The Difference

He who marries
The same girl he
Has been romancing
For seven years will
Die with an imbecile
Smile.

He who is to be dumped
By all the seven girls
He would love will die
With a mysterious,
Mona Lisa-like smile.

Here I go, alone!

‘Cheers’, I shout
‘Cheers’ they echo;
My beloved friends.

Drunken revelry,
The unfathomable
Depths of friendship,
‘Count on me, buddy’
Promises, terrific bonding,
Silly misunderstandings,
Tearful reunions…

And at last, a farewell
Quite unsuitable for the
Boisterous life I lead, but
Truly complementing the
Indifferent coldness of a hospital
And the complex mess of wires
And tubes that surrounds me
In solemn attendance,
Adieu friends, here I go, alone!

I want you to do with me
What a sculptor does
With a piece of marble;
I want you to liberate me.

Is it that I’m so far away
That I can’t hear the ‘ssshhhh…’
When the blazing hot ball in the
Horizon takes a dip into the sea?

Pleasure

Pleasure is like a ruthless moneylender,
Scheming and calculating.
It invites you with a smile
And cast its eternal spell on you
With the memories
It leaves behind
With a vengeance.

Hence you long for
Piping hot tea, dark rum,
Supple skin, wet lips…
On sultry afternoons
And Sunday evenings.

Our Love

First it skyrocketed to the air
Then nosedived into the abyss.
Our Love.
Unfazed, we the brave souls
Shook hands, smiled, parted ways
And started to live happily ever after.