The Other Side

1. Girl friend

Lets explore about our orientation, and the only required apparatus for experiment is a girlfriend.

The "straight" gay panics:

Mammoth might kill me,
I won't sleep alone tonight.
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Earlier who shared interests now share a relation,
Requesting a refusal to God's decision.
Under the name of sandwich, digesting
two dry pieces of bread without butter.



2. Diffusion

Sometimes, it’s just an odour that dominates every physical feature.

Fresh forever, fragranced forever,
Few artificial fruits in the basket,
decayed a lively fruit last Night.

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Diffused souls, diffused fragrance.
But artificial tricks followed nature’s deception,
Certainly, he was again pricked by Light.



3.Blind

Avoid Rejection, play a blind date. But to avoid preliminary rejection, play well over the chat.

Portrayal of new patina over the same old flesh,
Fake blushes counted in,
double-entendre behind lash.
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Wicked mind over the availability of space,
Beneath dubious pranks,
initiates the unhurried race.



4.Come on YM

How can you think of friendship without sharing, may it be your pics or cell numbers?

“I am just here for friendship",
moulds to "What’s your priorities?"

Unwilling display of patience,
dominated by unbearable desires.

Bathos in the dialogue delivery,
cracks the crust of lusty fire.



5.Bromance or Romance?

In love with a straight guy, why not to go for some conversion techniques?

Jack took Jill up to the hill to pour out forbidden emotions,
Jill fell down and trauma touched the ground,
Yet Jack was occupied in blind devotion.
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If you can think of conversion,
and close eyes in name of dark vision,
What kind of love is there in your relation?


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(Thoughts behind my words:

Part1: Girl Friend

These lines refers a gay, who thinks having a girl friend can change things in his life. He panics for the things that doesn't exist ( mammoth). His confusions lies between request and refusal.

Part2: Diffusion

The idea can out while reading the "about me" column of a guy, where it was written, " Body odours cannot be tolerated". Further, I tried expressing that the beauty of soul cannot be replaced with any of the artificial deo/perfume.

Part3: Blind

Blind establishes the state of mind during a blind date. The qualms and frozen desires.

Part4: Come on YM

I know all gays are quite aware how some online chats diverts unintentionally.

Part5: Bromance or Romance?

Jack is love with a straight guy, Jill. Jack's friend suggest him to try to change Jill's orientation. Jill falls refers to Jack's techniques to convert him and Jack closes his eyes refers to his act of being blind when he can find its not good what he is doing. Finally it conclude with the question mark over the kind of Jack's love.)

I ask myself, seldom answering.

I woke up with a dream, and thought of moulding them in words. I wrote it in one-run so that I should not land up in the reality before I conclude this poem.

I dedicate this to someone who will never understand it's for him.

As if I seized my world all around you,

In the book named “My life”,

There’s no chapter after “You”.

While walking thoughtless on a curious road,

Even blurred images are suddenly cured.

I ask myself, seldom answering.

“Are you happy in your love life?”

Fear drop all over my nerves,

Not for the query, but for the “Yes”.

Selfish thoughts over my dry eyes,

Or dry thoughts over my selfish eyes.

I ask myself, seldom answering.

Yet …

I still wait for the day, you will ask me-

“Do you still love me?”

I will be seized for the one last time,

I will overlook all the curious thoughts,

I will ask my tears to flow for a change,

Everything reflected through my“Yes”.

Yes, I still love you.

Selfish me, with my”self” in you.

Letter to my Mom!

To my dearest Moma,

I know you were never good in English,
But now you have to understand my words,
The words that never got a voice,
the feelings buried in my lies.

Over roasted toasts,
Or sugarless tea.
You appreciated everything,
When "I" was the cook.
Slight dark toasts,
Or less sweeter tea,
I left them there as it is,
When "you" were the cook!

I thought I am the best "son",
And I expected the Best "Mom",
You knew I am not the best son,
Still you tried being the Best mom.

It’s not about those teas or toasts,
It’s not about being best or worst.
It may be out of all my irritation,
That why didn’t you unmask my allegation?

I thought one day,
You will ask me,
“Are you in love?”
I thought one day,
You will realize that,
I am in love.

My thoughts never stopped there,
And expected one day,
You to question me,
“Is he your man?”

Since in twenty two years the day never came,
And now I really can’t play this pretence game.

Your son,
Karan

Reviewed by The Forth Dimension

Tout Droit

Premise: On a curvy lane, how can i go straight?

