People say,
even an effete stream
can sweep you away
And you may never trust a man,
folks say
Experiences?
Kicks of his boots, and the bruises
bruises deep down her heart
Even you are a man
Man who errs
then shies away
I hear,
You’ve started going out …
going out with her
AGAIN
No, wonder, now
My tea is insipid
You fish causes out
from my rice particles,
and pick a fight
I notice,
in you white collars,
impressions of purple lips
Your wallet bulges with
bills of saris and sandals
Not mine
Like Hamlet
I have become
Deaf and dumb
With proofs
proofs
those talk for themselves
Startled every now and then
I say
Yes,
Those purple lips are mine
No,
she, laying on my sheets
is just your colleague
Turmoil of emotions
I go to the cinema
And waste my time
Now thinking,
My house has
not four pillars
but five
and innumerable
open windows

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