VOICE OF SOUL

In ashes of the love I knew,  a darker purpose took its hold,  betrayed by vows that weren't true,  I'd claim the hearts, both brave and bold. Each cheating woman brought to me,  would learn the price of their deceit,  in darkness they would come to see,  the pleasure found in my complete defeat. The first, a banker's polished wife,  who seduced her broker for the trade,  now knelt before me, stripped of life,  as my sadistic plans were made. "Your spreadsheets mean nothing here,"  I snarled, forcing her to bend,  "I'll chart your pain, your fear, your tear,"  as I my dark revenge would send. Her arse, so tight, so unprepared,  I took without a single care,  as she bent over, legs quite bared,  her screams of anguish filled the air. My hands, like claws, dug in her scalp,  as I forced deeper, claimed her whole,  her expensive haircut now a mess,  her dignity lost to my control. Her tits, I slapped ...

The blindfold was my canvas, her fear, my art. I tied the silk, a promise from the start. No past, no name, just skin and trembling breath, A soul to conquer, walking close to death. "Zara Zara" sighed, a lover's soft lament, A perfect irony for the night I'd rent Her body out to pleasure and to pain, To wash her clean in decadent, warm rain. I watched her shiver, every nerve alight, A perfect sacrifice on velvet night. Her skin, a map of unexplored desire, I was the flame to set her soul on fire. I poured the wine, a river, dark and deep, Above her throat, a secret I would keep. It flowed like blood, a sacramental stain, As her soft whimpers washed away her pain. I followed it, my tongue a slow, wet trace, The salt of her, the vintage's sweet embrace. She arched her back, a silent, pleading bow, And offered me her body, here and now. But that was just a prelude, just a taste, Of all the dark and dirty things I faced. I poured again, a lower, bolder stream, To vio...

I didn’t know we’d drift so far, Two souls once close, now shattered stars. I never saw the silence come, Till love grew cold, and we grew numb. We built so much, but walls stood tall, And in the end, they watched us fall. Our final fight, no swords, no cries— Just broken dreams and last goodbyes. I thought that storms could never part The way you curled into my heart. Whatever came, I'd hold your hand, Together still—was all I planned. But fate, it seems, just played pretend, And love ran dry before the end. The words you said still haunt my head, Like echoes from a life now dead: “The universe is false,” you said, “It never meant the paths we tread. The fate rope lied, and love’s not true— It wasn't real, not me, not you.” You broke me then, without a scream, Shattered the last of every dream. But still I smiled, I wore the pain— Like dancing in a downpour rain. It’s okay, my love. I’ll be just fine, I'll bleed in prose and drown in rhyme. No more to beg, no more to say, ...

  Raat ke andhere mein dil ko jalata hoon, tera naam le kar khud ko sambhalta hoon. Par tu hai door, itni door ke saans bhi taane, aur main teri yaadon ke saaye mein hi kaanpta hoon. Chhoone ki tamanna ab zehr si lagti hai, teri khamoshi meri rooh ko dagti hai. Har baar keh deti ho— “Ghar wale nahi maanenge,” aur main toot kar sochta hoon, kya mohabbat bhi ab thagti hai? Main aa raha hoon teri mitti tak, teri zameen tak, aur tu bhaag rahi hai mujhse kisi ajeeb si hameen tak. Kehte ho, “Mulaqat mushkil hai, waqt sahi nahi,” par mere dil ko lagta hai ke tu ab mere qareeb bhi nahi. Main necha dil kar har bahaana maanta jaa raha hoon, tumhari doori ka zehr roz peeta, muskurata jaa raha hoon. Lagta hai tumhari baaton mein sach se zyada faraar hai, jaise mere pyaar ka na koi mol, na izhaar hai. Kabhi tum mere haathon mein kho jaati thi, aaj ek call mein bhi tum toot kar nahi aati ho. Woh pal jo kabhi hamara tha, ab khaali sa lagta hai, jaise mohabbat ka chirag hi aaj bujh jaata ho. Mujhe...

I pour the wine, it bleeds along her skin, A crimson path that marks what is my own; I drink it slow, my mouth a willing sin, Her muted gasp a sovereign, breaking moan. The blindfold steals her sight, yet sharpens mine, Her body arches, begging for command; I bind her wrists in rope, a sacred sign, Her trembling flesh obedient in my hand. No gentle mercy tempers what I crave, The sting, the strike, the power that I wield; Yet love beneath the cruelty I gave, Her shattered soul is where my heart is sealed. In pain and pleasure, dark and raw combined, I rule her body, yet her soul is mine. © NILOY SHOUVIC ROY

  We lie together—skin on skin, No fabric dares to come between the fire within. Your breath is warm against my neck, Our hearts beating loud in the silence we wreck. I trace your lips with mine, slow and deep, Tasting secrets your body’s aching to keep. Each kiss we trade is a promise unspoken, A lock of lust, already broken. My hand runs down your trembling thigh, Your moan—soft thunder in the sky. I feel your heat, I feel your need, Our hunger growing with every plead. My cock presses firm against your slick, wet core, You arch your hips, whispering, "More." We’re not just lovers now—we’re flame, Calling each other by no name. You wrap your legs around my waist, I push forward, aching, no time to waste. Your gasp becomes my gospel, sweet and wild, Every thrust makes you more untamed, more riled. Flesh against flesh, we grind, we melt, You ride the rhythm that we've felt. Your nails dig deep, your back arched high, I worship every shiver, every sigh. Our lips don’t part...