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About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.

Ash

I stare at waves receding And know they are my words Going away from me, and the world, Going away to a place Where they will die A quiet, dignified death. I am less than a forgotten memory. I make … Continue reading

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Fire

Your love is a drop of water It lightens to air, floats, Condenses, and rains. The grass shoots. Leaves dance green. A new life is born. But in drought, krishna There’s no drop to be had During endless summer months. … Continue reading

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Liar

Thick grey clouds Swirl in the wind Thunder over houses And disappear Without a trace With empty promises And no rain. This krishna of mine Also promises me peace Shows me his soul Coaxes my laughter Makes me believe Then … Continue reading

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Somebody to Love

The beauty about life is that you will always end up learning, and especially learning not to be a smug, superior, self-righteous prick. You think you will never have an affair with a loserly, married man, no, not you with … Continue reading

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Blind

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyant, put on weight and reformed herself. In these cards, I hold wealth and abundance she said from her tower overlooking Ulsoor lake. An emotional raven escaped his Poe and fluttered morbidly to the balcony. “Pay attention … Continue reading

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Letter to the Dispossessed

I didn’t know that the smells would haunt me. Scratch that. I did. Specifically, detergent mixed with the coconut on skin. I think it’s my most favourite smell in the world because it is you. It smells like home. Which … Continue reading

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Felicity in Frankfurt

I am home. This is home. It’s all just the same as I left it. Of course, there is more furniture now and he has repositioned the furniture but it’s the same. It smells the same. There is that hint … Continue reading

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