the colour harmony!!

Today Everybody Speaks of holocaust Tell stories Scribble memories Draw sketches Make movies Hold lectures Submit research thesis And paste it On their drawers Bill boards Evening benches and wayside lamppost To know war You need to become war And to fake a revolution You need to be one. Thus you know how it felt When flesh slipped off their skin Gassed, white, pale and parched Like shadows on dead snow. And how their eyes bulged As they lost their smell And calves tore Over anticipated miles. We watch the mounts, Of garbage Of clothes Of bodies Of swine Of disease Of death Stripped heads crawling Over bodies of bones Swept together. We close our page Shut down our cable Stretch our legs Over coffee and snacks And call it holocaust.

They were dark buttons in a public booth Numbered and starred And bulged out On a yellow box Coaxed and whined Smooched and smashed. Women in veils Pressed them hard And gasped behind the lanes they crossed. Running away, hasty. The glass door closed Peeping in, the secrets left bare land to land Of over heard symphonies of unkept hair. They stood there Dark and inviting On street end corners or on narrow highways courting, men from work to let them taste contours of their home made dinner delicacies. The glass panes had loves etched In marigold white. Epitaphs of burdens buried. Men kissed And women drained Over the plastic warmth and curves of buttoned libido The cramped interior With a caller id And hanging receiver Choked In the rabid chase and burning powders Of a faked revolution. They are the black holes screwed When nights passed by. A call of the wild From a bolted cubicle.