Heartbreaker, thank you!


Thank you for all the rage, threatening, abuse and violence.

Thank you for pushing me to the edge that

I have killed my past

and upgraded myself to my best version.


Thank you,

it is because of you

I realised who am I

what’s my worth.


Thank you.

A patient of chronic depression

is now an inspiration

to many.


Thank you.

I have started loving myself most

and I don’t miss out on love

from an opposite sex.


Thank you

for helping me re-define

meanings of love,

re-write story of my life.


Thank you,



© Kumar Gautam



What matters my love

in the end

are words.

Your words are bow

and my heart is string.

Together they create tune of love.

You may be a player with words,

a juggler

or sincere and honest.

What matters to heart

are those words.


Yours words may be true or untrue

may have come out in the moment of pain

or when you are overwhelmed with emotions

or upsurged with love

You may mean it

or may not mean it

but it’s the words that stays home



The time

when I am alone

remembering you

I remember those words

it takes away my loneliness

I believe you are there with me

cooing in those words


and again.


When I meet you again

my heart and mind

wishes to listen to

those words again

just to affirm,

the melody is not lost

and heart is thrusting upon love.

The evolution with in

is continuing.


And when your words are blunt yet piercing

heart bleeds thousand deaths

I may not believe your words

but heart is hurt

it is unable to take it

even though you might have said the same

in pain


to avenge

may be not to mean them.


Heart is unable to suffice

good mood or bad mood

all that matters to heart

are words.


redden my heart

with blood of finely chosen words

layer it with love

garnish it with smile

gleam in your eyes


you might have mastered my soul

but my heart only yearns for words

for propulsion of love.


© Kumar Gautam

Cultured Wolves

Very soon

soul in humans will become immaterial,

we all will be like wolves.

As we are prone to flight of fancy

we will call ourselves, cultured wolves.

We will not kill our own self

but we will certainly not save

our owns

from getting killed.

Later we will feed on the dead

relish the warm fresh salted blood of our own

burp and then will regroup again

looking forward to the present

searching for another prey to feed on.

And in the process if one of ours will die

we will again feed on it

and move on for ‘my survival, my dreams’.


Very soon we all will be wolves,

a evolved human race sans emotion.


© Kumar Gautam

Friend Zone

She said,

I love you but I am not in love with you.

The sparkle has diminished and I have lost

touch with feelings. It’s time to switch off

and just remain friends.


He said,

Your proposal for friendship is fall sense of insecurity.

All is not about lovemaking,

It’s about taking love and making love.

What has died, is your desire for me

because love never dies.


She said, we can still remain friends.

He said, I loved a friend but I can’t love all my friends.


© Kumar Gautam

Photo: 500px

I Chose You Over Chocolate

You are my temptation,

the door to salvation.

You intoxicate me

and make a sinner out of me.

Your essence lingers all over my mind.

Being your slave

fills me with goodness.

I feel adorned,

when I consume you and forget self.

I crave for that sight

when my lips, mouth, tongue, fingers

indulge in you.

I touch you and you crumble;

the soft, moist, firm yet delicate you.


My taste buds choose you over chocolate.


© Kumar Gautam

Photo: Holly H Berry

An Open Letter To Female Friends

My dear female friends,

manhood is in question

the credibility of man is being questioned

we are being looked at with suspicion

our reputations are at stake

a gender war has been waged

we are being mocked at

asked to pay for


and all other oppressions and discrimination

our forefathers committed.

This was not the feminist movement world envisioned.

Certainly this is not going to undo the past

nor it is the way forward ahead.


My dear female friends,

as much the light needs darkness,

body needs soul,

a conscious mind needs matter,

a man needs a woman and a woman needs a man.

We need to remind ourselves

feminism was for liberty

not to avenge patriarchy

and thrust on matriarchy

with vengeance.


My dear female friends,

false allegations, fabricated stories,

false accusations, false claims of assault and harrasment

are not only putting life of man in jeopardy

but also of the women associated with them.

Men are shaken and women are loosing faith in them.

It’s time for you stand up

speak up

talk about a few good men you have met in your life;

your father, brother, husband, friend.

You need to talk for your son

or the son you may give birth to.

Do it before a sect plans to instigate male foeticide too in future.


My dear female friends,

feel free to tell the world if you are willing

that not all men are #sex-maniac

or chauvinist or bastards,

rapists, molesters or assaulters.

Men are equally good friend, companion

and even pro-active in sustaining relationship.

Tell as many women as you can

and communicate as soon as you can

before many more women take advantage of “Believe me I am a woman”,

before all men are marked as culprits and all women as victims,

before women are emboldened to abuse men,

before women unintentionally start subjugating men,

before ‘being man’ becomes synonymous to disgrace and shame.


© Kumar Gautam