Palace of Porn

I arrive here once again
O palace of flickering images,
ones full of basic rustic lust-
smoking out of a common man's chores
when he is tired at night.
Of old men's latency, repenting their
unfulfilled past
wishing easy shoddy nubiles.
And of newly formed teens, with
soft spacious moustache
awakened by the first heat of carnal curiosities.

O grand palace of porn
I come to you again
in this lukewarm dark dorm
with broken seats and scattered fag ends
to join my fellow fugitives,
who for now are the rulers of
a few happy aroused moments,
when together we pleasure
the senseless attempts at humour
and await the precipitation
of tensed cinematic moments
with precise patience,
which will soon be dried by the
harshness of outside daylight or
put to oblivion by the frozen quilt
of the silent night.




(In the memory of Lakshmi Palace- a cinema hall that played B grade films in Banaras)