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

.

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


.

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

.