Preeti Kumari

“Do you know what passion is? He whispered

And he brushed my lips... the lipstick smeared and the brassiere rested on the floor..”
― ~Preetilata Kumari

“As he pulled the crayon out;
The world was painted in glowing scarlet...”
― ~Preetilata Kumari

“He put his finger in and out, and watched me lie there.
''Perfect'', I groaned breathlessly, while a tear drop shined on the corner of my right eye.”
― ~Preetilata Kumari

“I walked down the memory lane this afternoon,
The streets have changed now after the storm;
the ruins and the residues are cleared...
But the madness in the air still remains;
Every path I took had the same old smell,
Everything once again seemed like those early youth days under the mellow sun, with you.”
― Preetilata kumari