diwali

gunshots
and bombs
explode
.
lighting up
the sky
blowing out
lights
.
in
innocent eyes
.
burnt smell
of fireworks
linger
.
mixing
with that of
burnt flesh
drying blood
rotting minds
.
can we
smash the diya

.
instead
touch a life
light a smile
just once
each day
?

no !

no

it is not

that

.

you are

a virgin

your mouth tastes

roasted tobacco

you think

Ayn Rand

is a saint

.

it is

just that

.

may be

just

may be

.

you are

too young

i am

too old

.

and

scared stiff

!

she, the mist and a breeze

soft touch
ruffling hair

drawing patters

on bare skin

.
like a
gentle breeze
sliding thru
gaps

.
in the

rolling mist

which

.
wraps
random thoughts
hides
wild stirrings
buries
them deep and safe

.
away from
the searching touch
of the
wandering breeze

.

rain----6

rain
wet
cold
breeze
.
pain
pit
stomach
freeze
.
knowin
yet
shutting
eyes
.
aim
shoot
kill
please
.

you, me & the beast

trapped

in my body

the beast

seemed tamed

.

till

.

bathed

in your sweat

.

drunk on

the sweet slime

you ooze

.

it broke

the web

of your wispers

.

climbed

the waves

of your heat

.

devoured me

skin bone

flesh & soul

.

spitting out

the mind

just alive

.

to

tell

the tale

.