Honesty over romance.

Even in my exhaustion or my delirium or the fantasy of a world I concoct at midnight where I imagine our stars aligning where the timing and chemistry dance around us like constellations do our galaxy do I pick up the pen to write you into eternity. There is a quiet to your love like Sunday morning

Husband to wife – letter 8

My darling, Happy anniversary. Do you remember the first time we spoke? I had so many questions for you and for obvious reasons, I remember everything about it. Do you? I couldn’t quite explain why but I wanted to know as much about you as I could. I’m still fascinated by you. Darling, you told

2am devilry

I’m yet to tire of sleeping with devils, complete with mouths full of lust and a siren song only everything south of my naval can hear once 2am dares to bare her teeth. Her jaw stretched itself into a smile designed to seduce, to make knees tremble and turn the early hours into a symphony.

My deluded, dysfunctional love

I could write about your spine and red wine and that one time when you walked through the door with your back to the wall and you whispered “more” or swore you’d scream and that night we explored your kinks pressed up against the kitchen sink with leather whips for better grip and the sweat

Drowning in the quiet.

There aren’t many things that I hate but, I hate that you’re an ocean away and I hate that you’re unforgettable. You, ethereal and so quietly haunting my kindest dreams. How cruel and unconscionable of you to make these waking moments feel so nightmarish, so involuntarily engulfed by solitude.  

Bones and bedrooms and breaking dawn

Between the heavy throes and unsteady groans came laughter. 4am and like a sunset you broke the quiet of dawn. Those early hours spent counting every beauty spot etched across your skin. I lay in quiet admiration of the strength in your spine and the resilience of your bones.

The Singularity

It is man’s arrogance which allows him to extend his reach beyond his grasp. For decades, the brightest minds in the world worked relentlessly to create artificial intelligence to rival the complexity and evolutionary potential of the human brain. Steadily, the years strolled by and the world inched closer to birthing robots designed to aid

Lessons we aren’t taught.

I don’t compromise when it comes the level of emotional intelligence I look for in my partners. I won’t entertain any glorified apathy. I don’t believe in desperation when it comes to love and relationships; nothing organic, nothing natural is born from it. I’m here to protect my peace. You’re as welcome to stay as you

That sex tape

I’ve seen a lot of “apne” (our own) tweet about how they have respect and class yet here you all are on Twitter watching a sex tape. You all know what’s on it, you all know it’s two guys and one girl. Please, spare me your moral outrage at how vile you think it is

The first person I lose

If I’m unbelievably lucky for the next 4 decades of my life – I’ll never lose a patient. However, I’ve been told the first thing you lose is your patient and the second thing you lose is hope. If I do lose a patient, do you think I’ll cry? Do you think I’ll feel the nausea plunge itself into my stomach?