Submissions by krishnasyadav (krishnashivkumaryadav)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 6:01pm
8th Sep 2014 6:01pm
Erotic haiku
Last spring
the filament of her diaphragm
deflowered
the filament of her diaphragm
deflowered
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 7:02am
7th Sep 2014 7:02am
Erotic haiku
Last night
unloaded the luscious milk jelly
in a bowl of her belly
unloaded the luscious milk jelly
in a bowl of her belly
766 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 6:31pm
5th Sep 2014 6:31pm
Erotic Haiku
She was wearing
a butterfly bra on her boobs
I flew it away so to suck the fruits.
a butterfly bra on her boobs
I flew it away so to suck the fruits.
805 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 6:17pm
5th Sep 2014 6:17pm
Erotic haiku
Last night
I fluttered under the garden
of her flowery panties
I fluttered under the garden
of her flowery panties
702 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 8:55am
5th Sep 2014 8:55am
The Shower
Daily she would take her shower
and once she was in the midst of bath
daily he would purposely cut the power
And she would come out
with foams of soaps shouting
while daily he would see a voluptuous body
wrapped in a skimpy towel
and once she was in the midst of bath
daily he would purposely cut the power
And she would come out
with foams of soaps shouting
while daily he would see a voluptuous body
wrapped in a skimpy towel
956 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Aug 2014 7:13pm
30th Aug 2014 7:13pm
Two strands of hairs
http://krishnashivkumaryadav.wordpress.com/2014/08/30/two-strands-of-hairs/?preview=true&preview_id=75&preview_nonce=46002a03be&post_format=standard
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 3:52pm
1st Aug 2014 3:52pm
In quest of Freedom
I only want to talk to thee, don’t deny me from
doing so. I only want to tell my speech, don’t
ban me from doing so. I only want to write my
idea, don’t burn me from doing so. I only want
to paint my art, don’t threat me from doing so. I
only want my place of expression from thee
and nothing else. If it’s okay with thee, I will do
it. If not, I have nothing to say to thee
doing so. I only want to tell my speech, don’t
ban me from doing so. I only want to write my
idea, don’t burn me from doing so. I only want
to paint my art, don’t threat me from doing so. I
only want my place of expression from thee
and nothing else. If it’s okay with thee, I will do
it. If not, I have nothing to say to thee
533 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jul 2014 6:04pm
7th Jul 2014 6:04pm
Marriage
Whoever deeply loves thee
A true worshiper is he
Thou shall have a royal marriage
Thou shall ride on luxurious carriage
It's by me,Krsna, that thee'll be missed
Will I be best man, of whom thee be kissed?
A true worshiper is he
Thou shall have a royal marriage
Thou shall ride on luxurious carriage
It's by me,Krsna, that thee'll be missed
Will I be best man, of whom thee be kissed?
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Jul 2014 5:47pm
6th Jul 2014 5:47pm
When I pass through that street
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through abusive catcalls
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through;
The unzipped trousers of a man coercing them
to look at him
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through;
The anxiety of being victim on that street
When I pass through that street
I pass through misogyny deep-rooted on that street
Blossoming into language
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through the feeling
As if they were walking on Red Street
It’s that same...
I see women passing through abusive catcalls
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through;
The unzipped trousers of a man coercing them
to look at him
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through;
The anxiety of being victim on that street
When I pass through that street
I pass through misogyny deep-rooted on that street
Blossoming into language
When I pass through that street
I see women passing through the feeling
As if they were walking on Red Street
It’s that same...
579 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Jul 2014 10:11am
6th Jul 2014 10:11am
Me the ugly guy
Me the ugly guy, can’t laugh anymore
Simply cry in a heap upon the floor
Wanting my dream to come true
Wanting a Merriment life out of blue
But there seems to be no way.
That's what tears want to say
For nothing makes me happy
And my life is nothing but crappy.
I'm not smart; I’m no good at all
Every time I try to hit the wall
I'm not like the other lad you see
Then what am I suppose to be?
Trapped in place don't wish to be in.
Wishing that just once I could win.
Simply cry in a heap upon the floor
Wanting my dream to come true
Wanting a Merriment life out of blue
But there seems to be no way.
That's what tears want to say
For nothing makes me happy
And my life is nothing but crappy.
I'm not smart; I’m no good at all
Every time I try to hit the wall
I'm not like the other lad you see
Then what am I suppose to be?
Trapped in place don't wish to be in.
Wishing that just once I could win.
698 reads
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