Lighthouse Fantasy
I wish to take her atop a lighthouse,
And slide a periwinkle in her hair,
Glide my hands around her hips,
What the world says we don't care.
I kiss the henna on her palms,
That bore a lotus I gifted yesterday,
Smell the turmeric stain on her sleeves,
From the meal she cooks me everyday.
I steal raisins from her pockets,
From the burglar of my heartbeat,
Shining goggles, all favorite lockets
And peck her cheeks for a pie treat.
I whisper this poem secretly to her
Make her eyes nest a rainbow glow
Bite my ears, create a motion blur
Dancing in the sun like no tomorrow.
I pray all the clockwork to freeze
Even clouds craved our ecstasy
We cuddled like intertwined trees
Wondering if its for real or her fantasy.
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Anuj Mahadik
"Creativity is contagious, let it poison you." Says this 22 year old artist and poet from Mumbai, India who doodles, scribbles and clicks during his wanderlust travels across the country while exploring Heavy Metal festivals and Marijuana plantations alike. He is in a complicated relationship with his Epiphone Viola Bass, a true classic beauty! According to him, cooking is a stress buster, kittens are therapy and dark chocolate is a medicine :)
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