Lover

I loved him enough to not let him know and yet make my diary bleed his name;
A fondness so real that it made my heart beat like a machine gun the second I saw him walking towards me;
My heart skips not just one or two but multiple beats when I see him smile like a baby,
Oh!  That innocence merged with naughtiness is heart-stirring ;
Seems like am under his spell,
Mesmerised to an extent that all my thoughts gets eventually centralized to him.
Never had I ever felt something so lily white and so consuming;
His one kiss is enough to wither me and yet flourish me.
Now all I can wish for is that the last breath I take gets stained with his name;
Like my soul smeared with the tint of his love.  - Diksha

High....

Let's take a cab to some old,  rustic, country pub;
And request them to serve us vintage red wine;
While we sit there for an hour or may be two.
Talking about your childhood, cracking unsophisticated jokes,
And trying to know what makes you fall for a girl;
What is it that makes her indelible.
So that next time again when we meet we both return home high on each other.

Rape

Yes her heart is still beating and all the other body parts are again functioning like before;
But did she actually survive?
Or is it just the physical structure of flesh and blood that survived?
She thought she was the victim of his lust;
Then why is she the sufferer who is being punished and not the culprit?
She stands there in the farrago of emotions;
All screwed up, trying to repair herself in fits and starts;
But the unmerciful world makes all her attempts futile.
So what is it that makes them this cold hearted towards her?
Just because she is a girl?
Or is it because she was touched in a malapropos way against her consent?
Is she being punished because she is the victim not the rapist?
Cause even after committing a sin this heinous his life seems to be absolutely fine.
Why is it she who is repudiated and not he?
Despite the fact that it was he who robbed her intimacy;
Fed upon her like a brute;
Plundered and stripped her of her virginity and credence;
And may be seized her voice too.
For the reason that not a single mortal heard her;
Neither that night when she was raped;
In her own room which once happened to be the safest place;
By someone she knew and considered to be a well-wisher;
Nor today ,when she is fighting an unceasing tussle ,to convince the world that she is guilt free but he isn't.
Even today she wishes that he would have killed her body too like he killed her soul. - diksha

Blush

"You look alluring wrapped in 6yards " he complimented, gazing at me while I stood in front of the mirror fixing my bun....

"I look even better wrapped in your arms" , I replied ...

For a change this time he was the one to turn pink 😍😍😍 - diksha