Don't Come Again Poem by Arun Maji

Don't come again
I have found my peace.
Your presence is too much noise
Too much clutter
Too much impurity
Too much fire in blood
And cold in sweat.

Let me live a happy peaceful life.
Happy as lonely planet
Abandoned island
Exhaled air.
Alone alone and alone
All alone.

What a bliss!
Bliss of being with myself
My big self
My big proud self.

You tease my pride
Your presence decries my composure
Your touch burns me to ashes.
Don't come, don't come again.
You kill me, kill my everything.

Today I would do
Whatever I like.
I wouldn't have to please your highness.
Tonight, I would sleep dressed or undressed
I wouldn't have to worry about wearing fragrance.

You are such a darkness
In my otherwise bright life.
Smell of your bosom turns me to leopard
Fire of your lips turns me to wolf
Warmth in your groin turns me to
Erupting voracious volcano.
Such an omen! Such an omen you are!


But why my heart aching
Soul crying
Lips tingling longing your lips?
Why my ears longing your whisper?
Why my blood pounding
In thirst of your bitterly sweet river?
Why my fingers twitching
Longing to touch your buttery soft bosom?

Never mind.
I am happy. I am alone and happy.
I am severely happy, painfully happy.

© Arun Maji