Hour twenty four

Outside my window

 

A clothes line

on which I’ve hung hurriedly

my towel and my t-shirt—

wrinkled

 

A few flower pots

with seasonal flowers—

all colours

 

A white wall

with fine cracks—

revealing its grey body

Hour twenty two

Black velvet

on your ivory skin

 

Hair pinned

bare neck

 

A sideway glance from you, Senorita,

lights my sullen room

Hour Twenty

A flower pot resides

next to my work station

 

Sometimes a flower blooms

with a red glistening texture

its subtle fragrance all over

 

Sometimes a thorn pricks

my conscience

its consequence all over

 

The crimson pot—

my muse

stays forever.

Hour Nineteen

Space

 

I’ve always been scared

of the space

I’ve seen myself

lost in its eternity

 

It was the thing you wanted from me

Blank and austere.

 

I was unable to survive

in the cold purlieus of your space

 

On the ebb of space,

there is space

and it will remain between us

forever.

Hour Eighteen

How to make chai (tea)?

 

Take a pot

fill it with water   half full

show your optimism

 

Put the pot on the stove

on the medium flame

of agony

 

Add tea leaves— all black

equal to the number of lovers

Charlie has had

 

Spice it up like your life

put a cardamom, a clove

a pinch of cinnamon

 

Add sugar

a teaspoon full

so  your day shall remain sweet

 

Pour milk

till the count of five—

the number of friends you’ve in your beehive

 

Bring it to boil

See the bubbles of your anger

do wonders

 

Turn off the stove

and your worries

Strain out the tea leaves

 

Your tea is ready!

 

Pour it in one of

your fancy cups

 

Drink it sip by sip

slurrrrp

while it’s still hot

Hour Seventeen

Shall I mourn the loss of time?

It took away all my dimes.

 

Shall I mourn the loss of time?

It made me prime.

 

 

(Couplets)

Hour Sixteen

From Lolita

 

My body has just ripened

let me bear the fruits with you

 

the diamonds in your eyes

reflect the light in mine

 

the lollipop of desire

is my favourite candy

 

Humbert, I’ve forgotten Charlie,

let me hum your tune

 

 

Persona poem.

( Character- Lolita from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov)

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