Category Archives: Intoxication Induced

Things I have written when the inspiration struck. Or, in other words, intoxication induced writing.

Eviscerate

Posted on September 23, 2019 by Bhumika's Boudoir

Eviscerate. Eviscerate. Eviscerate. I repeat to myself sitting in the car speeding towards the airport. It’s a damn clean job, I can tell dispassionately. Even objectively. The worst parts removed. All the rest is now clean, meaty, edible. You can … Continue reading →

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Mute

Posted on September 15, 2019 by Bhumika's Boudoir

Lovers everywhere speak the same language. “I love the way you smell.” “I want to kiss your eyebrows, your lips, your hair, and your armpits.” “I miss the way your head felt heavy on my chest.” “Why are you so … Continue reading →

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Harvest Moon

Posted on September 14, 2019 by Bhumika's Boudoir

We talk about moon rituals, this new girl I met and I. We are walking by a lake. She’s happy with the size of today’s moon, the Friday, and the 13th, all together only makes her happy and buoyant. She … Continue reading →

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Whimper

Posted on June 16, 2019 by Bhumika's Boudoir

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. – The Hollow Men by T S Eliot Aloneness is carved so … Continue reading →

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Hair

Posted on May 27, 2019 by Bhumika's Boudoir

I count each strand of my hair To account to krishna Of my love and care. He tugs at my braid But stares mesmerised At another’s gait. My hair locks in dreads He ruffles the knots, laughs And that hot … Continue reading →

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