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Love Making-Sort of Empty

By Uttam Gill, published on Feb 8, 2012

The summer is beginning to make its impact. The scorching heat of the day had almost sapped the energy and as the night sets in, the heat takes a toll; it turns into a silken seducer. The shower is doing the magic; the trickling water carves the mood to dance.

The guiding rules of sensuality initiate my desires and I accept the consenting embrace and then, we owe each other an erotic explanation to enact in playful mood. While enacting we are not alone, the credible love facilitates the love making. The orchestrating love with sensuality maintains the longevity and that’s when we say;... (more)

Tags: sex, love, passion, sensuality, lovemaking

And She Holds the Truth

By Uttam Gill, published on Feb 3, 2012

She never knew that, her life would turn into a stalemate of despair, hope and aspiration. She hardly knew that, outside her mother’s precinct, life would change. On leaving her mother’s precinct, the life begins to mourn; over the deathly silence, innocence acquires the probing stance. Her naiveté’s called for comfort, which she was used to; instead, she received scary scr......atches of coarse hand. She coils her body and soul to hide the tragic invasion. The day her innocence cried, she understood the madness of the world; outside the precinct of her mother she encountered a different... (more)

Tags: life, truth, daughter, mother, hurt, experience

It's beautiful

By Uttam Gill, published on Jan 27, 2012

"Hello…is anyone here?” he calls loudly. No one answers but dust settles to score to establish place for existence. Acoustic display of his own feet marginalizes his call. No one has come here for long but he asks himself, why that door is left open. He was asked to come and he is here. The pretending silence at times, intends reasons to explore and he climbs up the stair. At the mezzanine floor he finds a door, half open. Reluctantly he pushes the door and the door opens with a slight squeak; he calls “Is anyone here?” Again, no one answers. He feels as if the house and things are lying there,... (more)

Tags: love, passion, hope, rainbow

She is asking for moon

By Uttam Gill, published on Jan 18, 2012

The palpable reason awakens her to know that her solitude in solitary confinement will not fetch her desired happiness. She looks at the people rejoicing and while awakening to the fact, she still refuses to enliven the life and embraces the forlorn desire within her fold. She insulates herself. She pretends with smile. Every day she pretends. She coolly walks into the celebration of others; holding beneath the smile, the dormant sediments of life, which are simmering. She too wishes to hold somebody’s hand but she never. She knows that, she is keenly watched and she refuses to yield to the... (more)

Tags: loneliness, dreams, life, hope

My Fair Lady

By Uttam Gill, published on Jan 15, 2012

On to the canvass of life, I have seen the transactions of love, expectations, disillusionments, alignment or realignment of relations, and flickering hopes with stark reality. With the conclusive evidence, the glaringly picture which emerges, provides reasons of disproportionate enormity, with wide difference between dreams and reality. And from this let me identify my fair lady.

She is my fair lady, who is wise, mature, loving, caring, kind, communicative, and also the one, who can stir, my imagination with sensuality. Let me say more; that I would like to be possessed constructively... (more)

Tags: love, woman, care, lady

Can you hear me

By Uttam Gill, published on Jan 14, 2012

She thought; who was he? Why he was here? Why it took so many years? Why she accepted? It was not meant for, then why, she chose the purpose; when there was no purpose. Was that so bad? Why she let that happened? Answers are not coming and questions mocking her. Memories making inroads, words are crawling back from the buried times and time in its fury knew nothing that somewhere, sometime, somebody has weaved those words, to create a world, for the one, who was traveling noiselessly. From the far corner of her time, she picks up noise and surprisingly it turns into whispers and she cries.

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The Faith

By Uttam Gill, published on Jan 11, 2012

Tyrant hands of time taunt me.

Apocalyptical warnings make e shudder

In the bottomless pit of dreary dark uncertainties

I am falling and yelling to escape

From the ashes, I wish to rise

Hands offering to lift me up

Steering restlessness into the calm corollary

I know now, that I have the supporting threads

I have with me now the hands, which hold me

Yes, the time which took away, has now given me back

I have with me the gains of my lost time

I know now, that I have the reason to smile

I have with me the faith... (more)

Tags: life, pain, faith, belief, hope


By Uttam Gill, published on Jan 9, 2012

He is drawing smile from his dreams and he feels her. Mood is eventually turning into ecstasy. What is that which is seducing him? Lustfully, he yields to the seduction. He is crawls out and sultry day connive to untie.

It’s raining and she walks in with inviting charm of sensuality, to hold her... to dance with her. Rain with blazing beauty, blesses the moments with erotic charm. The rain drops kisses her bare shoulders…the beads of water jewels hangs on for a while and then leave the edges to roll down to her cheeks and the lips. As the water accumulates more space, it prolifically... (more)

Tags: rain, dance, sensuality

The king and qeen with their rainbow

By Uttam Gill, published on Jan 5, 2012

He sold his empire today and she borrowed the crown to be a queen for the day. From the rags of life they pull the comfort, to find a place of their own.

While excavating their dreams they extract truth which was lying for years, unsold and untouched. With the fortune of their find they vacate the burdens to unwind and feel the confluence of two souls. From a charted route, they leave the edges and glide into the spaces, to unravel the mystic of life; untrammelled and unbridled.

Unknown to the other and oblivious of facts the extent of such demarcation they hold the brush to the... (more)

Tags: love, dreams, trust, passion, faith and acceptance

Lunatic Having his Luna to Smile With

By Uttam Gill, published on Jan 3, 2012

Why is that we don’t own up when we see our dreams shattered? Why don’t we accept the fate? Why we deliberately create a shield saying touch me not? Why is that we just drag ourselves, knowing well, that life is too short? Why that the questions like this would unsettle anyone? And why is that the answers looses its relevance? When I think over this, I find no valid reason to answer the dilemmatic questions of my life. I know it’s not that easy and I also know that, I have been so brutally questioned about my propriety, as if somebody is going to display the trophy, saying, that “I have cut... (more)

Tags: life, belief, conflict, lunatic, luna

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