Forbidden Love Story

to my house. Once he has opened the door, stepped aside, he leads her towards the bedroom. Knowing the routine, she begins pealing his tee, unbuckles the bel

ow walls. Her dusky body writhes in mermaid-ian style; it is flawless save the little scar on the left t

t be a Crusoe /and build a

ds out the lines, his husky voice dominating the room; ru

e students living double lives: students by day; call girls by dusk. Inversely (ironically is not defined in my personal dictionary), they do

, lately, begun to grow affectionate towards her. Affection, his firm b

lamp is a croton and the reason for the Erika palm a guard near the doorstep. She dislikes judges on reality shows smirking on contestants shaking their buttocks jelly-like and spreading their legs in mid air. "Their sense of art is so perverted," she remarks. She stares at the switched-off T.

onal figure. He teaches to sustain himself. Primarily, he is a poet. While in college he

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annot be ruled out. His own first book of poems appeared when he was twenty-two, and during then and now, at forty, he has already crafted seven books of poems, had been an invitee into prestigious world poetry societies within the country and overseas, and has been conferred with honorary D. Litt. and other such-like recognitions from equally pr

black but colourful pathway to look for more truths hiding there, desiring him to seek them out. All in all, his so

, but mind in a land far away. And that is what attracted him towards her, sermonised to him in one sentence: Drop off your protective robe, scra

his soul served girls, he wondered at times. He needed the company of women but somehow the protective feeling held him full throttle, refusing to take the right turn to the road called Mental Direction. The sex-less days have now become an appetizer. He has alrea

im. Emotionally, as well as physical

t." He had asked her once, when, after an evening of heated love ma

s eyes, her face marked by

Cafe across the massive park, inhaling and exha

He always keeps the right side vacant for Aryana (his one-time girlfriend), though he wonder if she will ever return.

Roman chiseled features: high cheek and jaw bones, a sharp n

he students vacate the college campus. Teaching for the day is over, Bruce, eyes cl

as the best six months of his life. Sighing, he opens his eyes and turns the pages of the book, settlin

oon the coffee table suffers a slight shiver. His eyes fall on the

d eyes stand out in prominence. His smooth hair, closely cropped, with a few streaks falling over his forehead in a careless

k. All in all, her face is sweetly innocent, and covered all over with honeyed skin. The two-inch ear-rings spray-painted into a gun-metal colour with th

ss. Holding some playing cards in their hands, the misty man throws a card. The woman looks at the fallen card, runs her e

an picks up the video camera from the table. Th

glish at the Kingston College." The

ers." The slow and husky voice of

den, his mouth op

Random Thoughts,"

re on yo

ll fall i

th your

The open book slowly slips out from

the misty beings join together, melting

dy beings appear in this modern age, and that too sit across a table and rattle about his p

oner falls short in cooling him. Bats swirl in a mad fashion

oices. All nonsense.

e long sip he steps out an