A PROSTITUTE'S LOVE

On the bed, in a dark room-
I’m the red rose you lost long ago;
The divine gift plunged on your palms;
The dream girl drizzled in your reveries;
The eternal spring bloomed herself for you;
The queen in the kingdom of your heart.

On a shingled beach, in a misty dusk-
I sat impassive, while you were
sucking your bride’s sweet lips,
cuddling around her narrow waist,
with a hot flush of romance
in the knee-deep swash before me.

The disgrace on a scrubber sniggers in her pride!
The jeer behind the disregard sniggers in your dignity!
Your semen after our coitus chuckles in my cervix!!!

NUMB

My eyes went blind to see;
My ears went deaf to listen;
My lips went mum to speak;
My voice got dropped to sing;
My body got palsied to dance;
My mind got frozen to weep.

I wish to sing as a bamboo cane
in the throbs of each soul I touch.
They crave to crush as sugar cane
to gulp the sweetness and to chuck.

OBLIGATION

With the help of a commitment machine,

obligation is an easy job to do.

Then why should I waste

my love energy there.

MEMORIES

The fire of memories burned in the heart;

the blood in veins boiled over and dried;

a burning smell emitted from the heart!

how can i remove this

scuzzy stains from charred heart?

First I washed with tears,

then scratched with curses,

finally covered with oblivion,

but still it remains,

unremoved.... uncovered....