Poetry

Confused and wary like a 
spermwhale, you are 
nosediving; - 
 
through the shadows 
of terrible pain 
ejecting ambergris. 
 
Who was getting 
the bribery 
to fix the belly button? 
 
This was not revolution. 
It was evolution- 
of a stinking city. 
 
The gods were sleeping 
on the lips of a pride. 
Nurses were preparing the bed. 
 
How far the sane voice 
will reach, to deliver 
the relics of a salted dynasty? 
 
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Unbodied, how do I touch you 
groping? The message was not 
clear. How to kill oneself on stage? 
 
A beehive falls on 
your head. Are you going 
to scream? 
 
Entire town was going 
for a pilgrimage. The saint 
was preparing for a self-burial. 
 
A hundred thousand moons 
were placed on your crown. 
The sun was going to roll. 
 
Charred bodies 
were turning in graves. 
Who was becoming untouchable now? 
 
Give me a kiss of cobra. 
My bandaged life 
wants to sleep in peace. 
 
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His severed legs were 
tucked under his head to serve as a pillow. 
He was half-eaten. 
 
Howling 
was silencing all the shames 
Woman, I am not coming home.