Dusk Of Our Love

Burnt Love

I am not a chandler 

but I picked up the hobby of making candles

as you walked in my life. 

We together made our first candle

colourful, aromatic 

and light it up. 

Today first thing in the morning 

I went to see the candle

‘It must be emitting  light’,

symbolising our love eternal. 

Alas, it had already breathed last. 

Leftover wax covered in soot 

was around to be seen.

The aroma could still be felt

on stressing olfactory nerves

but the wick had turned into ashes.

I realised, how funny it is! 

We beautified candle but forgot to strengthen the wick!

This morning was dawn to the world 

and dusk of our     

love story that was not to be named. 


© Kumar Gautam

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Hiding in Coffin

Hiding in Coffin

Frozen, protected and stored

living I am…

Scared of being spent.

I quarantine and nourish my thoughts properly

to use it for my benefit.

When time will travel,

and miracles will happen

then I will not talk

the language of my thoughts would be harnessed

decoded for the betterment of civilization.

At the helm would be I, the human.

© Kumar Gautam

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The Last Colour

The Last Colour


Are you crying?

I can hear you out…

Though you are, I assume, light years away.

It isn’t a surprise

as your soul that usually slides on my heart

warms my soul

had moistened all within

and I could feel heaviness in my chest.


Darkness may have engulfed you

enslaved you to its norms and comforts

just remember life’s wonder,

ordinary may see several colours around

but life has only one colour.

Call it the first colour or the last colour,

but that’s the only colour

nature calls it hope.


From sun to Vatican City’s pope,

all colour their life with hope.

Saying nothing means,

Saying all sometimes.

Life gives ample scope.

let’s ashen the dark

and let it abandon in winds of changing times


Let’s make the sunrise

Peach orange rose

like a toddler’s smile

rub on each other’s soul.

Let not the volcano turn extinct or dormant.

Wake again

to be like sun, active like volcano and sleep like moon.

Let the fortune flex and time be in your control

even if our bodies don’t meet

communications must flow.


© Kumar Gautam

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Can I Kiss You

Can I Kiss You

My man

I like the gentleman in you

but next time don’t you ask

“can I kiss you?”

It’s silly.


I am modern

but when it comes to kissing

I am still old-fashioned.

You have to initiate this bit.

Don’t ask me,

just make a move,

pucker your lips and kiss.


I know you are such a cutie

that you are unable to read my mind.

Just look for signs when I look at you.

Watch me close when I giggle, blush and smile.

Check the moment when I snuggle

or when the damn hairs are on my face.

I don’t mind you moving them away,

that moment just dig in my eyes,

zone in lips and kiss.


Boy, you are charming and handsome.

You dazzle with confidence.

Your presence and I am dazed.

Just do it for one heck.

Let my blood pressure elevate and pulse race.

I will close my eyes while you can watch me relax.

Kiss me before it’s too late.

Just kiss me.


© Kumar Gautam

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I am an Alcoholic

Confessions of an alcoholic


I am an alcoholic.

My association with alcohol

began like an innocent experiment.

Today, social activity to me means alcohol.

My definition of ‘happy life’ is

alcohol at night to make me sleep

and a drink in the morning to wake me up.


Alcohol has given me friends,

many friends.

My list of friends is never ending.

It increases as I slosh another drink.

I have build connections,

expanded business.

My life is constellation of LED lights

wait a minute, there’s a twist in my ‘spirit-ed’ tale.


Alcohol is my only friend

Like a PR personnel it manages my brain.

Sympathy has fizzed.

Emotions have diluted.

Cynicism has over taken.

And ‘boss’ I am always right.

Screw you all, I am always right.


Dude! Let me confess…


I often find myself disconnected.

Three voices echo within me at a time –

alcoholic voice, my numb me voice and voice of my soul.

My soul acts loner;

rarely talks,

behaves dumb.

My body hates it as if it is an enemy.

My alcohol possessed mind thinks of it as beast.

Yes, my soul has turned beast.

I ain’t anymore me.

I have turned – he, she, they.

I am crowd and alcohol makes me feel I am THE.



Binge drinking,

Bringing shame upon,



struggle to exist,

aren’t acts of heroism.

For a person like me,

who is known to be sober otherwise.


It’s a fool’s paradise

We drink to drink

And later drink sinks.

The bout continues,

drink-sink, sink-drink, sink-sink.


So you wanna be real cool!

Sink not rise,

rise to drink.

There’s enough to drink around

Drink and suck all illusion, fiction, hypothesis.

Sense the real cool quotient,

the euphoria.

Be the real different one.

Be the real cool.

Dude, enough being ridiculed.  


© Kumar Gautam


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Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary

The truth is out my love.

You have been my world, my universe.

Young and wise I made a choice,

you tolerated me these many years.


We make mistakes and mistakes reform us.

We regret, we forgive.

We wish to leave the past behind,

tighter it clings to us.


You were an exception.

You let the past sleep in deep slumber.

You never further tear me down

rather fixed those broken mirrors.


You gave space to doubts.

You didn’t seek answers to all questions.

You let the silence soak.

You douse off the spark, the fire.


I never thought there could be a woman

better than my mother, but here you are.

If I get another life, I wish to be a woman in your life.

That would be my way to offer, love and penance.  


© Kumar Gautam

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