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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.

Devotion

Love is cheap My krishna declares. Jasmine creepers Swirl their fragrance Every evening in season. And only housewives wear Regular sweet smelling jasmine. Love is common place My krishna denounces You only think it’s unique and precious. But you will … Continue reading

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Fear

The flowers in my garden Don’t care for nurture And even less for love. They will strew themselves On mud and cement. Allow themselves to be trampled By an exciting but callous wind. They will lounge in the sun And … Continue reading

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Desire

The earth has everything. This is what I say. This is what they say. Your world is perfect. What for you? What I want is my krishna And if he is as unattainable as the sky Then I don’t have … Continue reading

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Barren

I carry the image of krishna in my womb. I birth the future of krishna in my thoughts. I breathe life to the reality of krishna through my words. I nurture the passion of krishna against my breast. I am … 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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