---)Five days.. two lanes.. single bridge..several thoughts..!!(---

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. - Dr Seuss

Day 1, day of confusions:

Back and forth; eroding the gray path,

Every now and then, i am ready to dig and choke.

Am I probing the pent passage?

Or Am I disguising the detached door?

Every passing minute bombarding a new doubt,

contradicting the history of last thirty degree count.

Since now brimming bowl can't hold more,

I am ready to carry nescience out of my soul!

Day 2, day of decision:

Holding hand; Momma's left and dadaa's right,

We advanced straight along the imprecise cluster.

Is it their confident glow that enlightened this lane?

Or they just curtail the rays from things they can't explain?

Kicked by my fate, and the curve fetched me.

the dryness of my throat seems fake,

when it drizzles over me.

If God wanted Me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise.

- Johann Von Goethe

Day 3, day of discoveries:

I cleared the droplets over my glasses,

to appreciate the ravishing RAINBOW,

which untwist beyond my twisted lane,

with pink buds carpeted on either sides.

377; three appalling digits, yet more appalled

over the discontented desires of love and life.

Pseudonym they carry, masking the visage,

to forget the pretense they largely produced.

Day 4, discoveries continued:

Following my heart, I discovered two temples,

And I noticed everything, ignored by others.

The one of Konark depicted the sexual embrace of women,

And a other relief showed a monk giving fellatio to the prince.

Still they call it an evil from western culture,

And it’s better to open old pages to clear confusions.

To my knowledge, Kamsutra belongs to Indian literature, then

WHY Vatsayana devoted an entire chapter to Auparistaka?

Why Sufi literature expressed it a spiritual relation?

And Why Persion poetry related it with moral love?

Day 5, and my final decision:

" Momma must be waiting", It alarmed my dream,

Dadaa's warning notions pulled the strings.

Stepping back to those acquainted paths,

A bridge revealed connecting those disparate lanes.

Before going back, I spared some calories for my new home,

confronting both roads, adjoining the invisible bridge.

Do not follow where the path may lead. Go, instead, where there is no path and leave a trail.

- Ralph Waldo Emesson

( Now a part of Gaylaxy )

Compromise!!~~

All it flows like the unconfined river,
And I am one of the pebbles,
Drifting along the times,
Sometimes sluggish, sometimes swiftly,
Losing my contour and the skin I got.


All it grows like the stretching tree,
And I am one of the leaves that shed last night,
I am unaware where this dark night will lead,
But losing my dry soul this autumn,
Will enhance its charm for sure.


All it soothes like this embellishing room,
And I am one of the curtains so elegant,
That’s dancing with this strong wind.
The dust sometimes hits me hard,
Still I am showing the image behind the veiled cards.


All it tastes like any other cappuccino,
And I am the coffee beams, one of its ingredients.
Mixed and blended to give it a savor,
I was appreciated for giving this recipe a name,
But still never accepted the way I was.


In the dim light of moon,
Shines that charismatic river,
The wind touching my chest,
Comes after plucking those leaves.


The pebbles unnoticed,
Or it may be the separated leaves.
I am pleased for the love they express,
But this very moment
I see their different shade,
Compromise under the name of love.


I stand still, facing out the window,
With the cappuccino set for appreciation,
The breeze knocks for space,
Hitting those cuddling curtains.


The juvenile curtains,
Or it be the luscious coffee,
I am pleased for the altruism they express,
But this very moment
I hear their silent voice,
Compromise under the noise of life.


I feel like being a mirror,
Never cleaned for years,
Still how can I show you, my boy,
The same old image.


I tried reflecting back what I got,
But failed this time too,
Since under the name of a relation,
I am compromising too.

( Now a part of Gaylaxy )

And it remained untitled!!~~

Part One:
Ambiguous Desire, Smokeless Fire,
Narrow Node, Unbreakable Code!

Masking my entity,
within my silent words,
image of universal acceptance,
still seems blurred.

Restricted Light, Siezed Flight,
Viscid Solution, Eternal Illusion!

Why gender is not left unseen,
when love is for unseen soul.
In this largest stage called world,
how long I will be playing Straight's role!!

Part Two:
A bridge yet unrevealed,
On which I stand.
Beneath the cloudy sky,
Over the barren land!

Supported by divinity,
yet in devil's eye.
Within the majority,
our smile seems dry!

The quest is on,
for the perfect lane.
Cherishing my visibility,
In the invisible domain!

( Now a part of Gaylaxy )