It is a tragedy that sex is thought to be simple!

It is a tragedy that sex is thought to be simple. I am not indulging in how it is considered a taboo because the whole world is after it. I am here to indulge in a communication with you, who believes sex is okay.

The fictional world is obsessed with breasts. Their heaviness and plumpness matters more than anything else. The masculine writing of bodies is about shapes, sexiness, and the feel of it. I argue that that act of being with someone in bed is about asking questions!

& then you say its just sex!

Pounding heart, legs wrapped around

Is it the beginning or an end?

Brain’s hovering the world policies as you go in for another kiss

The closed eyes are are mapping the light sources in the room as if to find answers to the questions.

What if we never decolonize?

What if we don’t survive?

What if we got lost?

Sex is therefore, a position of questions,

A round table with emotions.

It’s amazing how the whole body wants a person,

Yet think of the world around you!

So when it ends there’s a sense of disappointment

You don’t get a chance to finish off your questions.

Layered, tough, tenacious questions.

The legs eventually unwrap the body you embraced,

Bodies move to the side,

You breathe, you drink, you glee,

Or if you’re lucky, you rekindle with unfinished questions while making out!

Whatever I have written is an expression of freedom to be while being with someone. The Indian Bollywood narrative of do jism, ek jaan is dubious. I have never met a person who felt singularity while being with someone. The experiences are diverse as if there’s a world getting created.

The whole moment of being together with someone also brings the world around you in mysterious ways which rarely gets its share in mainstream literature (movies, OTT platforms, social media platforms, video games).

Am I talking nonsense or there’s substance to this?