MY FIRST K.I.S.S.

Vivan Vatsa
2 min readAug 25, 2020

Genuine girls are Rudely Seductive

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Sometimes I feel to swerve myself into the incoming traffic down the lane. Sometimes I search for those blues, to deafen from this external noise.

You used to say, in this revolving crust-crap,
Do you feel?
It ain’t good Viv, unless it’s real.

I climb in the door, the darkness combine
can’t just know, if i’m crying or slipped on wine.

I met you, I must be blind.
Sight of that night, go back home.
I got no reason to breath, no reason to roam.

Malicious as I hive & thy so full of guile
My stumps just six point five and still, you wanna take la’ mile?
Stumbled on the pricked rock.
The time to die, stop! its dusk, lets walk.

I puke cactus blood, gunpowder glued ice
Gamble of feeling sh*t and shoot no cries.

I spank your flesh, all — ten to two
ask myself, “Is that what you want me to?”
See-Saw called alone, balanced the scales
Was too involved in those juicy insignificant details.

This day, when I fell on my knees, it’s all rewind.
The light, The tunnel, The face, The mind.
Never seen.
Never mean.
The play we saw, the judgement led
It lasted long, that’s what you said.

fall of `08,
Moonlight reflect straight.
a tuxedo, cologne, a wise morn’
Creepy smile and highway moan.

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I turned back to see, the hands, the years
laughed in pain and danced in tears

ya’ll think, its a ‘she’ i am talkin’ bout
and your shitty face can hear it
a swine, a jerk, an immortal spirit

The boy in me, I met that day
The walk I took, strollin, passing slay

I’m talking to me
one more go for chess, I see

It’s ME v/s ME. yeah, stalemate
I bury myself, I’m in the Coffin Crate

Epitaph says, “difference between flower and weed is judgement”
bowed in disgrace, not a single fuck sent.

I am sad and I’m lonely too
I feel nothing or Is that you?

I cleared the smoky haze,
its me in the mirror, one of a kind these days
I was falling for me, I admit.
poison i drank, in a jiff
brace and bit, outwit, tar pit, lickety spit, took a hit, gin and git, all counterfeit

No cupid could make me lucid
so……I just

Kept It Simple & Stupid

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Vivan Vatsa

Technology finesse, Data Scientist & Entreprenuer.