In the Thought of You
In the thought of you I stumbled on nightmare, appearing through
A secret lining- ruinous; placed within the armpit of an Octopus,
Tight and tough-
There I got buried under the cold breaths of the skeleton
Of burning sand dune,
The writhing little drops coming from the sand were
My final beats of life, counting those beats
I discovered your existence bit by bit-
Your beauty gets enhanced by the amorous blushes of Venus
Your intoxicating smell kindles the desire for a sneaky hug in the dark
Your scarlet lips are sacred dreams of sucking pleasure
Indeed, you are no less than Vesuvius
A Tale of Monuments
Do you like to be at Latoli?
You will come across footmarks, which, fortunately, are not lost.
History believes in footmarks
Experts are busy finding explanations
Who are the owners of these footmarks?
Are they black or white ?
They discovered lava streams engulfing every inch of Latoli and
A hapless creature escaping the first eruptive fury,
Only to get crushed beneath a stone block
These are the winning steps
Therefore, historians decided to build white monuments over them.
Secret of a Hero
What makes you a hero?
Isn’t the reason that
You could shoot at Achilles’ heel
Wage a blitzkrieg by
Driving wedge between two parties
Execute millions in cold blood
Master the art of Schadenfreude
And hold out an olive branch for the sake of
Which I could not!