An Indian gay unwinds..

Khel Khatam Hua! At 12.30 in the noon sprawled in the common room overlooking foliage covered mountains in a picturesque hill station of Western India, I hereby declare, being in full control over my mental faculties, that I am filing an official closure report on all the 'ladfas' (romantic liaisons)   I have been involved in past few years now that I have attained certain degree of peace with each one of them. Therefore, may it be A , allegedly an 'eternally unsolvable' puzzle that I got embroiled in many years ago, or M or K or even J, who came in quick succession in past one year, I honestly and happily wish them the best for future! It all started with the LBGT writing workshop that I was selected for last year, where, to my utter shock, I bumped into A after years of being completely incommunicado. Well one thing let to another and we were having Old Monk that night at a shady bar in the suburbs. I'll forever remember that night as one of the mo

To the cute Tamil boy, It was brief. A few meetings or so. Words were exchanged. Glances stolen. Eyes rolled. Hungry passion. Parched lips. Unquenched thirst. Tired bodies. Blissful smiles. Prayers together. She passed away who brought me to you. And now you have moved on swiftly, silently. Maybe someday you'll write back on the offer I presented. And prove that words weren't empty air. न मुझे ही उस का पता कोई, न उसे ख़बर मेरे हाल की, वो क़यामतें जो गुज़र गईं, थीं अमानतें कई साल की है 'मुनीर' तेरी निगाह में कोई बात गहरे मलाल की. (Neither do I know where is he, nor is he aware of the state I am in. That tumultuous time that passed away, T'was your gift I accrued over the years. O Munir (the poet) in your eyes, Is seen a story of deep regret. Love!