Category: Poems

I Walked For Miles Tonight.

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I walked for miles tonight; despair my goad;
From your doorstep to the signal lights of Link Road.
My feet moved on, with strength endless,
And time found made my mind confess.
Thoughts assailed me from hither and yon;
But, yes, as I walked on, I grew less forlorn.
From the time I left you, I searched for Hair;
But this need was overridden by despair.
As I rounded Mithibai, I looked up at a tree:
Streetlights lit its polished leaves in vanity,
Their bellies glowed golden like the setting sun,
For all their show, my gaze on them was the only one.
I was part angry, part dejected, because of you,
Though a few smaller factors were at work, too.
Betrayals I am well-versed with, for sure!
And regarding them, time, I know, is the best cure!
I passed Juhu Gali and saw a bitch and her puppy,
Felt love, hate, depair, frustration, felicity…

I want you to steal the fire from the sun;
Wish you to declare: for you I am the only one;
That you’ll be mine despite even Heaven above!
Lover, if words are not your scope then act!
Don’t play dumb when you dislike a lover’s act!
I part venture out at night to see
How far could I go before you stop me.
Hold my arms, bar my way!
If not implore, demand me stay!
Say my walking alone at night
Fills your heart with fright!
Don’t just offer money and say go back home,
Bring me back to make sure I don’t roam.
To me, that would speak of how much you care,
Ah! But your pride leads to my despair.

At Sony’s showroom, I looked up at the sky,
And, through the clouds, saw a plane pass by,
Thoughts of my sister, in a distant land, assailed,
Thoughts of spurning riches prevailed;
I did so, for I gave value to matters of the heart,
But you, too, saw different right from the start…
I do not doubt the measure of your love for me –
But pride and lack of action suits your vanity;
Then there are filial ties that bind you;
And I’m suffocated by my age, too.
Moments pass and I finally sit in a rickshaw,
I look at hair and get reminded of each flaw.
Then I return home to compose this verse:
Construct a marriage car fused with a hearse.
I have still no clue as to what’s wrong or right;
But know there’ll be more walks for me at night.

2nd September, 2004.
3:00 am

Lusting For Sex.

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The years have passed; time has rusted
The passion that used to be fierce then;
And time is such that it turns into needles
The most valiant cocks of men.

When we first began to lust,
The erections were on call;
And eager to rub against any mound,
Or infiltrate any moist hall.

I vouch it’s the same with other men
And the same with the ones I love;
And, yes, I have sweated in that heat
And swum with the stars above.

Though time again is such that
Instead of using flesh freely given,
We would rather towards porn
Be ultimately driven.

You would rather – as sure would I –
Prefer to lust and jerk with some other guy,
Who fucks on the telly or the comp,
And make believe ourselves in the romp.

Or worse perhaps reminisce
Of some succulent arse you saw somewhere,
While you chafe your member,
Until it jettisons into vacant air.

Then Mothers call and family upholds
The idea that sons are sexless and pure,
And orgasms are only for married men
While the wives must the thrusts endure.

Though I am more than willing to take
Your dick in my asshole,
Mother waits and, of course, time knows
That orgasms are not love’s ultimate goal.

Love would rather bring in chaste feelings,
Cock-teasing words and hasty caresses,
And eventually there won’t be a need to remove
Those ironed pants and velvet dresses.

If I present my back to you
And you realize what I am after,
You take the support of love,
And use some old forgotten laughter.

Of course, I resent time, thread my fingers in yours,
Kiss and lick and valiantly try again,
But you have jerked off with Stryker
And my inadequate body tries in vain.

Then mother and the time of the bus
Homeward bound seems to be calling,
And you hurriedly dress up,
While my lust undergoes a massive overhauling.

I smile, though unsatisfied, and let you go,
I know I’ve the opposite of you: blond Frank Towers,
Waiting in my comp to keep me imagining
And content for the next sexless hours.

12:19am
3rd December