A ******* the train with witch's hair and dark eyes
Stared at me as if I was hiding a secret in the curve of my lip
Or the space between my eyebrows
Or in whirlpool-pupils
I wonder if there is something of the occult in the way I walk
Like a dead woman who adores the crows that pick at her bone marrow
Is there something in the hollows of my eyes that suggests
I am not afraid of the demons summoned to hunt me down
On my morning commute?

into magic like
when I was a kid
her song sings
calling me forward
soft choruses
sweet pipers
tangerine suns
mystic glows
spriteful harmonies
strings  and bows
a party there
between
two eyes two arms
two souls
magnificence

black pool
pull me down
fill my hollow chamber's
with something
words would be nice
good ones please
I would sacrifice my mind
at the inkwell alter
if only I could find
the right guide.

I doubt
material wealth
means anything
in the afterlife
on the off chance
that I'm wrong
bury me
with my books
and my plastic owl.

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Sitting­ in my drawing room of fascinating thoughts
Often I think to write about healthy fruit before it rots

Several wishes are dressed as dishes from the kitchen
Decorated in different color on mindful table of passion

Flashes my vision to make your Fern of delighted flora
As a thirsty man looks for water in desert not gems aura

Where succulent cactus smile with its reddish Pink flowers
Where camel enjoy the oasis of life and warm Sand shower

Where the lovely dawn enters in night to tears away its dew
Listen! Cozy, and noisy life, this is her End she never knew

Everything takes new birth in their death to cheer Pink Cross
Shadows vanish with golden sunrise to compensate the loss

My pure soul drains out the worldly lust in the river of Valley
Inspires me to save from stress, The wind blows up the alley

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~