the colour harmony!!

She sat there on the floor Cross legged and sterile Among jars of vacuum That he left behind As he moved away. She’ll now breed on one of them, mud made and painted white, Half naked slumbers of horny nights And bring up another one Who will grow up to call her a slut. She’ll show him Her skin depths and match it With his inherited mirth for blood stained thighs. She won’t moan a second time Ecstasies are time bound and slippery She would rather wash and sleep.

I was a school girl then Barely eight or so When, one day my lips mimicked A swear word, popular Upon a friend of mine The first of its kind To begin with. She read my lips From across the school gate sweet shop I missed my candy and drained my nerves As she came along and whispered softly “I shall tell everyone That you called me this” I fell dead For years together Over occasional reminders Of lip shapes vulgar. Later, It was when I fell in love, decades away That I realized Swear words are a necessity.

Every other morning, For decades together, She bathed at five When she had lain Legs spread and plain The previous night As her husband made love She gathered his scent along Bosoms shabby and hairlines disheveled and scrubbed her off his sweat and sperm that ran along her sticky legs Before she hurried Down the stairs Clad in cotton, Eyes closed in ecstasy of pending climaxes, to her new found love in her puja room. whom she could love, at leisure.

Me, my upper lip sweat and rolling eyes, the pulse of urge I feel deep within the gateways cross lipped. Virgin land. Our love is skin, naked painted harsh with beds forsaken. in the name of love, unique. Love breathes heavy among whispers choked and slipping hands. A game of lust of bosoms bare and leg base damp Bathroom slippers or way side flowers.. I, an over turned coat on a prince charming. I kiss him over dinner and hug him in sleep to roll on to the basement rotting My arms are yours Widespread and inviting But legs are locked. The gal who ran away from the butchers knife slaying the pleasures of her shrunken penis. Chain her breasts and Wax her hole For her head rolls upon pleasures withheld over monsoon drippings of wine and loves. Love is something u discover in unison nearby overturned coffee mugs or half opened book shelves when u devour the other, between readings from you and me. My lust map was misplaced at a way...

It’s when her summers fade to oblivion That her ashtray smokes serpent curves over her desk. She goes handpicking edged sandstones from the side walks of a blurred out shore line Where in between pavements tarred You find cat fur Sprouting bush garden of discolored golden threads. The spider that fell on to her water jug Birthed, drowning a generation. The crystal jug she threw away had a womb cuddled Wherein a snake crawled deep In to the burning darkness Of steaming wax sealed rapture To mate her in a she-dream. Gliding lust spread on to her skin, bare Like seaweeds on ocean bed Leaving patch marks of red earth Dry and torn. She is insane, a damn sadist In her ways of love Says her man over her jerking thoughts Handcuffed on to a single man Her love curled down Like her plaited hair Forming strands of love Clipped in between For an authentic base That she lost to her dream. The other one With whom she shared her cell Called her sanity c...

He seems like a piece of paper On which she scraps endlessly Her ways of cunning loves. He is scribbled over and again, Every night. Only to be crossed, Scratched and binned Until blue bleeds from torn ends Over the silver sky. Letters, ominous night owls Gaze, like night fire Piercing skins of ash. She draws his veins And tag it zigzag As a spider web To swing in oblivion Across pulses slayed Her love is marked As red dots virgin Droplets sinking In moonlight ripples Red oozed out Of his neck lines deep Inkish blue, Her snow white bedspread. His love is found lost Like overgrown graveyards Where flowers bloom from Heavens decayed. They found him dead At the staircase corner Passion bitten With neck marks deep. Blooming white In her vampire lust.

I My mother said, She bought me From a fisherwoman. She let me go For a bag of ice For those lifeless gaze Openmouthed Staring out of silver scales. II Her skin smelled salt At late midnights When gulls made love And serpents crawled Over mermaid lust. His shadow paused For an after smoke To let in deep sea fogs Of oceanic lunacy The sea seemed heavy Over her naked body Draining her veins Of its fluidic essence. Crossing decades For a chosen grave She shed her skin For silver scales To be born again Through his piercing nails.