Just us two – Shaleen Rakesh

You and I my friends my lovers walking in step forward and back stumble and recover from dad and mom from ketamine and dreams fall down and rise but we don’t surrender we don’t retreat it isn’t easy it isn’t free but it’s beautiful if you believe. By- Shaleen Rakesh (Shaleen works as an activist on gay rights in New Delhi, India. When he is … Continue reading Just us two – Shaleen Rakesh

A memory of summer – Shaleen Rakesh

(Photo courtesy: Pinterest) Feverish with youth still full of lust for the aftershave on his neck I met a boy he was beautiful
 all his demons displayed
 openly as fading scars he had a ruinous heart
 only attracted boys
 who tended to disappear 
into the loneliness of the night he loved me
 very much in a way I could
 not understand. July 2013: heineken lite … Continue reading A memory of summer – Shaleen Rakesh

When the music died – Shaleen Rakesh

(Photo Courtesy: Pinterest) The sound waves lingered in the deafening silence that followed 
I jumped fences at the cemetery 
clutching wilted flowers bargaining for sleep in the night I see the disco lights still flickering their last gasp
s I admit I turned away 
 drinking iced tea to keep cool 
 and pretending the moon beams 
 did not whisper your name. Continue reading When the music died – Shaleen Rakesh

Come as raindrops – Shaleen Rakesh

(Sketch courtesy Shaleen Rakesh) Your body waves and nimble feet immersing like plunging fish as water parts, a swish your eyes are set on me and like fish-hooks for this once I tempt folly stuck in your stare we kiss quietly, lips locked and pull the water down from the skies, falling like sheets of music, come love me like monsoon fall into me come … Continue reading Come as raindrops – Shaleen Rakesh

The Old man and the Sea – Shaleen Rakesh

(The Old Man and The Sea – Shaleen Rakesh) He sits there in an old wooden boat his hands folded together like gnarled branches of an ancient oak tree that intertwine and combine with details in the wrinkles like the caves of arunachala he doesn’t say anything he just looks at me as if examining youth he and time have been together long enough he … Continue reading The Old man and the Sea – Shaleen Rakesh