Monday, November 14, 2011

Of the time capsule and a slithering serpent…..

It’s been a long time since I have been alive. It’s been a long time since I have lived. It’s been a long time since I have cried. It’s been a long time since I have laughed. It’s been a long time since you have hurt me. It’s been a long time since you have had me. It’s been a long time since I have enslaved you…
It starts with a casual laughing…banter. A little haaa, little huuu…mindless slapping and pushing… That hide and seek we play with our looks pretending, ignoring the weird tugging of heart. I swish around playing along with you baby…and you fall for it looking exactly where I want you to look and I with my innocent bulbous eyes try to indulge you in our inane conversation …we both know what’s going on…..unable to contain this anymore you get up…heading in the opposite direction I get the sign… I follow you…I sit up….my want for you shameless in my naked eyes…and I dare not to look at yours focusing my gaze everywhere but your face…..I pretend to look interested  everywhere but you. Suddenly focussing my attention on the TV while my each nerve, each fibre craving for your touch…my hungry ,thirsty body screaming to meet her counterpart while my head silently scolding me …..I glance at you sideways at your propped up torso…the rings of smoke make your face hazy…your liquid eyes popping out…and then you catch me. Looking. I AM FINISHED.DEAD.YOU KILL ME.
Did you reach for me or did I? How would I know my senses have numbed by now. I close my eyes. I become blind…blind to our surroundings...ah …I could just die now if I weren’t already dead…I savour you…urging you to rip me apart… I relish your every bite and you devour me …you start mumbling something and I with all the might I could muster close your mouth…with mine…ssshhing you…you fiddle to take a lot of time to undress and reach THERE…..I get impatient and start doing it myself you lift me and swiftly trap me between your thighs …my punishment for being impatient…you go down …you punish me some more by sucking in lower pair of my wet lips…first anxiously, then fervently, then urgently occasionally rolling your tongue in…biting. I screammmmmmmmm in pleasure and in pain…
I feel you. Rising…. Rising like the sun between my legs… A fertile wetland. In this game baby I win….I manage to climb on top my claws in your flesh for now you are my prey…baby where would go ,run away now…..I have caught you, trapped you ,abducted your senses ,your pleasure lies between my legs. You come in...You come to your home…this is where you belong. In me. Period.
We push, we pull, we thrust, we jerk, we tug, we wrench, we bite, we kiss, we hit….
You frisk me angrily,I grope u possessively, you nudge me impatiently, I slap u rakishly, you suck rather rapaciously …and my efforts…my inane efforts to make the last moment last longer. Fail. I bare my body I bare my soul…you are fully clothed. Your body lies naked though…but not your soul, for it is layered…layered with suspicions and then we moan.
…I guess the more I have you, the more will my hunger increase …but this is  only a time capsule for us in this universe …suspended in thin air of instability….I realise the spell to be broken as you spill like a volcano all over me…We turn away. Back to making rings of smoke…Again watching the TV fervently…the long serpent of desire snoring…for now…It wud be a long time before he slithers again.
Preeti .B.Kulkarni

Friday, November 11, 2011

Slave of my creation!

Am a hero
      a victim
      a masochist
       a romantic
        a villain
         a whore
          a mother
           a child
            a betrayed friend
             a deceitful person
              a fountain of nurture...
                 a servant
a master and a slave to my writings!

Preeti Kulkarni

When I hate it to be mature...

I write to cry out
I write as an act of masturbation
I write to scream
I write to dream
I write to be free
I write to violate
I write not to preach
I write ass an act of desperation and not as a creative emancipation!
So I hate my writing to be mature!!!

Preeti Kulkarni
This poem was composed by the poet when she was supposedly facing a "writer's block"...If this is a product of "writer's block", then bless us with it!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011


It’s always you… It has always been you… My sane mind argues with me that this is a passing infatuation, just an obsession…but I don’t know… I think it is much more than that!
  I know you are perfect for me and I am perfect for you. The thousand cries of people deafen me at times. But I choose to ignore them.
I have never wanted to marry you. It’s not that I do not believe in the sanctity of marriage. But, I have always felt that marriage is not an act of fulfillment for any relationship.
Do you realize whatever happens you would always be my hero. When we are together, I feel, you are the god and I am your goddess.,
Your touch is so tantalizing… you drive me wild, you drive me mad. You are my master and I am your mistress…it is divine you know it is just not the act but the process…the process! The caress of your hand over mine, and the way you search my mouth with your tongue… I do not realize when our bodies merge…you become me and I become you… Your sweat becomes mine and my sweat becomes yours. And then I love the way you mark me. Your sharp teeth piercing into my skin… you send spasms of pleasure and I forget baby, I forget where I am, and, only you become real. And, sometimes you are like this beast who devours me like your prey, yet, sometimes you are as gentle as a man is on his nuptial night! When I love you, I love you like a wife, I love you like a mother feeding her baby, sometimes like a coy teenager trying to reconcile the exploding fountain of pleasure and at times, a brazen whore deftly stroking you, igniting passion…
There is a language we speak …. I love the way you kiss my each eyelid and I love it when you get conscious… I love to enjoy your discomfort in front of me… I love to watch you bare as you walk through the door. Your chocolate brown skin shinning over mine and the way you smile sometimes wickedly and at most times mischievously…between our kisses!
As we nestle close to each other, I bit my lip in anticipation…  as if I belong to you and you belong there …our legs entwined our chests heaving with breathless excitement.

 Preeti Kulkarni
A note from the writer: A work of is tough to stray around the fine line between the art of fiction and is just an attempt to start writing again...for myself! To start living again through revive myself from my temporary absence from writing...