Mangoes and Chillies
Smoky tendrils of coolies

Wasn't it forbidden by fathers
And booed by mothers

My chasm that separated
Your ***** that persuaded

don't fly today
Let's snuggle and curl
Till the end of days

Taught me to moan
Taught me to rebel
Taught me to sing
Taught me to scorn
Taught me to scoff
Taught me to spurn
You
like a cur out of my way.

man bun
Disheveled
Hair, soul, shorts
Gleaming sweat

Palms screaming for warmth

Alluring smile in a dark mustache
Covered in cologne
Of Potatoes and ***
Of Chapathis and chillums

Murky embalming
You were a slice of the lavender valley
Distant
Intoxicating
I tasted from afar.

When I think of the rusted bed,
The cold night.
The snoozing soulmate.
The distant cooing.
And the bursting pops,
Five floors down.

I know
I knew
It was not insomnia that kept me awake.
It was not Mary Jane that stood me up.
It was to share the silence with you,
So that I can trip back
Whenever poesy strangled me.

Yesterday it was roaring.
Today I know it calms.
Tomorrow it will paint.

The lazy days of basking weekdays
Cutting classes roaring of Kant
Whiskers on kittens,

Just

Breathe the solace of scorching heat
Atop the ancient building
Of my grave

Didn't know
them pearly drops

Elixir was
Water now.

Life it gives.

Someday it'd shine like silver
On your bushy brows

Reflections in Martyrs

Tonight
Lay in my arms.

With dangling shrubs for hair

Pivoting like a vulture
gleaming smiles
You skunk,

Tainting my heart with sweet nuthings,
Blowing my fears into teary inflatables.

It didn't grow,
Because it had to burst.

It burst again
And blend into muck.

I moan the past.

Those goggles
I crave
Your Soda Glasses
I raved

So
I can
Swim again
In the murky depths of our
chaotic evil

past.