Time Is The Best Band-Aid

"Time is the best band-aid"
I told her
She hesitated to believe

Pain is hurtful to let go

Like all the other women
she looks lonely
travelling in the ladies' compartment

Only escalator seems gentle to her
It understands

Poor mighty escalator-
cursed to the fate of Sisyphus

He was an artist
She was in awe

A man, most definitely, is hollower than his works

Time, still, is the best band-aid


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Happy Birthday

Birthday girl's
name-
perfect graffiti
on the cake.
Burns a
tiny candle,
spitting below
another year

Damn!

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Front Seat of a Bus

He counts
in chunks of five
the white rectangles
midway through the road
passing
underneath him
in quick succession

To some it bequeaths
love and hate

To some it confines
solitary fate


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Just Like A Commode

Some things are like commode-
however beautiful they might look,
are meant just
to take other people's shit

Things that you
lust in her,
she is
sorry about

She is not always lonely

Just like a commode

Girls With Zigzag Hearts

With time

I have realized

that the rare periods of

solitude with

unshared, disengaged self

is a better keep than

dispensing time

playing

hide and seek

with ordinary crotches

inside expensive underwear

What I still don't understand

is why

girls with zigzag hearts

and messed up heads

have lively eyes

but

melancholic

cunts

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Boyhood

I was jinxed
till the spell broke

when for the first time, I saw

a woman nude

That's when I realized
that without clothes
women are
different creatures
altogether
A different creation
deserving a separate noun-
an abstract noun
a different horoscope
too, perhaps

A trickery
this surreal haunt-
one move
to betray mankind
stealthily
A hypocrisy
A punishment



I was a boy
agape
besieged
grappling with the secret
of this dual existence

But
soon I understood
what business of being a man
would be like
in one serious aspect


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Thousand Hearts

A man is
born with thousand hearts-
to be plundered one by one

A woman is
born with thousand hearts-
she, chooses carefully

Tales of Heartbreak

Told by the broken-hearted,
their own heartbreaks
are often one of the most
beautiful tales

Pity, it could never be told the same way
word-by-word, to the ones
who broke their heart

But perhaps the story of a heart break
can only be told beautifully
this fucking way

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