Category: Written in 2022

The Coming

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia2 Comments

Insecurity is not at all flattering:
It reeks of imagined loss and current fear;
The former hasn’t happened quite yet;
The latter forgets all who hold you dear.

The night brings it back,
When lovers snore and sleep;
And all you do is gaze into the dark,
Wondering if it’s truly that deep.

Anxiety may follow suit and soon –
But –

You ejaculate in your hand!

A calm replaces the tumult
And fear is no longer that grand.

Loss still remains. So you bear it;
You recall you have borne it before!
You understand you can and will bear it,
Even if life makes it erupt once more.

Hair

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia2 Comments

Any chance I get, I run my fingers through your hair.
They are dark, shiny webs of love for me,
Arresting a vibrant magic in their dark lair
That many, if not all, fail to see.

I see you comb them after a shower
And each strand glistens like dew;
I want to put my face in that wet bower
And kiss the cow licks washed anew.

When you rest your head in my lap,
I put the tips of my fingers in the crown,
I am a bee caught in a Venus Trap
And nothing can settle this body down.

I can smell your hair when you’re away,
I can feel it move between my fingers,
The texture and lust with me just stay
As the feel of it on my lips lingers.

Never Again

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia2 Comments

I keep giving of love and remain alone;
Either awake at night or with fears.
I learnt much of pain; it comes now by rote
And has quite lost all its share of tears.

The love I give is all consuming.
It comes from within a unique need.
If I am willing to be consumed myself,
How in hell does it classify as greed?

The words I write now have been written.
The pain I am in has been felt.
It feels like my men are on strange repeat.
The cards each deals have been dealt.

The love I have just needs to be seen;
But those I love choose others over me;
And I can’t keep giving up myself –
I must have an end to hope’s tragedy.

I think of love as forever and it hurts.
Each time it brings with it the freshest pain.
As each time my gifts and heart shatter,
I lie to myself and say never ever again.