buy love
at a hefty premium
a long term bet
hopes gone awry
future bleak
panic sell
cooling off
before the next trade
how about yoga?
this woman I met
she wed a married man
unaware of his shadowy lies
one day he left her
with but a letter
my dear
this woman i met
she planted the seed of a man
a father of two
his wife with kids had packed and gone
for what use be of a penniless warp ?
a freak car accident, crash landed him
30 feet down a bridge, on a dry riverbed
disabled for life, abled for a potent job
this woman and her child, I met
In a coastal village of Goa
the locals whisper
“whore and her son, no tag”
“dirty dirty”
her son exclaims as he shows me
his hands smeared with sand
he loves to play on the beach
this woman i met
I’ll meet her again
Till the age of 10, I believed, just like we look up to see moon, when on moon, i’ll have to look down to find earth.
picture courtesy – annelize bosch
in wildness
tanked up mindless
we kindled selves
that lustful night
nested by passion
we were childlike
pained by our past
jiving for madness
righteous or not
neither cared less
we escaped some eyes
we let some catch us blind
kissed blood bursting out
our throbbing hearts
joyous
we freaked wild
next morning
we parted
why?
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