kingjones
Journalist and social activist / Writes Poems In Malayalam & English / Living with Friend Anupama / Daughter Nila Stacy Jones / / The Lines Of Morality - Sadaachaara Kavithakal is the first book. Poems have been translated to English, and Spanish. / facebook/imeankingjones
Shall I
Kiss on your *******
Teacher ?
Teacher Ruby ,
Was a good teacher
Though,
She used to distract us
With her
Measures.
From the back benches of 9 B
When she caught
Some ************ students
Among them
I was sweating
And shivering
In a half way missed ******
Go
And finish !
She said
Closing me in the toilet .
When I Drew ,
The picture of a **** lady
With charcoal
On the toilet walls
It was the Oedipus
Within me,
Gave a text book in the picture’s hand
When
I said my affection
To you
I was hungry
And
I thought you would
Breast feed me.
I was hungry .
I remember .
Shall I
Kiss on your *******
Teacher ?
Without anyone seeing .
On the
Wet
****** surgical wound ,
You didn’t
Wait to give an answer
Yet
Shall I kiss you
Before the warmth of death
Walks away from you
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
Had *** with
42 so far.
37 women,
7 lovers
5 classmates
4 mature
3 teens
9 married
3 pregnant
1 nun
2 maoists
3 online friends.
3 men,
1 a step brother
1 middle aged
1 *** worker.
2 eunuchs,
beautiful ones.
1 beast,
a goat, for sure.
the forty-third one
came later.
***** had
two mouths
for *******
they remained
starved
perpetually.
in place of
the penis/vagina,
a part of the brain
pushed its way through.
in place of the nose
was a *****
a bad case of phimosis.
many times
it gasped for air
short of breath.
in place of the eyes
were two vaginas.
one of them
blinded forever.
the other
filled to brim
with the longing of
an unclaimed body
for identification.
i asked the 43rd person.
“how can i **** you?
i am not aroused
by you.”
43 retorted.
“i am the one
******* you,
not the other way around.”
then,
the water sports began.
it lasted three days
and three nights.
all the rains that
rained on the earth
were reclaimed.
the tempest
and the lightning
drove away
whatever was alive
on the earth
or about to be formed
or already formed.
the terrified fetuses
began to devour
the mothers from inside.
when my body
was retrieved,
the head of *****
gobbled up by fish,
i found on it
42 wounds.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
It was when
He was on the verge
Of death from starvation
That a fish committed suicide
On his angling hook.
It was when
The fish was just drifting
Unable to swim with force
Because he was old
That he noticed
An earth worm come floating
D
O
W
N
D
O
W
N
D
O
W
N
Downstream.
The earthworm
Was kidnapped
By a stranger’s hand
When he was
Swimming through the soil.
Grilled by the
Metal sharpness
Piercing through its body
It must have
Yelled for HELP
When luckily
A fish came its way!
It was then that
A lover/poet/mad man
Who came to the river bank
To commit suicide
Noticed the carnal coupling
Between life and death
In the river
And stood there stunned
By the sight.
It was when
The famished river
Had kept its mouth open
Readying for the fisher man
Some slippery moss
To slip and fall
And an undercurrent
For him to drown in
That a young man
Jumped into the water
And the fisherman
Dived after him
And both were saved.
Thus, a river flows on
Murmuring that
Life is nothing but
The slowest kind of death.
Even outside the river
In unseen spaces
Many kinds of rivers
Keep flowing in hiding.
Actually
On the river bank
At the same time
There are many beings
That still survive.
------------------- (T ) Ra Sh
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 6:13 AM UTC
I loved
The country Barber.
He used to roll
Fingers
All over my boyhead
After every haircut.
Five Minutes
Felt,
I am not alone in this world
Atleast,
For those minutes
I desired
About
Sleeping -
Stuck on his
Brimstonesmelling armpits,
Salty chesthairs
And
Sticky neck.
It was only because of
Pure Jealousy
I pushed his son
Into the deep
Marshy Death
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC