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On My Way Home

Last night when I was walking down the street
Towards my home,
I met a host of women lost in talks
As chirping birds.
All around me
There was a cosmic silence- fading sounds
Of the highway vehicles
Lost in air of dusts, mosquitoes, sleeping towers
And yellow dimmed light of neon.
And as seen in the evening,
It made my shadow look like
A ghost-
A thin skeleton shoulder-
A caricature of human figure-
Carrying a bag of the apples,
Red as the tongue of the serpent.

The women not as familiar to me as
The books to worms,
Sands to deserts,
Or I'm to you
Watched me walking
And while I almost left them behind,
A lady from the crowd
Like drunken bees on petals oozing fragrance wild
Or spurred butterflies,
Vaguely called my name;
A name we often use while addressing strangers.
In her voice
There was a mystery-
Open as naked blue sky
Undressed by masculine bright sun at noon.
I did not dare to look at her
Or smell the spurted fragrance around
Or wish to gyre as eagle
Deep in nude sky- but in vain.
The bag of apples beginning to rattle inside
Swayed the shadow
And I began to look for cover nearby-
Perhaps a tree-
Indeed, there was a tree in front of me,
Standing like a million year mystery-
Lifeless, leafless-
Disarray of dead branches among
The dozing towers all around.

Now that I was covered,
Consumed by shade of tree
The lady came near me.
The lady, I and the tree;
All ready for a legacy-
Fornication on pay-
Deviation, deformity, matrix of disparity-
Insipid taste, transgression like.

No exchange of words, no sermon,
Only charade of pretense to swell up desire.
A priest or perfect fool,
I was hoaxed by eating fruit-
Disobedient who violated rules!

Her hands were shaking as
Blinking stars as I touched.
The carnal ache aroused in me
Drowned her ardently
Like oceans of darkness
Sinking the stars spread in the space.
She was dressed in white.
The curves of body beneath her Swaree
Looked like faint-dark spots of full moon
Hanging over my head.
Then a sudden gush of wind;
Enlightening my soul for awhile-
As if I was standing on the shore
Facing the vast sea at dawn,
Scattered part of her Swaree
That was loosely covering her breasts.
Right then she seemed to me,
Unlike what was expected,
More like a sad funeral attendant.
But as soon as the wind dropped
Leaving odors of breasts in the air,
My poor enlightened soul
Sank as the sun drowning in the sea,
Engulfing me again
With the darkness of oceans at night-
She's beginning to sweat.

It was about to be dawn.
No one else in the street
Except a shadow of tree hiding a lady,
Few bats, a herd of crawling rats
And a man dissolved in darkness.

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