to take

But i can still let your promise
Make me happy

Who knows

Soon the promise
May not be yours
To give